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Japanese Halloween costume contest on a train
Too much pressure on Japanese parents results in banned char-ben lunches
On 7th Street near 4th Avenue in Tucson stands a Moorish style building complex that has housed a dance/movement/or yoga studio as long as I can remember. Today the space is serving as a gallery, coffee shop, and farm to table restaurant as well as providing space for movement classes and other events. Today I tried Food for Ascension for the first time and I am very happy I did. This place has several qualities that set it apart from other restaurants in the area. The fact that all the food comes from no more than 150 miles away is notable. The pure plant based recipes sometimes include eggs, but substitutions can be made for vegans and the gluten free people. The menu is short but several daily specials as well as a good selection of small plates provide more than enough variety. I could not choose, so I ordered two entrees knowing I would bring some home with me. Servings were generous. My server suggested the half order of biscuits and gravy because she could tell I was going to have plenty of food. She was right about that.
She brought a bottle of water, which I always appreciate, and I enjoyed the wonderful view while a waited for my root and seed burger. At this intersection it is possible to see a least a little of three different mountain ranges that surround out city. Being upstairs to dine is truly a pleasure, especially when the weather is perfect like it was for lunch today. The domes and the downtown skyline view, along with 4th Avenue bustle make ascension to the upper deck a super treat. Perched above the noise of the street with plants and servers who make you feel very well attended is like finding a secret hide away in downtown. I plan to go often to try everything on the menu.
I can report that the innovation and care is obvious in the food preparation. Both burger and biscuits arrived hot and beautifully presented. I made my way through about half of each of them, and was super satisfied as well as stuffed. The root and seed burger had great texture, unlike the mushy veggie burger that can sometimes happen. This flavorful version had a nice char and crust on the outside which is a big plus. The fresh greens on the plate had a lemon vinaigrette dressing that made it work as a salad, but also was tasty when applied to the sandwich as extra stuffing. The oyster mushroom gravy on the sage biscuits was delightful. The sage flavor is strong in the biscuit, but it is complimented perfectly by the rich gravy. It is highly evocative of Thanksgiving, with no turkey involved. I loved both the dishes, and may have trouble choosing between them the next time I order. I packed the rest..well, the gravy was kind of gone…to take home for Bob to taste. I am excited to return with him next time because I know he will like it, and they do have some very rich desserts on the menu that will make him happy. I was way too full to try any of that today. I have found a new favorite spot, and am a little surprised it took me so long. Food for Ascension has been open for about a year. If you have a chance to try the food, as well as the fabulous ascension, I recommend it. Take the upgrade, Tucson!
Professional pumpkin carving has reached a high level of skill and art. I admire food art of all kinds, and am used to seeing intricate melons and fruits carved by Asians into extremely detailed shapes. Now we can boast of our own home grown American food carver who creates extreme masterpiece pumpkin carvings. While others are hoisting and throwing them Ray is turning the autumn symbols into amazing sculptures. Like a sand mandala, a pumpkin sculpture is born to die. The ephemeral nature of the craft makes it all the more special. Ray shares his technique with kids in school in hopes of nurturing the next pumpkin Da Vinci. If you have considered carving a jack o lantern this year, why not attempt a bust of your mail carrier, or of your child’s teacher? Good luck! Happy Halloween, Gentle Readers.
October brings ancient celebrations and rituals to life. Samhain, Halloween, Guy Fawkes Day,as well as Divali, fall at the end of October and beginning of November. They have in common ritual use of fire as part of the celebrations. As we enter the darkest part of the year in the northern hemisphere we honor the dead and invite them to partake in their former earthly pleasures. Day of the Dead is only one of the cultural holidays designed around remembering. The season is the right time to let go, to clean, clear, and remember. This is possible without any formal outward practice. You don’t have to dress up or build an altar to honor this change of season.
We all go through dark times in life. Lighting up the sky with fires and fireworks reminds us of energy shared, passed on, and finally no longer needed. You don’t need to be religious to understand the sacred nature of the inheritance of our human life. To be able to walk on the earth is not a small gift. Without the generations that survived before us we would not exist. We may notice a feeling of guidance from the ancestors, or simply a reverence for those who created our existence out of their own. I sometimes feel a deep sense of regret when I consider the lives of my ancestors. Who knows if that comes from me or from them. What can be known is that our connection to our ancestors is permanent. What we can learn from knowing about them and from imagining the way they lived gives us some insight into our own strengths and weaknesses. The ancestors know about those strengths and follies because they had them before we did, under different circumstances. I believe they would like for us to learn from their experiences.
