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Christmas Customs in Colonial America

December 9, 2012 3 Comments

This gives us the history of the celebration of Christmas.

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I have had several of you ask me about how true are the wreath decorations of Colonial Williamsburg. So true to form, I did some research to confirm their authenticity. In my research I came across some interesting information on customs and traditions of Christmas within the colonial period.

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During the colonial period in Virginia, the Christmas season followed a four week period of Advent. Most Virginians were devout Anglicans and they would have observed a period of fasting, prayers and reflection. They would have read daily from the Book of Common Prayer. Fasting would have been only one full meal, which generally would have been meatless during the day. After the four weeks, they would end with a Christmas meal and the start of the Christmas season.

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Tucson’s Butterfly Jungle

December 3, 2012 8 Comments

In Tucson we keep a small power packed tropical jungle full of exotic butterflies. We live in a draught filled desert, so besides the regular showing of of our local flora, our Tucson Botanical Gardens provides a little slice of steamy tropical heaven for visitors.

Visiting the tropics

Visiting the tropics

I support the gardens and enjoy visiting at all times of year. The contribution to our botanical heritage is important. This oasis provides a luscious environment in the heart of the city for those who treasure gardens.

strike a pose

strike a pose

The collection of butterflies is seasonal. They arrive in the fall and stay until spring.

Butterfly on stone

Butterfly on stone

We do not mind hanging out for a while in the mist.  They even play jungle sounds,  Here I am with an antler fern coming out of my head.

sitting in the butterfly jungle

sitting in the butterfly jungle

The star attractions are born and die constantly.  The butterfly tenders bring out new boxes of babies, born right next door in the nursery every day.

twice as lovely

twice as lovely

They are whimsical, friendly, and short lived.  They are kind of like a living sand mandala.  They brighten the world for a brief time.  They invite you to come on down to their jungle for a break from everyday cares.  They know the secrets to getting it while you can.

on my head

on my head

Best Time to Time Travel

December 1, 2012 2 Comments

Gotham City

Gotham City

Today is the first day of the slowest travel time of the year. For the next two weeks hotels, flights, attractions, and everything related to tourism will be experiencing low season. This will abruptly come to a halt on Dec 15. If there is a place you want to visit but like to have the best service at the lowest price now is your moment. Get while the getting is good. The essential key to happiness in travel is beating the peak. If you fly on Sunday after Thanksgiving in the US you will be accompanied by the largest crowds of the year. Wait a week and a magical thing happens. Along with happier staff in hotels, restaurants, and airports the people know know the secret of hitting the road the first two weeks of December are a far less cranky group than the one that will stand in line for absolutely everything at the end of the month.

Carnegie in Pittsburgh

Carnegie in Pittsburgh

Phipps Conservatory

Phipps Conservatory

Last year at this time I went to Pittsburgh, where I grew up, but had not been since 1965. I had the best time finding landmarks and taking in the whole Gothic Christmas scene downtown. I went to Phipps Conservatory, a fond memory from youth, to enjoy the holiday botanical show. I enjoyed a superb performance by the Pittsburgh Symphony Orchestra, and perhaps best of all I was invited to a family home to get down Steeler style. Although I didn’t go out to Oakmont to see my own suburban home with a basement, cheering the Steelers with a family of serious fans in their basement did bring back big memories. Naturally the place has changed since 1965, but since the three rivers made it what it is, the rivers still define the city. Once full of coal barges, lit up by the steel mills running all night, the Allegheny and the Monongahela Rivers form the mighty Ohio in Pittsburgh.  This strategic point, where Fort Pitt is memorialized, made Pittsburgh the gateway to the west.  It certainly worked for me.  I moved to Venezuela in 1964 to be a petroleum princess, then to Texas in 1966 so my dad could be an Aggie.  I never lived in a cold place, or the eastern part of the country again after that departure.  I was an ice skating whiz at the age of 10, but I tried it in Zermatt when I was about 47 and found I had truly lost my ability.  I decided against the rental skates last year, not wishing to leave the ‘Burgh on crutches.  Just watching brought back enough fond memories for me.

Hip Shopping and Sugar Plums

November 23, 2012 3 Comments

By definition, a purchase at a small business is an act of individuation. The effort to save small business, slow food, craft quality, and organic farming is valid from an economic standpoint. The local business keeps currency flowing in the local stream. Home Depot takes as much profit as possible home to the stockholders, as is their mandate. This does not make Home Depot evil, but it does mean that it is impossible to purchase anything hip at that Depot. The interaction with the customer is done to scale, as in, ‘What do we need to order from China for next season?”, or “How do we create a new line of seasonal treats our customers have requested?” The hip gift giver looks for the unique match, which is not to be found in the massive crush of deep discount mall shopping.

