John Oliver nailed it once again, I concur, drop out now #NeverTrump!
An impromptu knit-in happened this morning at the Artisan Market adjacent to our Farmers Market. The fluffy burgundy shawl around the expressive green crouching dog sculpture really adds something 'je ne sais quoi'. As I expected Don Kennel, the artist, was delighted to hear of these interactions from the public with his newest art installation Shelter With Sky. My favorite green sculpture because it is so expressive and deeply felt, I learned was modeled after Don's very own dog.
Until this morning I had never heard of a knit in, but it reminded me of wearing my own hand crafted bright orange/red cap to and from work (never during work) in my late teens. I was an apprentice in a law firm in Zurich, Switzerland. My boss heard that I no longer lived with my parents (new secretary snitched on me as she must have overheard my phone conversations.) I was called in to the old, conservative man's office and I was grilled. 19 years old, I had been running the office for a while on my own until a new secretary was hired from a what she must have thought more prestigious school. I had been typing long letters by dictaphone, taking stenographic notes and doing a rather good job I thought while my co-worker was on leave of absence. The office was hard at work at a proposal of a major change on a federal level that would eventually effect every Swiss citizen. But in the old man's office this lawyer, Dr. Matti, had the nerve to suggest that my wearing a colorful red cap may be a sign I might be spying for the Russians! It was the early seventies, I was a hippie chick, not a spy for god-dess sake. My not living with my parents at the age of 19 must have really unnerved this old fashioned, high powered Swiss lawyer. I lost that job. Not a minor cause of my leaving Switzerland and eventually immigrating to the United States, for better or worse!
"Sculptor Don Kennell created this piece to remind us that homeless animals have a special place in our community."
"Pieces of metal have been shaped, banged and welded into dogs and cats vying for your attention, including details of tiny welds of "hair." Viewers were encouraged to grab sticks of chalk and "sign" the pavement around the installation with the names of their beloved pets, past and present. This piece showcases dogs and cats of various shapes and sizes, representing the many pets waiting for a forever home at the Santa Fe Animal Shelter." Railyard Park Conservancy
You can make a donation to support the Santa Fe Animal Shelter as well! More then $34,000 have been raised so far.
I like to add that I adopted my Isabella-girl from our animal shelter on October 23. 2006. We will soon be celebrating 10 years together. I can only rave of the quality of shelter that our community can now boast of. The aim is to be a no-kill shelter. The place is clean, spacious and welcoming with individual cubicles for each dog, lots of volunteers and plenty of outdoor space for walks including 3 publicly available big and enclosed dog parks.
The adjacent clinic has done wonders over the last 3 years for Isabella as they discovered her thyroid imbalance and offered her excellent care on an affordable sliding scale. I am so grateful to this institution, our Santa Fe Animal Shelter for which I have nothing but praise and appreciation.
Gratitude to the amazing artist and human being Don Kennell who charmed our community earlier with his Yard Dog, later his Blue Gorilla commissioned by a zoo to shed light on the plight of those magnificent animals, then his most charming, gigantic Coyote which found a permanent home sadly on the other side of town to our chagrin, but everyone else's delight. Don lends his tremendous talent to so many worthy causes, while I delight in observing the reactions of the public to his gigantic works of art. A statement on the powerful effects of good works of art in public places!
Published on Dec 29, 2013, Copyright music & lyrics: © Martin Vansteenkiste, SABAM - Belgium
Recorded in Kampala (Uganda) on the 10th December 2013
This moving piece of music by Martin, which appeared on my facebook feed, then mysteriously disappeared, speaks strongly to how I feel reluctantly viewing the image of a seemingly stunned, sitting and bleeding Syrian boy, heartbreaking. It also echoes my sadness and disbelief, then outrage about hearing of recent attacks on a hospital in Yemen that killed kids and doctors working for Doctors Without Borders. Kids world wide deserve better. What are we going to do about it? Stop the sales of arms to Saudis, to Israel, but preferably demolish all weapons of destruction as too barbaric to tolerate any longer? One can and one has to dream!
Meanwhile big hugs to Martin and those that manage to touch and uplift us amidst all the inhumane atrocities humanity still has to endure.
Mami, born July 30th, 1923
Remembering my Mom, I feel small again.