I bought the audio book Falling Upward at the suggestion of a fellow student at a conference I attended last June. I encountered the contemplatives for the first time, and had a lot to learn from them. James Finley guided us for a meaningful and educational weekend. I owned an audio book by Dr Finley and Carolyn Myss covering the subject I have already heard at the conference, transcending trauma. This complex idea deserved a review, so on my recent car trip I listed to the trauma book to deepen my understanding. On my trip back home I decided to hear Richard Rohr read his own book, Falling Upward. I started from Clarkdale before dawn and arrived in Tucson about 10 in the morning. Most of the drive was really scenic, but even Phoenix traffic was bearable because I was enjoying the book so thoroughly. I have one disc still to hear, but I am fully ready to recommend this book to anyone, especially to those over 40. This is another way to look at retirement planning, from a spiritual perspective.
Falling Upward explains spirituality as it pertains to the two halves of life. In other words, humans are involved in the giant birth/death/recycle action of the universal field. There is a time for building up, and a very appropriate time for breaking down. All of nature does this constantly. Although Mr Rohr is a Franciscan and a Catholic priest, his point of view is not all presented from a theological stance. He knows history very well and uses his experience in the study of initiation rites of native people around the world to draw large conclusions. His conviction is that humans are capable of taking a grand excursion of the soul. He reminds us that all saints and holy figures leave home on a big crazy journey, only to return to home. The journey represents necessary suffering that teaches the mystery beyond the suffering. In the second half of life this death of the perceived self, or being in the world but not of it, can lead to enlightenment. In our culture many of us cling to the structures we built in our youth as if there is nothing greater or beyond our own creative control. Falling Upward involves letting go to the point that previous reality fades from view as we float to our intended home in eternal bliss. Sound kooky??? Well, it is. All the saints and prophets were considered to be out of their minds. Many were killed. Before the truth sets you free it generally makes you appear to be crazy.
I like to hear authors read their own books to me. I feel like it becomes more personal. This one is very special because I had never heard of Richard Rohr before his fan told me about him last June. Now I am a huge fan too. I invite you to listen, gentle reader. I could make a big difference in the end.
The Verde Valley north of Phoenix has a very interesting history. I had not visited the area for years and had read about the popular wine trail as a destination. I decided to spend a night in the restored historic section of Cottonwood. It is charming and very laid back. Folks are friendly, and most of the merchandise I saw on offer was of high quality. There are several antique dealers with very large inventories of interesting items. There are excellent restaurants and plenty of wine bars for tasting or evening entertainment. The wineries are doing good business here selling mostly limited small batch varieties. I did a tasting at the Burning Tree Cellars that I enjoyed. I liked all of the reds I tried, to my surprise. The Arizona wine industry has vastly improved the quality of their products in recent years. Some of the Burning Tree wines are made from California grapes, but made and bottled in Camp Verde, AZ. Arizona can be proud of our wine now. It has come a long way, baby. The walkable downtown makes tasting here a breeze. There are four upscale wineries located in a two block area, all very popular.
I don’t drink much wine these days, but am always immersed in history. I like to learn everything I can about places I visit. Knowing what happened in the past brings the place to life for me. I was unaware that Cottonwood had such a famous and checkered past. This tiny town was the bootlegging capitol of the state in the 1920s. There were tunnel systems below the streets leading from one storage place to others. The typical establishment had a pool hall, a barber shop, or another small business in the front and liquor sales in the back of the building. The tunnels were connected to homes and shops, as well as to automotive garages. Cottonwood bootleggers were supercharging cars and filling them with liquor to transport out of the area. It is said the garages had two tanks on the street out front, one with gasoline and another with hootch. Al Capone was once held in the local jail and there is a carving of his name that still remains. A still blew up and caused a very large fire that destroyed many wooden buildings in 1925. I learned all this and more when I took a short walking tour with Karen Leff, Cottonwood businesswoman and enthusiast.
I entered the lobby of the Cottonwood Hotel and found Karen, who is the owner, at the reception desk. She has made a study of the town’s history by questioning old timers who remember, and looking up documents and newspapers from the past. Her knowledge is extensive. She shares it by leading tours for interested groups by organizing Custom Cultural Heritage Tours. It was my lucky day because she had a short window of time to give me a quick version of her walking tour. I had a wonderful time touring some of the rooms in her hotel before we walked around to see the places the bootleggers made famous. Mae West did stay at the hotel, and a charming suite dedicated to her memory is one of the choices for accommodation. The small former rooms have been updated and expanded for modern taste. The balcony is a treat because it gives a full view of Main Street below. The view came in handy for a group of bank robbers who checked in. I fully enjoyed my time learning about history and some present day ghost stories as well. If you are in the area I fully recommend one of the tours Karen offers. She is in love with her town and it shows. You will get in touch with the spirit of the past by looking around historic Cottonwood. Karen added greatly to my appreciation of the town.

