Three holy wars, remembering Howard Zinn

We have lost Howard Zinn. Luck­i­ly he spoke his mind and it was cap­tured in video and in print. This is just one of many enlight­en­ing lec­tures he gave not that long ago — 2008.

His writ­ings have changed the con­scious­ness of a gen­er­a­tion, and helped open new paths to under­stand­ing and its cru­cial mean­ing for our lives. When action has been called for, one could always be con­fi­dent that he would be on the front lines, an exam­ple and trust­wor­thy guide.”
— Noam Chomsky

Coffee styles, robotic java

It seems as though we are seek­ing slow­er ways to enjoy our­selves. Most of this is illus­trat­ed in the rit­u­als around food that have come to pass, a need to find slow food.

Just when I thought that espres­so style cof­fees had com­plete­ly tak­en over the plan­et — I found the move­ment for pour over cof­fee. I know this bet­ter as Melit­ta style… or drip coffee.

This is a Japan­ese video of the process.

A Time to Break Silence : Martin Luther King, Jr.


Dr. King short­ly after his bus boy­cott arrest
Alaba­ma Police Mugshot, Feb­ru­ary 22, 1956

This speech by Mar­tin Luther King, Jr. rings true today.

Mar­tin Luther King, Jr.
Beyond Viet­nam — A Time to Break Silence
Deliv­ered 4 April 1967, at a meet­ing of Cler­gy and Laity Con­cerned at River­side Church in New York City

It is with such activ­i­ty in mind that the words of the late John F. Kennedy come back to haunt us. Five years ago he said, “Those who make peace­ful rev­o­lu­tion impos­si­ble will make vio­lent rev­o­lu­tion inevitable.” Increas­ing­ly, by choice or by acci­dent, this is the role our nation has tak­en, the role of those who make peace­ful rev­o­lu­tion impos­si­ble by refus­ing to give up the priv­i­leges and the plea­sures that come from the immense prof­its of over­seas invest­ments. I am con­vinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world rev­o­lu­tion, we as a nation must under­go a rad­i­cal rev­o­lu­tion of val­ues. We must rapid­ly begin…we must rapid­ly begin the shift from a thing-ori­ent­ed soci­ety to a per­son-ori­ent­ed soci­ety. When machines and com­put­ers, prof­it motives and prop­er­ty rights, are con­sid­ered more impor­tant than peo­ple, the giant triplets of racism, extreme mate­ri­al­ism, and mil­i­tarism are inca­pable of being conquered.

Full speech click on this line.

James Joyce, the beauty of words

It lay thick­ly drift­ed on the crooked cross­es and head­stones, on the spears of the lit­tle gate, on the bar­ren thorns. His soul swooned slow­ly as he heard the snow falling faint­ly through the uni­verse and faint­ly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the liv­ing and the dead.

- the end of The Dead, by James Joyce

Philadelphia Museum of Art : Blah Blah Blah…

Was just over at the Philadel­phia Muse­um of Art search­ing for their hours on Sun­day. Was try­ing to get over to the Gorky Exhi­bi­tion, spaced that Sun­day was the last day. So why when I come to the wel­come page can’t I find the hours in the foot­er or a box?

I click Infor­ma­tion. Not there.
I click Vis­it­ing. Quick scan, Not there.
I click sitemap. Not there.

Not until I go back to vis­it­ing do I notice that under Main Build­ing that there are hours anoth­er click away. Now when I click hours under Main Build­ing (what­ev­er that is) I get all the vis­i­tor infor­ma­tion for all of the build­ings. What the &%!.

Gumby, Pokey, put on your black arm band.


A sad day for Gum­by and Pokey. Art Clokey, the ani­ma­tor who cre­at­ed the lov­able, bend­able clay cre­ation Gum­by over a half-cen­tu­ry ago, died. Many a sat­ur­day morn­ing was spent cere­al bowl in hand watch­ing the green guy and his orange pony pal.

It was Eddie Mur­phy’s SNL Gum­by sketch 40 years after the birth of Gum­by that final­ly cre­at­ed some finan­cial reward to Art. The cul­tur­al icon is still pop­u­lar today and has even moved into the new world of social media — Gum­by has over 134,000 fans on Facebook. cur­rent­ly has some Gum­by avail­able for viewing.

poem today : Hide and Seek, Kay Ryan

It’s hard not

to jump out

instead of

wait­ing to be

found. It’s

hard to be

alone so long

and then hear

some­one come

around. It’s

like some form

of skin’s developed

in the air

that, rather

than have torn,

you tear.

(“Hide and Seek” was orig­i­nal­ly pub­lished in “The Nia­gara Riv­er” by Kay Ryan, Grove Press Poet­ry Series, 2005.)