Wednesday, May 31, 2006

office work is nuts!

i spent the last 2 days working for my chiropractor, whose regular receptionist had out-of-town company. it is amazing to spend 8 hours in one place; the first day i only had one pee break, yet didn't really notice the hours passing as the phones were going crazy with people who wanted to come in as soon as possible.

this usually happens after a long weekend--the people who thought they'd be all right over the weekend find out that they weren't, and naturally they want relief. so it was very hectic yesterday. It was not nearly as much so today, but still, i will be relieved to go back to single-tasking in a room with one other person vs. being at the beck and call of the telephone, the doctor, and the many people coming in and out of the office.

i love my chiropractor and actually was his first receptionist when he opened his own practice nearly 20 years ago. i was fresh out of massage school and didn't have any real direction; he was in need of a person to answer the phone and schedule appointments and help set up his office. when the insurance companies and all the red tape got to be too confusing (which occurred approximately immediately), i realized that i didn't want to become any better at that job! he found his perfect assistant soon after, but i'm usually his preference if she is out of the office for any reason.

so i get to do this about twice a year for a day or two. it always serves as a timely reminder that i am lucky to love what i do as much as i do, and lucky to find employment and earn a living, doing something i love. it is quite a blessing!

Sunday, May 28, 2006

recipe sunday

more blueberries....

i can get 3# of organic frozen blueberries at costco, so i am always on the lookout for good blueberry recipes. i will print this out as i received it, and then give my changes below.

i made it today in a big hurry for a baby shower, so i cut some corners, but it turned out just fine!

Cinnamon Blueberry Biscuits

1/2 C. packed brown sugar
1/2 t. ground cinnamon
12 oz. can buttermilk biscuits
1/2 C. melted butter
1 C. quick oats
1 1/2 C. blueberries, fresh or frozen
1/2 C. sugar

Grease a 9x9" baking dish. Combine brown sugar and cinnamon. Separate dough into biscuits and cut into quarters. Roll each quarter in melted butter, then in cinnamon sugar mix. Place in a single layer on the bottom of the baking dish, and top with half of the oats.
Roll the blueberries in the 1/2 C. of sugar and layer them on top, and cover with the remaining oats. If there is any cinnamon sugar left, you can sprinkle that on top too. Bake at 375 degrees for 25-30 minutes.

ok, here are my changes:

*my brown sugar was lightly packed so i used a bit less than was called for
*i only rolled the biscuits quarters in the cinnamon sugar mix, and then (since i was in a hurry) i think i added about 2 T. of butter slivers on top, before the 1st layer of oats
*i for sure did not roll any blueberries in sugar!--but did sprinkle about 1/8 C. of turbinado sugar over the blueberry layer
*i used regular rolled oats instead of quick-cooking

as i said, it was well-received at the baby shower. the woman who gave me the recipe was there and pronounced it just as good as the original.

enjoy the fruits of spring!

Saturday, May 27, 2006

this memorial day....

....i'm going to spend some time in prayer and meditation, and dedicate it to the lives lost in this "mission" we've not accomplished.

i've been invited to a party monday but you know me and parties. not my favorite thing. i will be my usual hermit-y self and either stay home or go off somewhere with the dogs. maybe mt. lemmon--someplace cool would be nice!

of course i am working in the morning. holidays are usually good days for massage therapists to work, but i have the afternoon off.

i watched "WMD--Weapons of Mass Deception" last night and it was pretty sad. it showed footage of some of the iraqi children who had been hit by cluster bombs. not pretty. and it's stuff we in the u.s. have not seen, along with photographs of our own dead soldiers. i don't mean gory shots, but some kind of representation of the 2000 (don't really know how many!) or so soldiers we have lost. it gave me pause, to think of the deeper meaning of that essay i posted below.

i see i completely missed my blogiversary on 9 may, so happy belated!

well i don't mean to be a downer person, so i'm wishing everyone a happy long weekend, and i hope you have fun no matter what you are doing.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Essay on George W. Bush by E. L. Doctorow

Edgar Lawrence Doctorow occupies a central position in the history of American literature. He is generally considered to be among the most talented, ambitious, and admired novelists of the second half of the twentieth century. Doctorow has received the National Book Award, two National Book Critics Circle Awards, the PEN/Faulkner Award, the Edith Wharton Citation for Fiction, the William Dean Howell Medal of the America Academy of Arts and Letters and the residentially conferred National Humanities Medal.

