Birthday

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Thoughts At The Coffee Club

I might have to share Coffee Club moments as the power is still out in my neighborhood. I gave up waiting at home as the call for coffee became absolutely dangerous. And my electronics needed charging.

But, a purpose: John Berger was born in Hackney, London, England on this day in 1926.

“When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.”― John Berger, Keeping a Rendezvous.       Happy Birthday Johnny!

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Meanwhile, I’m sharing an outlet with another boother as the place is packed. I wonder how we will manage when the power grid is completely shut down due to someone’s ideological insanity. (Is there any other kind?)

More & more I think the off-the-grid folks have the right idea. Although this is becoming like the bomb shelters of the 50s, isn’t it? If you didn’t have one you had to hope someone who knew & loved you would let you join them. My neighbors wouldn’t share theirs with me. They said they didn’t have enough room in it for anyone else. Jesus. An awful thing to happen to a little kid.

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Happy Birthday

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Yo Yo Ma’s primary performance instrument is a Montagnana Cello, built in 1733, valued at 16 Cr INR (2.5 Million USD).
Yo Yo is the Willie Nelson of the classical world. He’ll play a duet with anyone! And he’ll explain things. Once, when I was watching him with his son at the piano, Yo Yo was quite going on about musical concepts. You could see his son getting more and more impatient. And he said, (a few times) “let’s play.” Ma would say, “Just a minute,” and speak on. Finally the boy turned to the piano and began playing. Ma said, “Oh!” and drew his bow around and began playing at once, having to quickly catch up. Ah yes, the power of children to do what adults cannot!
Play On!
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Happy Birthday

For Blondie & all of us who love her! Rock on!

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The Locust, Butterflies, and Birth

Inspired by the Caterpillars Don’t Become Butterflies post from Mitch Teemly, I went back into the archives to find this series of beauties from 2009. These photos were sent to me by Tara Pohl. A friend of hers (nameless? credit?) had taken them while she was living in Ohio and I in Colorado. This is the kind of thing that still gives me chills. Or as my son used to say, skin shivers. And boy would he have loved this. His birthday is tomorrow. Happy Birthday, Joel. I hope you, like the Butterfly & the Locust, have completed your metamorphosis into the splendor of the Universe. I love you. I miss you.

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