My 18th great-grandfather was born and is burred in Vilnuis, Lithuania. His conquest of Slavic lands that had been held by the Kievan Rus was his claim to fame. He was successful in establishing a headquarters in the Crimea. My 18th great-grandmother, his wife, was an Orthodox Russian princess, but he still tried to take over Moscow by military force. He is buried at Cathedral of the Theotokos
in Vilnuis.
Algirdas (c. 1296 – May 1377) was a monarch of medieval Lithuania. He ruled the Grand Duchy of Lithuania from 1345 to 1377, which chiefly meant monarch of Lithuanians and Ruthenians.
With the help of his brother Kęstutis, who defended the western border of the duchy, he created a vast empire stretching from the Baltics to the Black Sea and reaching within 50 miles of Moscow.
Algirdas was one of the seven sons of the Grand Duke Gediminas. Before his death in 1341, Gediminas divided his domains, leaving the youngest son Jaunutis in possession of the capital of Vilnius, with a nominal priority. With the aid of his brother Kęstutis, Algirdas drove out the incapable Jaunutis and declared himself a Grand Prince in 1345. Thirty-two years of his reign (1345–1377) were devoted to the development and expansion of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania.
Two factors are supposed to have contributed to achieve this result: The extraordinary political sagacity of Algirdas, and, the lifelong devotion of his brother Kęstutis.
A neat division of their dominions is illustrated by the fact, that Algirdas appears almost only in East Slavic sources, whereas the Western chronicles are aware mostly of Kęstutis. The Teutonic Knights in the north and the Tatar hordes in the south were equally bent on the subjection of Lithuania, while Algirdas’ eastern and western neighbors Muscovy and Poland generally were hostile competitors.
Algirdas not only succeeded in holding his own, he acquired influence and territory at the expense of Muscovy and the Golden Horde, and extended the borders of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania to the northern shore of the Black Sea.
Principal efforts of Algirdas were directed to securing the Slavonic lands which had been a part of the former Kievan Rus. He procured the election of his son Andrew as the Prince of Pskov, and a powerful minority of the citizens of the Republic of Novgorod held the balance in his favor against the Muscovite influence. However, his ascendancy in both these commercial centers was, at best, precarious.
Algirdas occupied the important principalities of Smolensk and Bryansk in western Russia. Although his relations with the grand dukes of Muscovy were friendly on the whole — he married two Orthodox Russian princesses – that did not prevent him from besieging Moscow in 1368 and again in 1372, both times unsuccessfully.
An important feat of Algirdas was his victory over the Tartars in the Battle of Blue Waters at the Southern Bug in 1362. It resulted in breaking up of the powerful Kipchak horde and compelled the khan to migrate still farther south and establish his headquarters for the future in the Crimea.
Science Friday is a show on PBS radio that I enjoy. This week I heard a story that has fascinated me. They are sponsoring a nationwide program to encourage people to enter into science experiments. The scientific methods are shared with anyone who cares to discover literally anything. Citizen science is a booming area of interest. Anyone can participate and if the results are shared on line with the hashtag #observeeverything there is a chance of encouragement and coaching from other scientists. The idea is to observe anything with a question in mind. Random observation can be the place to start. If you start today to closely watch what happens around you something may catch your fancy that can be the basis of your experiment. It should truly interest you and make you curious. There may be something you have been wondering about for a while, or you may stumble upon a phenomena you can’t explain or interpret. After you narrow down a question or theory to prove you need to take detailed notes and maybe some photos or videos to support your experiment.
I did a lot of science at home with my father when I was a child. I was struck by the way my dad was relatively careless with chemicals. He brought chemicals home from his job at Gulf Oil research. I like the dry ice the best. He liked to blow things up and make bombs. That was okay, but there were some fairly dangerous accidents as a result of my dad’s science lab in the garage, the backyard, and the front sidewalk. One time we spilled an explosive mix designed to be dropped in small quantities on the sidewalk to pop when it was touched. My father set of the toxic explosive spill with a broom and it flared up and looked like it might set the front porch on fire for a few minutes. I preferred to put dry ice in the bathtub and blow bubbles that would rest on the top of the CO2. I was also allowed to play with a large bottle of mercury..that’s right, mercury. My friends and I rolled it around in our hands…OY! I had access to a Teslacoil that we used to make our hair stand on end and to zap each other. I guess my childhood was a kind of mad experiment.
I have been making bitters lately and have been thinking maybe there is an experiment I could do that relates to different kinds of bitters and their effects on the body. Since it is subtle I don’t know how one might go about such a test, but I am considering that as a possible subject. I think the thing to do is go start that observation and see if something jumps up at me and wants to be studied. Is there a question you are itching to answer? Take a look at the twitter stream or the #observeeverything streams on any social media to follow the latest and see where the citizen science movement will lead us.