Essay on George W. Bush by E. L. Doctorow

I fault this president (George W. Bush) for not knowing what death is. He does not suffer the death of our twenty-one year olds who wanted to be what they could be.

On the eve of D-Day in 1944 General Eisenhower prayed to God for the lives of the young soldiers he knew were going to die. He knew what death was. Even in a Justifiable war, a war not of choice but of necessity, a war of survival, the cost was almost more than Eisenhower could bear.

But this president does not know what death is. He hasn't the mind for it. You see him joking with the press, peering under the table for the WMDs he can't seem to find, you see him at rallies strutting up to the stage in shirt sleeves to the roar of the carefully screened crowd, smiling and waving, triumphal, a he-man. He does not mourn. He doesn't understand why he should mourn. He is satisfied during the course of a speech written for him to look solemn for a moment and speak of the brave young Americans who made the ultimate sacrifice for their country.

But you study him, you look into his eyes and know he dissembles an emotion which he does not feel in the depths of his being because he has no capacity for it. He does not feel a personal responsibility for the thousand dead young men and women who wanted to be what they could be.

They come to his desk not as youngsters with mothers and fathers or wives and children who will suffer to the end of their days a terribly torn fabric of familial relationships and the inconsolable remembrance of aborted life.... They come to his desk as a political liability which is why the press is not permitted to photograph the arrival of their coffins from Iraq.

How then can he mourn? To mourn is to express regret and he regrets nothing. He does not regret that his reason for going to war was, as he knew, unsubstantiated by the facts. He does not regret that his bungled plan for the war's aftermath has made of his mission-accomplished a disaster. He does not regret that rather than controlling terrorism his war in Iraq has licensed it.

So he never mourns for the dead and crippled youngsters who have fought this war of his choice. He wanted to go to war and he did. He had not the mind to perceive the costs of war, or to listen to those who knew those costs. He did not understand that you do not go to war when it is one of the options, but when it is the only option; you go not because you want to but because you have to.

This president knew it would be difficult for Americans not to cheer the overthrow of a foreign dictator. He knew that much. This president and his supporters would seem to have a mind for only one thing --- to take power, to remain in power, and to use that power for the sake of themselves and their friends. A war will do that as well as anything. You become a wartime leader. The country gets behind you. Dissent becomes inappropriate.

And so he does not drop to his knees, he is not contrite, he does not sit in the church with the grieving parents and wives and children.

He is the President who does not feel. He does not feel for the families of the dead; he does not feel for the thirty-five million of us who live in poverty; he does not feel for the forty percent who cannot afford health insurance; he does not feel for those who retire only to lose pensions; he does not feel for the miners whose lungs are turning black or for the working people he has deprived of the chance to work overtime at time-and-a-half to pay for their pills --- it is amazing for how many people in this country this President does not feel.

But he will dissemble feeling. He will say in all sincerity he is relieving the wealthiest one percent of the population of their tax burden for the sake of the rest of us, and that he is polluting the air we breathe for the sake of our economy, and that he is decreasing the safety regulations for coal mines to save the coal miners' jobs, and that he is depriving workers of their time-and-a-half benefits for overtime because this is actually a way to honor them by raising them into the professional class.

And this litany of lies he will versify with reverences for God and the flag and democracy, when just what he and his party are doing to our democracy is choking the life out of it.

But there is one more terribly sad thing about all of this. I remember the millions of people here and around the world who marched against the war. It was extraordinary, that spontaneously aroused every soul to alarm and protest that transcended national borders. Why did it happen? After all, this was not the only war anyone had ever seen coming. There are little wars all over the world most of the time.