All the lost fears are here again. The fear that a small woolen thread sticking out of the hem of my blanket may be hard, hard and sharp as a steel needle; the fear that this little button on my night-shirt may be bigger than my head, bigger and heavier; the fear that the breadcrumb which just dropped off my bed may turn into glass, and shatter when it hits the floor, and the sickening worry that when it does, everything will be broken, for ever; the fear that the ragged edge of a letter which was torn open may be something forbidden, which no one ought to see, something indescribably precious, for which no place in the room is safe enough; the fear that if I fell asleep I might swallow the piece of coal lying in front of the stove; the fear that some number may begin to grow in my brain until there is no more room for it inside me; the fear that I may be lying on granite, on gray granite; the fear that I may start screaming, and people will come running to my door and finally force it open, the fear that I might betray myself and tell everything I dread, and the fear that I might not be able to say anything, because everything is unsayable, - and the other fears …. the fears.
I prayed to rediscover my childhood, and it has come back, and I feel that it is just as difficult as it used to be,
and that growing older has served no purpose at all.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
My likeness off the mirror on July 30. 2016.
Larry Sanders cast his official vote from those for Sanders Abroad for his brother, Presidential Nominee Bernard Sanders 7.26.2016.
Popular Votes Total for Bernie: 13,168,222
Popular Votes Total for Hillary: 16,847,084
Yesterday Bernie Sanders officially conceded as he gave his electoral votes to Hillary Clinton. In so doing his remarkable campaign has come to an official end. Today the sadness sunk in for me. Bernie got so close. The votes short could easily have been made up from votes tossed or lost, and of course from Independents who were not eligible to vote in primaries in so many states, including our own here in the Land of Enchantment.
Bernie supporters knew all along of an obvious bias for Clinton coming directly from the democratic headquarters as well as the mainstream media. Too late in the process this finally got exposed. The media started to question it's own reporting and tried to make up, while the chair of the democratic party, Debbie Wasserman Schultz, due to exposure of damaging e-mails via Wikileaks (Russia?) finally, under pressure, stepped down just before the convention. Now she may be in trouble for her re-election to the senate and given her support of TPP I am not sorry for her.
So with deep sadness I mourn the loss of my vision of a Social Democrat for President of the United (or divided) States. This would have been a president not swayed by corruption, a president not filled with lies (Bernie has not yet been caught with his pants on fire) but a Jewish president with a heart big enough to hold concern for the Palestinian people. A president for the working class people and the poor, not only the upper middle, professional class and rich. A president that wold have pushed for a green economy and opposed TTP and fracking for real. A president that would have understood the dire urgency of climate change and toxic load on our environment. It would have been a damn interesting experiment. It could have been so very exciting to see those changes we hold so dear for so long in our heart become reality. Solar power for all, certainly in our mostly sunny state. Our national lab focused primarily on the developing of green energy, rather then in service to the weapons industry. A living wage that would stimulate our local economies. Last, but not least health care for all, rather then a give-away to the pharmaceutical industry.
The reality Social Democrats or Bernie supporters envision is not extreme, rather it is a reordering of our values, of our priorities with the recognition that the top 1%, the cream of the cream, profit from the current system unfairly, while the poor and working stiff have it too tough. The system is rigged in so many ways, it needs an overhaul badly and the majority of Americans seem to agree on that, if not the remedy.
Besides policies there is the simple human factor, men like those Sanders brothers, able to cry in public, because we no longer belong to a patriarchal system of thought that equates emotions with weakness and strength with dominance and bullying.
Bernie, as I like to refer to him affectionally, not disrespectfully, has been nothing but a model of civility and eloquence, even under an enormous amount of pressure. The work to steer the US back toward the left and progressive values will continue. Bernie started the Sanders Institute, this e-mail was sent out yesterday.
"Our work will continue in the form of a new group called Our Revolution. The goal of this organization will be no different from the goal of our campaign: we must transform American politics to make our political and economic systems once again responsive to the needs of working families."
Our Espanola Break Dancing Troupe
On my way to the Santa Fe farmers market today
suddenly a commotion and here they are
dazzling us with their athleticism
10 Minutes max
of impromptu street performance
Veteran Break Dancing Kid, now 7 years old.
Recording Session: Live, 1986 in Zuerich, CH, Released by the Estate of Nina Simone
The times seem to be demanding the voice of experience of pain by the one and only Nina Simone.