My mom just loved being swept away by merchandise. She shopped all over the world and stocked up on gifts for unknown future receivers. These ghost recipients were just taking up some of the slack in her giant shopping disorder. She was good anywhere, from the street market in Asia to Wal-Mart. She loved acquisition for no apparent reason.  I spent way too much time in my childhood shopping for my taste.  I believe this experience shaped me into the psychic speed shopper that I am today.  First of all, like many traits we reverse (only to end at the same place), my goal is always to spend as little time as possible.  Exactly like my mother I start with no need to shop, owning already more stuff than I could ever possibly use in this lifetime.  If I buy something I need to feel that I have been guided, like the Star of Bethlehem, to that object.  I want to feel like shopping commando, in and out without even being detected  in the marketplace.  Ruby (my mom) wanted to hang out and try on everything, being stimulated and thrilled by dressing rooms and the hollow compliments of commissioned sales people.  She burned me out long before I was 9 on that situation.  I never go to malls, and would simply die if I had to go to one on Black Friday.

Today for Green Friday I have no particular need to buy anything.  It is the perfect day, however to take the public bus to Fourth Avenue to buy pecans  and pistachios at the Food Conspiracy.  There is a local party with live music, discount shopping and dining, and a chance to see the streetcar tracks they have been building for what seems like forever.  By taking the bus right in front of  home I will avoid all traffic/parking/road construction issues.  I like to create gifts I decide to give, to make it a personal deal.  The recipient will never be thrilled as in wow the expensive brand name thingy everyone else has!!!!!!!, but maybe years later will be able to remember how the sugar plums tasted.  I freestyle my own sugar plums from nuts and fruit I find or have.  This year I dried some awesome pears in September that are delicious.  I want to try mixing them with pistachios and pecans, both of which are grown in Arizona.  I encourage you to do your own, since it is almost impossible to make them taste bad.  I think Alton is way off base with the fennel seed, and would never do that in mine, but that is why the creation is an individual gift.  The ones in The Night Before Christmas were sugar-coated coriander …..drastic flavor if you ask me.  I goes to show that your flavor will be savored by individuals, so take some time to do something tailored to them. Thoughtful and personal is the new mindless overconsumption.

Best Beach Bar

November 19, 2012

There is no other place like the Kraken, in Cardiff by the Sea, CA. This live music venue is loved by surfers, bikers, and all kinds of folks. Step inside and it is always in another time zone ( about 1976). On Sundays the Brokers play from the late afternoon until 9 pm. This is my favorite time to go because it is before my bedtime. The crowd is always classic California and the music always rocking. The lagoon is out back and the beach right across the street.  Meeting my friends Jodina and Beth there last night for a dancing good time reminded me why I love North County and the old surfer culture..still alive and rocking the Coast Hiway.

Jon Thomas

November 17, 2012 3 Comments

Jon Thomas

Jon at Carlsbad

I was introduced to Jon Thomas by my friend Cathy Murakami, generally considered to be the pickiest woman on the earth.  I, for one, will go try something based on her recommendations because I hardly ever meet anyone with standards as high as my own.  Jon practices his healing arts at Cat’s studio in Encinitas, Synergy Systems.  I really enjoyed my session last month.  It left me feeling super balanced and energized.  I learned his style of Tui Na is distinct because he learned it from his father in law, a famous Tai Chi master from Shanghai. It is a very funny combination because Jon’s soft West Virginia accent and  his very unassuming calm presence reveal neither the recently retired Marine, nor the Asian powerhouse of healing he really is.  Once you get to know him it all makes sense. He is fully embedded in his wife’s family as a regular kind of Chinese guy.

My treatment yesterday was in my room right on the beach, which was not too shabby.  I also was able to tune in better to the way the system works by talking while he worked.  Ligaments are the focus of this work. To balance and restore life energy ( aka chi) to the body, the ligaments are carefully worked and compared to each other.  During the time he worked I was able to feel amazing changes by noticing where he was touching me.  This time at the end of the session I felt super great, and woke up today feeling wonderful too.  He works on people to cure problems, but in my own case feeling good  to feeling incredibly good also can be his cup of tea.  I am already wondering if I can fit one more treatment into my weekend visit.   If I lived out here I would see him regularly.  He, in my opinion, rules, and I haven’t even gotten to the Tai Chi master part yet.