But the cry of protest was the appalled understanding of millions of people throughout the world that America was ceding its role as the last best hope of mankind. It was their perception that the classic archetype of democracy was morphing into a rogue nation. The greatest democratic republic in history was turning its back on the future, using its extraordinary power and standing not to advance the ideal of a concordance of civilizations but to endorse that kind of tribal combat that originated with the Neanderthals, a people, now extinct, who could imagine ensuring their survival by no other means than pre-emptive war.

The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is conformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He proposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives and invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The trouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble.

Finally the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He becomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail: How can we sustain ourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective war making, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics of this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to make us mourn for ourselves.

the power of intention

last night i attended a workshop about using intention deliberately in what is called an "Intender's Circle." the presenter's name is Tony Burroughs and his web address is

there were about 30-40 people there, many of whom were familiar to me, and many of whom are already firmly planted in alternative lifestyles and belief systems. the guy was preaching to the choir! :)

it's a simple technique for vocalizing and framing one's desires in such a way that their manifestation is hastened, with the support of one's circle (power in numbers).

of course, radical trust is necessary--as well as a firm belief in one's own deserving-ness. there is certain language that is more effective, and one always includes the caveat that all be done for the highest good of all--either stated or implied in all intentions.

there's a 2nd workshop tonight so i will have more to report tomorrow!

be peace!

Sunday, May 21, 2006

recipe saturday

i made this the other night for a test run before bringing it to a memorial day party next week....and it's yummy! the leftovers are going to the sweat with me this morning....cut into little sqares, it's great finger-food!

i'll try making it with fresh berries next time, to see how that changes the end result. i've enjoyed it cold with a drizzle of maple syrup on top. wonderfully easy, and a great summer dessert!

Blueberry Couscous Cake

(from Yoga International)

This is a luscious cake--dense, moist, and rich-tasting, yet fat-free. Serve it topped with unsweetened raspberry or strawberry jam or orange marmalade, thinned with a little water. It's great the next morning for breakfast, too.
(Yields one 9" x 14" cake)

6 C. apple juice (i used unfiltered organic)
1 T. vanilla extract
3 C. couscous (regular, not whole wheat)
1 pint blueberries (i used 2 C. frozen mixed berries and it worked all right)

1) Wash blueberries gently under cool water. Set aside on paper towels to dry.
2) Place the apple juice, vanilla, and couscous in a large pot and bring to a boil. Stir continuously, until the couscous has thickened and all the juice has been absorbed.
3) Gently fold the blueberries into the hot couscous. Pour immediately into a 9" x 14" shallow baking pan that has been rinsed but not dried. Chill until set, about 2 hours.

Friday, May 19, 2006

bed time story

a few weeks ago some friends of mine told me they were having a giant yard sale as they are relocating to boulder, co. they were selling their futon bed which has a big long drawer in the base. i thought, just the thing for my birkenstock fetish!

i was not exactly in the market for a new bed, but the one i've been using for the past 3-4 years is the same one my son slept in from ages 13-17 during his "growth spurt" that included shooting up to 6'3" tall. he weighed in at almost 300 pounds at one point, although during his senior year he lost 100 pounds.

at any rate, what i'm trying to convey here is that the bed has a pretty distinct slump in the middle, which is fine while sleeping alone, but makes it challenging when a partner is added.

i didn't know this until last september, when chris came to visit for the first time, and the point was made ever more clear during his 3-month stay that ended in late march!

it seemed as though buying the futon bed would be a good move, both for me as a healthy-shoe whore, and for me as half of a couple. i have slept on futons in the past and like their simplicity and firmness.

i bought the bed and moved it over here about 2 weeks ago. the mattress part of it has been stored inside the travel trailer, while the wood slat frame and "floor drawer" have been leaning up against the outside of the travel trailer. i was starting to worry about sun-warp, so yesterday became the day to move the beds.

many of my chores fall into the "reverse domino theory" category, which in short means that before i can accomplish X, i first have to do Y, which involves taking care of Z, and so forth.