On our walk to our park early this morning, I noticed a woman clad in turquoise turn away and leave a free library box painted in like turquoise tone. Curious of course, I had to stop and check and lo and behold look what I found, two books authored by our own local writer, teacher and blogger Miriam Sagan! I could not resist, I nabbed one, Gossip, filled with essays appropriate for my current attention span.
I used to be a voracious reader, surely must have read more books then anyone in any of my classes, but these days with eyes troubled when having to focus, not to speak of the mind, reading books has become more a chore, many near my bed not read, yet. I managed to have read already about flirting and middle aged love in Gossip. My solemn intent is to return Gossip to our free library soon along with some of my books in need of being held in new hands and appreciated by curious minds.
Repurposed dispense boxes of periodicals now defunct make for great Little Free Libraries.
Love free, love books, love the spirit of generosity and adventure.
For the month of July, Miriam Sagan invites submissions to her blog on the theme of LETTER TO MY YOUNGER SELF.
True to form, I am ruminating on the above.
Portrait of The Artist Marcia Stehr
Child asleep under one of Marcia's work of art.
Isn't that how art is supposed to be experienced, not in a rarefied atmosphere,
but in the middle of life, where we gather to eat, pray, celebrate - and rest!
Paul Shapiro, artist, painter and friend of Marcia's for over half a century.
Good people having had a great time at Marcia's first ever exhibit of her work at La Cocina de Balam.
Walking mid-afternoon in about 90 degrees a rest on this purplish contraption was more then welcome. Currents, a multi-media arts show at El Museo Cultural in the Santa Fe Railyard is happening now. Each year they build a contraption of sorts at their entry which will then usually stay on for the rest of the season, even after the close of their production, offering a welcome point of interest an rest in my already colorful 'hood.
Later in the day these dancers took advantage of this same contraption for a photo shoot with one of my neighbors.
Twice most days we walk with dogs through this park.
We never get tired of the variety of colors and textures, plant and wild life.
Yup, lots of bunnies and ground squirrels to get excited about, heaven for our pups.
Photo credit to the one and only, incomparable, highly talented, passionate about art & life,
professional photographer Jennifer Esperanza,
May 20, 2016, Bernie Sanders Rally, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
Yes, I am all for a third party, based on Bernie's progressive platform and his current supporters aimed at 2020 elections. Independents make up the largest percentage of voters, meaning they (we, strictly I am still registered as Democrat, but that might change after the democratic convention, or by fall, or with a renewed attempt to establish a viable alternative to the 2-party system of Democrats and Republicans.)
Bernie chose to hitch his wagon to the Democrats, for now. It was an excellent choice, I believe, he would never have gotten the exposure he has gotten as a 3. party candidate from the start. I do not believe he can defect the Democratic party in favor of a new 3. party now. He would lose credibility and be seen as an opportunist. Bernie will be in a great position to work on a progressive agenda from within the democratic party. Meanwhile from within Bernie's movement we have already leaders such a as Professor Robert Reich, Secretary of Labor under President Clinton, who has proven himself to have been a most eloquent advocate for Bernie and the issues so important to us, and the formidable Nina Turner who as a Senator of Ohio introduced legislation S.B. 307 to regulate men's reproductive rights, in retaliation to male legislators attempts to restrict women's reproductive rights, hilarious.
Bernie created a movement whose time may not have come yet, but will. It is crucial to gather the momentum in to positive action for a future we truly can believe in, but not on cost of a Trump presidency! Change takes time. Impatience will not get us what we want, but a long view will eventually. Time is on our side, I am hopeful.
Silver graced the outside area of El Museo Cultural in the Santa Fe Railyard during the closing party of famous photographer Lisa Law's Sixties successful exhibit yesterday, Friday evening, June 10, 2016. Geriatric hippies hung in and around this most colorful, fun contraption that had gotten a new coat of varnish for the occasion. Piglets and a Zia symbol up front emerged from that touch up, how cute. I miss those far-out rigs created by wild and wonderful imagination of the sixties and seventies too. I will never forget the one that had a hot tub in the back and organic wood beams gracing the living area. I have seen a few wondrous amazing contraptions and owned myself a Berkley city transit bus for that purpose. That holds stories upon stories I am not yet ready to tell.