Apathy, the Mother of All Crime

November 15, 2012 5 Comments

fledgling hawk at the condo village

We know there is fraud and corruption all around us. We are aware that we pay these highly disputed tax dollars to government employees less than interested in serving the public. We know laws are broken all the time because there is not even a tiny itsy bitsy effort to enforce them. I am not sure why we have so many (but that is another subject) if they are all just recorded somewhere in case lawyers need to use them. The public believes that somehow having cops is having law enforcement, but this highly simplistic notion is every criminal’s best friend. People allow bold and disgusting crime to happen before their very eyes without trying to stop it just because apathy is so strong that they are basically controlled by it. There is no expectation that our surroundings can be kept crime free, but rather a new normal of home security and paranoid, anti social collection of weaponry.  Full disclosure, I live in Arizona, so I am speaking about my own ‘hood.

I live in a condo village that looks like a fake Taos Pueblo in central Tucson.  There are only 30 homes, a pool, a jacuzzi and a small guest parking area.  For the last 10 years the HOA board has had the same two members every year.  They return to office, even though they are not even known to most residents or owners by keeping completely out of touch.  They meet without any interaction with the other homeowners, send a paper newsletter with vague and meaningless report of the meeting in the mail, and  continue to survive in this isolated way because they discovered apathy.  When one of them celebrated the death of her father by stealing $50 from our dues money and making a donation to a hospice in her father’s name, I called to inform her stealing dues money  is both disgusting and illegal.  She hung up on me.  I learned by asking for neighbors to help get them out of office that the most important element of life for them is denial and ignorance about what is happening in the real estate market and in their surroundings.  I reported the theft of the $50 to the attorney general of AZ who responded that they did not handle such cases.  I inquired at the city council office to locate the office that could handle this crime.  The real estate department no longer helps HOAs with crime infested boards, and the fire department is now in some way attached, but there is no resolution other than to get the homeowners to get the stolen money returned. The homeowners’ prime goal was continued apathy, so that was not workable.

They continued in office and started running a charity scam in our public areas.  They solicit food, money , and any kind of junk to their keep the homeless outside campaign.  They do not believe in supporting the existing shelters and non profits that serve the homeless community.  They believe in trashing the environment of their neighborhood, and some other neighborhood with a public park, in order to feed the homeless outside like animals.  They think they are entitled to run a charity scam blocking our driveways and driving down the price of our real estate value because they know that apathy will protect them.  They have run this operation for years in broad daylight begging on the internet for donations.  I have reported the crime to the IRS, AZ revenue, the County Health Dept, the Ward 3 council office, and of course the TPD.  None of these entities cares if we have a charity scam operating in our neighborhood.  Neither do the owners of the homes that have lost more than half of their value while these board members made this special jurisdiction for themselves in our public areas. The neighborhood watch cop tells a story of neighbors watching a house be cleared out by thieves, but never report it because nobody knows their neighbors.  Here, the homeowners sat silently inside their own homes while their very own property value and quality of life  was willfully destroyed and decided that it must be fate.  I own a lot across the street from the HOA property with a rising value, while these home values have sunk like rocks. Foreclosure has come and stayed.

I do not believe in competing unfairly with legitimate non profits that need all the help they can get today.  It is easy to pitch in, volunteer, or donate to many worthy and wholesome programs that assist the homeless, rather than demean them ( and possibly give them food poisoning) in a public park.  I would think that most people would be grossed out by this, but strangers drive through and donate junk without thinking, “What am I doing in a residential condo village blocking the fire lane to do my charity work ?”  But then, those people are just dropping off a few old socks they no longer want.  The homeowners have been willing to loose their socks just to stay apathetic.

The border, the stoners, the Feds

November 7, 2012 2 Comments

Now that we can be relieved of the presidential politics for a minute, let us look ahead to the rapid change  rolling into the future of the US. I live next to the border where incentive to smuggle is a traditional job creator in the region. Capital creation has historically been based on tax free labor and favorable agriculture laws that made ranching and farming possible in the state. We are now famous for SB1070, the state immigration law mostly banned by the Supremes.  The political cartoon of our state is Barry Goldwater  in drag flying a bomber over Phoenix to do the business of the people.  His legacy lives, but it is demographically challenged and I believe will soon be destroyed  by pure and simple economic reality.  During Barry’s lifetime the border was a complete joke.  All farming and ranching depended on Mexican undocumented labor.  All hotels and restaurants in Arizona used the same standards.  Tucson was the Mexican dirt weed capital of the great southwest, shipping untold tons to untold trillions of American pot smokers.