i had intended to find a new home for the old bed, but it seems no one is really interested in a used, saggy, non-pillow-top, full-sized bed. i was stuck in limbo with this reality until i had the brainstorm to put the old bed on the porch.

in order to move the new bed in, i needed to move the old bed out, but before i could move the old bed out, i had to clear off the porch, which meant that all the boxes had to be opened and looked at and sorted, plus i had to make a run to one of the many great local thrift stores to donate boxes of books, and clothing that will never fit me again, etc. etc. etc!

i called my neighbor to ask her to help with the moving part, after the sorting part was mostly out of the way, but she never called back. i moved both beds in and out alone, with the help of a tarp.

invention is the necessity of motherhood, i always say.

the upshot is, the futon bed is now in the bedroom, and the old bed is now on the porch for outdoor sleeping, which i love and have missed since moving back to the urban landscape. there are still a few "miscellaneous" boxes but for the most part the others have been labelled and stored in the travel trailer.

and, i slept for about 10 hours last night, so the new bed must be comfortable!

the acid test will come in about 3 weeks when chris is arriving for our 4th date.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

attack of nostalgia

yesterday i was actually going through some of those boxes on the porch (yay!!!!) and came across some decades-old, hand-painted cards from a former friend/lover. so i looked him up on the internet--an amazing tool for moments such as these--and gave him a call. he was understandably shocked, but also delighted to hear from me as he had been thinking about contacting people from the past as well.

this morning i got an email from my very first lover, way back in wilmington delaware in 1973. we had begun a correspondence a year or so ago, which petered out after the "remember when....?" and "this is what i'm doing now" emails were over. but still, it's good to be reminded that i had an identity that seems to have continued over the years.

so i guess it's old home week or something.

last week i got an email from ms. magz letting me know she sold the mares. pieces dropping away, coming back; bits of the past floating in the soup of my mind.

things, people, places come and go, come and go. what remains?

Monday, May 15, 2006

goodbye karl

i was happy to stumble upon THIS while going through my political emails this morning.

meanwhile my prayers are going out to new england as the waters continue to rise.

tucson has hit 100 already and it looks like summer is here.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

Happy Mother's Day!

Julia Ward Howe's Mother's Day Proclamation - 1870

Arise then...women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts!
Whether your baptism be of water or of tears!
Say firmly:
"We will not have questions answered by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and
We, the women of one country,
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."

From the bosom of a devastated Earth a voice goes up with
Our own. It says: "Disarm! Disarm!
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice."
Blood does not wipe out dishonor,
Nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil
At the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home
For a great and earnest day of counsel.
Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace...
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God -
In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality,
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

Friday, May 12, 2006

hmmm....have we progressed at ALL?

"A tyrant must put on the appearance of uncommon devotion to religion. Subjects are less apprehensive of illegal treatment from a ruler whom they consider god-fearing and pious. On the other hand, they do less easily move against him, believing that he has the gods on his side.

-Aristotle, philosopher (384-322 BCE)

sweet puppy face

i just found this in chris' flickr account, and figured out how to blog it! i guess this is early photo sunday for me.

Thursday, May 11, 2006

i'm soooooooooo sorry

i had to take that Mazda picture out, it was messing with my template too much. hope you enjoyed it while it lasted! ONE DAY, i will have a digital camera and then i will saturate you with pictures. meanwhile, you must simply endure my prose.

the folk festival was wonderful, as usual! i only went on sunday as i can't handle too much social interaction--and Bill Miller was the one person i simply HAD to see. he is half German, which i could see in his facial bone structure, and half Native American (sorry, don't know which tribe). his music has been part of my life since i first heard him in 1995-6. Raven In The Snow was the name of the first cd i heard, and i was instantly taken by the powerful blend of native american flute, garage-band rock and roll, and inspiring lyrics.

