Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Instead, I've been thinking about a seance that we had there one Halloween night. My brother and I, along with our best friend Calvin--all teenagers--gathered around a candle-lit table with the woman we lived with at the time who definitely had some kind of psychic powers. Maybe my mom was there as well.
We held hands and instead of conjuring up the ghost who lived in the house, the woman asked us to concentrate on the two graves that were in the front yard. These graves, marked by a sign that said "Hard Times," were there when we moved in, along with a lot of other "ranch" paraphernalia. We had pretty much come to the conclusion that these graves were props to make the place look more like an Old West ranch. But there was always a small bit of doubt. Maybe the graves were real?
After a while, the woman said she was getting an image in her mind. She said the people buried in the graves were trying to communicate. Keep concentrating she said. I thought I felt the table move. I thought I heard voices in the dark upper corners of the room. I thought I heard a bell.
She said she saw a man...he was wearing a uniform who looked a like a military man. She couldn't tell what branch of the service he was in, but he had many stripes on his sleeve. He was a high-ranking military man. He was there and he wanted us to know something. I thought I saw him in my mind too. He had a confession to make. He had committed suicide and killed his wife. They were the ones buried in the graves out front. He wanted us never to forget what had happened.
The woman then abruptly stopped the seance. She said she didn't think it was a good idea to go on. Then she got up and left the table, leaving us teenagers there stunned.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
"I read in Harper's Magazine a few years ago an article by a highly educated man wherein he told with what conscientious pains he had brought up all his children to be skeptical of everything, never to believe anything in life or religion or their own feelings without submitting it to many rational doubts, to have a persistent, thoroughly skeptical, doubting attitude toward everything. In other words to weazen and kill in themselves all spontaneous love, passion, enthusiasm, all creative power. I think he might as well have taken them out in the backyard and killed them with an ax."
Source: "If You Want to Write" by Brenda Ueland.
Found on Inward/Outward
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Well, I never made any steps in that direction, so consequently, imagine my surprise when I never made it to the big leagues. Now, I'm thinking I may be a little too old. I guess I will have to be a manager.
3 Nights in August is a great book for prospective major league managers like me to read. It looks at St. Louis Cardinal manager (and vegan) Tony LaRussa, examining how he coaches through every pitch, every at bat, every situation in a three-game series against the Chicago Cubs in 2003.
If I were a manager--say of the Boston Red Sox in tonight's World Series game in Colorado where they can't use their designated hitter--my first decision would be to sit slugger David Ortiz and stick with the red-hot Kevin Youkilis ("The Greek God of Walks") at first base. That way you get great offense along with great defense---and of course base running, which Ortiz doesn't offer. Ortiz would then be available to pinch hit.
The real manager of the Red Sox, Terry Francona, must have access to some esoteric stats I don't have. He's going with Ortiz at first and benching Youkilis. Hope it's the right move, Terry. You're on your own on this one.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
A runner-up would be Sherman Plunkett, who my parents named my first dog after in the 1960s. I still remember when I discovered Sherman Plunkett dead and stiff as a board out by the trash cans on our East LA street. I was told he was poisoned. But I digress....
Basketball: A two-way tie between Mugsy Bouges and Spud Webb. Both were amazing 5-foot-something stars in a world of 6-foot-7 giants.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I lived in Santa Cruz, however at the moment the earthquake hit, I was on the other side of the world; sleeping in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia and dreaming that my family was riding out an earthquake together in a California hot tub.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
I encourage everyone who has the chance to see him to do so. Here's an upcoming appearance in New York:
Daniel Berrigan Book Launch/Peace Event
New York, NY. 6:30pm, Oct. 15, 2007
Celebration for Prayer for the Morning Headlines, the new collection of verse by Nobel Peace Prize nominee Daniel Berrigan, with intro by Howard Zinn, photographs by Adrianna Amari and endorsements from the late Kurt Vonnegut and others. Launch/peace event hosted by Democracy Now!'s Amy Goodman, featuring poet/activist Berrigan, Ramsey Clark, The Brooklyn Youth Chorus and young readers from the Builders of the New World program of the Actors Theatre Workshop, with program founder Thurman E. Scott. At The Great Hall at Cooper
Union. Free and open to the public. 212-353-4195
Photo from the interesting site: Celebrities and People of Notoriety Opposed to the Death Penalty.
The military has rounded up the monks and made prisons out of the monasteries. Some of the civilians arrested have been released, though others have died in captivity. The people of Burma have once again had the light of hope extinguished for a time, though hopefully the world will not forget that they are not free.
Friday, October 05, 2007
As per tradition, we're heading up to the cottage for weekend. See you sometime next week!
Turkey drawing courtesy of Tuck's Turkey Calls. Be sure to check 'em out if you would like to purchase a beautiful handmade turkey call. Start blowing one of these in your neighbourhood and you never know what may happen.
I came home for lunch the other day and grabbed this screen grab, just for you. In it, Amado stands alone--apparently filled with existential angst--looking out the window while all the other kids do something sitting at the table. Oh yes, I can tell that's him. And it looks like he is waiting for someone....
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
(Above, Wendy with her Grandmother Smith in the 1970s.)