The only real change in the government that happened on election day was the legalization of marijuana by Colorado and Washington.  Lester Holt cautioned the stoners not to break out the goldfish and Cheetos too soon, which lead to a comment that there is no Entenmann’s way out west.  Yes, Brian , we do have Entenmann’s, and excellent medicinal kine bud grown right here in Arizona.  Colorado, however, has an advanced business model in play that will be ready for  Coca Cola as soon as either the Supremes or the dweebs in congress clear the active for Cannabis Coke.  There has been much investment in Colorado into development of products ready to ship across the nation.  These legally produced and consumed products replace some of the income lost by the attrition of traditional ( read tax free labor force) farming.  Arizona agriculture has been decimated by draught, SB1070, and the same loss of interest in farming as a business experienced by the rest of the nation.  We are out of water, but we still have plenty of sunshine.   The new pharming is done indoors requiring intense electric lighting to achieve the pharmaceutical quality.  Arizona can produce solar electricity, and we already have Dutch people here growing tomatoes in greenhouses.

Lawyers and lobbyists, come on down!!! Let us get real about laws that create  liberty and justice for all, and laws that provide incentive for violent criminal smuggling.  Arizona can be the crown jewell in the solar pharming phuture of cannabis.  We can provide legal jobs and opportunity that will enrich our state tax revenues, or we can continue to play deadly tug of war with the Sinaloa cartel.  Some profit from status quo.  Incentives for smuggling must always include bribes, as is the nature of the beast.  Some law enforcement individuals can and do become extra super wealthy from all this incentive, while the state becomes destitute. By eliminating the smuggling incentives we an make our tax dollars work for the public interest. Even if you are sure you never want to burn one the economic absurdity of pouring tax dollars into making sure nobody else does must be clear.  The idea of securing the border is a good one.  It is time to cut the cord for the Mexican cartels, and suck up to those cute Dutch people with all those greenhouses.  You do not need to be high to see how this works.

Yaqui Man of Knowledge, Cachora

October 25, 2012 6 Comments

The first time I saw Cachora he was sitting in the shade using a needle and thread to thread tiny seed beads. He was about 85 years old,  wearing no glasses. The sight of him actually able to do this made me laugh hard out loud.  He commented without looking up, in Spanish, saying he was just another Indian doing handicrafts.  I had been told that he was Don Juan.  He spreads this rumor himself, but it is not hard to figure out that he isn’t.

Cachora at the bead table

I asked him if he was a shaman, to which he responded negatively. He said he was a man of knowledge.  He then began to tell me his entire cosmology.  He began with his birthday and place, then his parents birthdays and place.  He and his father were born in Rio Yaqui, Sonora, like Don Juan.  Cachora’s mother was from Oaxaca.  His parents had met while collecting plants for medicine.  He told me his parents had never used pesos in their lives, but had traded medicinal plants for all they needed.  This was their craft and way of life.  The vest he shows here belonged to his father, and was worn for healing ceremonies.  That is the case, if Cachora is telling the truth about this vest.  He is what is known in the world of medicine as a coyote.  He lies a lot, misleading and amusing himself with the confusion of others.  So I took the birthday information and went to a book store to buy and reread A Yaqui Way of Knowledge by Carlos Castaneda.  The first fact given about Don Juan is this birthday, many years before Cachora’s.

symbols on the healing vest

This man of knowledge became my friend.  I called him on the Don Juan thing on my second visit.  I also remembered to bring him what he wanted rather than money.  This practice made me a favorite.  His first requests were for some specific stone beads, some hummingbird feeders, and some reading glasses.  I returned with his wish list items about three months after we had met.  I used to hang out and joke with him, learning a little about plants.  He told me that I am a siren.

Cachora and the healing vest

I spoke with a friend in Tijuana last year and learned that he was still alive and kicking.  His much younger wife, Josefina, had died, but he was in the company of a young girlfriend from Spain.  He is not Don Juan, but, as he puts it, there is some of him in all those books.  South of Tecate, in the valley of the sorcerer, a Yaqui hombre de conocimiento named salamander (that is the translation of Cachora) is still in the business of knowledge.

beaded vest