the folk festival is held in a park downtown, near the art museum. there are 4 stages, and the acts change every half hour from about noon to about 7:00. hopefully you can imagine how busy and fun this event really is! plus there are several workshops on topics from songwriting to instrument repair to marketing....and it's all absolutely free and open to the public.

at any rate....sunday i showed up at about 2:30, caught an act featuring a few friends of mine (Willow Creek), and made my way to the Courtyard Stage where i was volunteering. i recorded about 6 acts--some of which were very wonderful--and then it was time to go get situated to listen to Bill Miller. all seats in front of the Plaza Stage were already filled, but there is a grassy knoll to the south of the stage where my buds and i traditionally hang out during the evening acts. we bring blankies and beers and it's generally a communal sprawl. you can't really see the performer, but the audio is good and the vibe is even better.

the act before Bill Miller was phenomenal--Harvey Reid and Joyce Andersen; he's a guitar wizard, and she's a monster fiddle player. i had my folk fest t-shirt in hand and had borrowed a Sharpie just in case i got close enough to Bill to ask for an autograph. just before he went onstage i walked back and caught his attention long enough to get that autograph! we had a brief conversation and shared a hug. my day was made!

suffice it to say that those who didn't know who he was, know now! he only had a keyboard player with him ("This guy gave up Mariah Carey for me," said Bill), but he invitied Harvey and Joyce back up on stage to jam with him. i appreciate professional courtesies like that, plus the combination kicked ass! he played some blues, made a few references to his personal path through common reservation pitfalls (apathy and alcohol), and ended his set with a really funny bob dylan imitation (knockin' on heaven's door). the audience was singing and laughing and i was teary-eyed with joy and emotion.

it was a performance to remember, and i will cherish my autographed t-shirt as long as it lasts.

Monday, May 08, 2006


I'm a Mazda RX-8!

You're sporty, yet practical, and you have a style of your own. You like to have fun, and you like to bring friends along for the ride, but when it comes time for everyday chores, you're willing to do your part.

Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Saturday, May 06, 2006

political upheaval

i've been renting a lot of political movies from Netflix recently; i started with the Robert Greenwald "UN" trilogy ("Unprecedented: The Story Behind the 2000 Presidential Election"; "Uncovered: The War On Iraq"; and "Unconstitutional: The Patriot Act") and followed those up with "Bush Family Fortunes: The Best Democracy Money Can Buy" by Greg Palast.

i've got a Howard Zinn movie on deck right now, and "Bush's Brain" (about Karl Rove) on my queue, but had to take a break yesterday, i was so crabby and pissed off. i took myself to the friday night sweat and purged my soiled thoughts in clouds of healing steam and hippie comaraderie (sp?).

today i was back in cheerful mode, thankfully.

i watched these movies because i earnestly believe that the 2000 election was bought and paid for; that Bush was put into power entirely through the efforts of his family, his family's money, and his powerful friends--whom he has repaid with high-level appointments and sweetheart deals from here all the way to .... Iraq.

it hurts my sensibilities to see people continue to pursue a dead-end avenue rather than explore different, cheaper forms of energy. i'm just a lowly peon, but i have the feeling that if the money and time and effort were spent in the ways they are about aquiring crude oil, we'd be further down the road of energy alternatives than we are now.

meanwhile, the head of the CIA resigned yesterday and it's just a matter of time before another neo-con fear-monger is given that position. sigh.

end of rant.

now on to more mundane subjects: my sweetheart's custody hearings have been continued for 3 MONTHS, which is sad because he keeps being patient and getting the shaft as far as due process is concerned, but (selfish me) good because perhaps this delay will allow him to make a visit in the sort-of-near future. i wish he'd make some forward movement with this case, but it's not my burden to bear, except peripherally. and i had all kinds of pie-in-the-sky ideas about visiting him for a month or so this summer, but the bucks haven't manifested for me to take that kind of time off. since he has the luxury of paid time off plus no dogs to care for, it makes more sense logistically for him to come west than for me to go east. but i'm sure i'll get there again, one of these days.

i've been reading some interesting books about past-life regression by a psychiatrist who used to be a straight-arrow kind of guy (Cloumbia, Harvard) until a patient he was regressing started talking about a lifetime she'd lived in ancient Egypt. he wasn't sure it was for real until the same woman gave him a message from his deceased father and used that man's Hebrew name, which was information she had absolutely zero access to in 'the real world.' so he got very interested in this idea and his books are quite fascinating. his name is Brian Weiss in case anyone wants to check it out.

ok i think i'm done here, have a great weekend and ciao for now!

