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When Does The Ship Come In?

July 9, 2016 3 Comments

Pacific

Pacific

When I was a freshman a the University of Texas at Austin in 1968 I was an idealist.  I was a folk singer, hum dinger. I protested the war in Viet Nam and civil rights atrocities.  We thought that an egalitarian, high minded society was just around the corner.   We thought the empire of fascist evil would end as soon as Barry Goldwater died.  We knew less about world affairs then, but we knew that war was not only the only true sin amount nations, but also unconstitutional in the way it was being waged with no declaration.  Since 1968 the United States has been at war with at least one part of the world all the time.  Peace has not been achieved, and civil rights have been all but forgotten.  Now we have the for profit prison system to mass incarcerate people of color, and laws designed specifically to feed that system.  Our war on drugs has produced an epidemic of cheap heroin and an addiction crisis.

I was too young to march on Washington in 1963.   I was busy living as an ex-pat petroleum princess in Venezuela.  I spent a lot of time listening to Radio Havana because it was the only station that we got with a strong signal on the radio.  I usually turned it off when Fidel went off on his speeches, but I liked the music from Cuba.  Back in those days Venezuela had a natural contempt for Cuba and Fidel, and dependence on oil companies for their entire economy.  This worked very well for the preteen petroleum princess, but not so well for the impoverished worker class.  Like the historical Buddha I was exposed to suffering I never could have imagined in the world. The really interesting part was that my parents had no problem with the semi slavery and obscene show of wealth we enjoyed. I didn’t either until I thought about it.  Now my own country has almost the same level of income disparity I observed in 1963 in Venezuela. The hippies have not yet accomplished our mission.  I wonder if in the chaos and violence of this time, so similar to 1968, we might finally see the ship come in.  The whole wide world is certainly watching.

Pacific

Pacific

 

California Hot

September 15, 2015 2 Comments

Swami's

Swami’s

Southern California is a wonderful place to visit. I am lucky enough to be on a road trip with a friend who is doing all the driving. We are exploring some places that are new to both of us, then going to a hot spring to spa down before returning to Tucson. I have some aversion to driving here, but since I have been freed from the task I am really enjoying the trip. There are still hippies here. It is much hotter than I have ever known it to be, so many of the Californians are freaking out.  I am used to hot weather, but this is the strongest evidence I have experienced for global warming.  The beach sand burns your feet, and the ocean is amazingly warm.  The drought is obvious everywhere.  If any group of smarties can solve the water problem with science and technology I suspect that group would be in California.  I hope science will save the day so we can all continue to eat produce, drink wine and come out here to the beach.

sunset

sunset

woody

woody

bird of paradise

bird of paradise

 

Why We Love to Live in Tucson

November 25, 2013 3 Comments

Yesterday, 24 November, was Porch Fest in the Dunbar Spring neighborhood of Tucson. This local party includes musical entertainment scattered throughout the hood, food trucks, mesquite bean grinding, and more.  I went to attend a food swap with a theme of local food.   I went to my garden and harvested herbs, calamondins,  and Jerusalem artichokes to make trade baskets.  Since this was my first time to attend the food swap I was not sure what to expect..but it was better than I might have expected if I had had expectations.  We set out our trade items and used a paper bidding system to indicate interest in swapping.  I scored some spicy dill pickles, jalapeño prickly pear jelly, cranberry curd, rosemary focaccia, and delicious chive dip that was perfect on the focaccia. Best of all I am now an official swapper, with the chance to join in future swaps with my new friends.  Everyone was super helpful and informative.  I learned about new products and tasted some great items.  I packed up my excellent swap and partied with friends for a while before sunset.  Please note if you live somewhere else, it is sunny, and although for us it was a bit chilly in the shade, we are able to go outside and celebrate our neighbors, our talents, and our supreme good fortune almost all year.  We have a diverse culture and a growing interest in sustainable practices such as rainwater harvesting and eating local.  Our local music scene is diverse and sustainable too because our citizens come out to support local artists and musicians in an effort to make this a more artful place to live.

pomegranate swapper

pomegranate swapper

as in, NOT Phoenix

as in, NOT Phoenix

my fellow swappers

my fellow swappers

good times

good times

squash

squash

bread swapper

bread swapper

food hippies

food hippies

good friends

good friends

my trade basket

my trade basket

swap table

swap table

swap explained

swap explained

painting mural

painting mural

out to celebrate

out to celebrate

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