S&R’s Lisa Wright participated in yesterday’s Seneca Falls Women’s March and sent back a remarkable catalogue of photos. Those weren’t all she shot, though. This morning we invite you to review the rest of the set over at Lisa’s Instagram site.
ED NOTE: S&R’s Lisa Wright is at the Women’s March on Seneca Falls, NY. “The town is overflowing and the thruway is backed up miles…”
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There’s an old phrase that comes from the 1800s – “keep your powder dry.” It harks back to a time when firearms were fired with black gunpowder, and wet gunpowder wouldn’t fire. The idea was that you wouldn’t be able to use your gun when you really needed it if you let the powder get wet.
Since the election of Donald Trump to be the next President of the United States, I’ve been very busy with work and family, and I’ve been largely focused on what amounts to self-care for my mental and physical health. After all, I’m no good to my family, friends, or coworkers if I’m always fried, mentally and/or physically. And I haven’t been writing much.
What I have been doing is keeping my powder dry.
Today is Inauguration Day. Continue reading
These truths we hold to be self-evident…
The Turning – Samhain 1991 1. In this dry land crickets fear to chirp for waste of moisture. Rattlers bleach their bones, listless in the summer scald. 2. I don't want to say too much for fear of being misconstrued or maybe for fear of being understood all too clearly so here's your warning – Continue reading
Despite every attempt to marginalize and discredit him, John Lennon still matters and always will.
” I can’t wake you up. You can wake you up. I can’t cure you. You can cure you.” – John Lennon
Mark Twain once described his novel The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn as “A book of mine where a sound heart and a deformed conscience come into collision and conscience suffers defeat.”
Twain’s quote sums up the complex personality of our newest Scrogue, John Lennon – a sound heart often in collision with a deformed conscience.
Lennon’s achievements as a songwriter and musician are indisputable. With his songwriting partner (and lifelong friend) Paul McCartney, he is arguably the premiere composer of the 20th century. As a solo artist he left a body of work that is alternately brilliant, haunting, and petulant. As a writer he is an experimenter of the first order, playing with language in ways that rival Joyce and Beckett.
Even as we enter an age of not just indifference but open hostility to artistic achievement, his genius is undeniable. “If there’s such a thing as a genius – I am one. And if there isn’t, I don’t care” he once said of himself. Continue reading
… and voilà — ice on Altair IV.
In case you missed it, the Green Bay Packers executed a miracle yesterday to get golf season started for the #1 seeded Dallas Cowboys.
In the 1995-6 season Troy Aikman led America’s Team® to a 27-17 win over the Pittsburgh Steelers in Super Bowl XXX. In the 21 seasons since that glorious day in Tempe, the Cowboys have: Continue reading
I’m packing for our long march through the coming winter storm. This seems essential.
Competition is good. Free markets are good. Give everyone a shot at the brass ring. Get rid of regulations that stifle competition and opportunity.
Thus spake many a Republican (and often a Democratic) politician, saying they only want to hand business interests in America a clear road to economic growth and apparent prosperity for all.
So why do those same politicians, at federal and state levels, balk at attempts to introduce competitiveness in elections?
What, you say? American state and federal elections are not competitive? Continue reading
Goldhead is the best kind of novel of its genre – it is a novel that provides a great ride even as it reiterates a great lesson.
“People start acting stupid when a lot of money is involved, even people you think you know.” – J. Haviland, Goldhead
J. Haviland’s novel Goldhead is a couple of things at once: it’s a caper story (the modern thread of the story follows a group of WWII vets hired in 1959 by a shady tycoon to find a lost Spanish galleon’s treasure); it’s a history lesson (Haviland creates a fictional explorer’s journal similar to that of Bartolomé de las Casas that tells a parallel story of a 16th century conquistador’s expedition driven aground on the Florida coast by a hurricane that ends in disaster for all but the chronicler). Overarching both these narratives is the lust for gold – a fortune in gold from the Spanish colonial era that drives the behavior of the conquistador and his crew as well as that of the WWII vets and their crooked boss.
The novel is composed in alternating chapters and alternates between the Spanish expedition and the 1959 treasure seekers. Two things become obvious for the reader as this alternating plot structure unfolds: Haviland handles this plot structure beautifully, and avarice and greed separated by 430 years act in exactly the same way upon 16th and 20th psyches. Continue reading
With the short arms but hardly any roar…
While an orderly transported my wife from the ER to her private hospital room, a dinosaur child came calling in the hallway…
(Kaiser Permanente, South San Francisco, California 2017. See my other work here.)