Friday, May 05, 2006

feels like tuesday

but it's friday. go figure.

the tucson folk festival is happening this weekend--2 day's worth of free music with local, regional, and national talent appearing on 4 stages! did i mention it's FREE?

i am volunteering to tape performances on sunday afternoon at the courtyard stage. it should be very entertaining! plus i am a big bill miller fan, so i'm really looking forward to seeing him sunday night.

check it out HERE.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

cool little poem

i'm just not feeling very prolific lately, so to keep y'all entertained, i'll post other peoples' words for awhile. ciao for now!


One man awake
can awaken another
the second can wake his
next-door brother
the three awake can rouse
the town
by turning the whole place
upside down
and the many awake
make such a fuss
they finally awaken
the rest of us
One man up
with the dawn in his eyes

~Helen Kramer~

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

helpful hints from ellen (*hiccup*)

(it's so nice that treatments for vomit stains and black eyes are included, ha!)


1. To remove a bandage painlessly, saturate the bandage with vodka. The solvent dissolves adhesive.

2. To clean the caulking around bathtubs and showers, fill a trigger-spray bottle with vodka, spray the caulking, let set five minutes and wash clean. The alcohol in the vodka kills mold and mildew.

3. To clean your eyeglasses, simply wipe the lenses with a soft, clean cloth dampened with vodka. The alcohol in the vodka cleans the glass and kills germs.

4. Prolong the life of razors by filling a cup with vodka and letting your safety razor blade soak in the alcohol after shaving. The vodka disinfects the blade and prevents rusting.

5. Spray vodka on vomit stains, scrub with a brush, then blot dry.

6. Using a cotton ball, apply vodka to your face as an astringent to cleanse the skin and tighten pores.

7. Add a jigger of vodka to a 12-ounce bottle of shampoo. The alcohol cleanses the scalp, removes toxins from hair, and stimulates the growth of healthy hair.

8. Fill a sixteen-ounce trigger-spray bottle and spray bees or wasps to kill them.

9. Pour one-half cup vodka and one-half cup water in a Ziploc freezer bag and freeze for a slushy, refreshable ice pack for aches, pain or black eyes.

10. Fill a clean, used mayonnaise jar with freshly picked lavender flowers, fill the jar with vodka, seal the lid tightly and set in the sun for three days. Strain liquid through a coffee filter, then apply the tincture to aches and pains.

11. To relieve a fever, use a washcloth to rub vodka on your chest and back as a liniment.

12. To cure foot odor, wash your feet with vodka.

13. Vodka will disinfect and alleviate a jellyfish sting.

14. Pour vodka over an area affected with poison ivy to remove the oil from your skin.

15. Swish a shot of vodka over an aching tooth. Allow your gums to absorb some of the alcohol to numb the pain.


Monday, May 01, 2006

wowie zowie!

a few hours and 100$ spent with my computer wizard friend and i have a new optical mouse, new speakers (with a sub-woofer to boot), AND a 40-GB hard drive--all hooked up and working well so far. i am so stoked!

what we still haven't done (he forgot the zip drive) is transfer my data from the astro to the New And Improved Dell. he's coming back tonight to do that, and to figure out why my ethernet cable won't work in my modem.


by the way, Clerks is outrageous. i know i'm about the last person to see it (but i loved Dogma and Chasing Amy). kevin smith is a funny, brave, and smart guy. if you haven't seen Clerks and are tempted to rent it after my glowing review, make sure you get the 10th anniversary edition. watching the story of how it came to be is almost better than the movie!