It could be time to quit longform writing. Too demanding of the wrinkled writer.
My computer tech noted that Ron has a less busy desk top than mine.
Maybe. Though there's a comfort in long held images. I open the computer and there are red plastic appliances. Once I had grand thoughts of writing on the dominamce of red in my household.
When our last glass coffee pot used to boil tea water broke, the online search revealed these Italian made beauties. We went to Kitchen Kaboodle, "locally-owned since 1975"-- a thrill to go into a real live store, not be forced to select a new object in space.
There was a choice of colors. Would have been adventurous to select green. But no; I'd bought into red when I moved here, downsized to a smaller Cuisinart food processor in red. Left behind my beautiful kitchen for charmless current one. Maybe red would distract.
Goes along with the Italian tomato crusher I bought in New York for Ron. Excellent device which he took some time to appreciate, now extols its value to all. Italians have always excelled at design. Chose red Bodum, electric water boiler, Danish not Italian....close.
Have long craved an Olivetti typewriter. Noun, vintage shop on Belmont Street, near our daughter's home, had one I resisted. This 1960s green Lettera 22 whisks me back to New York summertime, unairconditioned busses, demurely dressed Eastside career girls perspiring. We did not sweat till we gave ourselves permission later in that decade.
I'll end with this big pot of tasty, red tomato sauce, made by Ron, aided by the Rigamonti Velox crusher.
No success at short form writing here. Did clear desktop a bit. Hard to retire the anti-suffrage button (pre-1920). Seems so relevant.
Couple of weeks ago, a friend and I talked about what it would take to get our juices flowing on writing. Write Around Portland, a workshop, seemed a fine toe dip into the water. Each of us had been to one of these "prompt" sessions in the past. Mine was five years ago when we first moved to Portland. Since then, been doing onlyl short form writing like this blog.
This morning we joined others at a table at the back room of Hot Lips Pizza--a facilitator plus five others. Two hours to jump start from the wish to the action. Very disciplined, various lengths of time to do the prompts--10 minutes, one minute.
We arrive too late for the first prompt, "stayed up too late." Think my favorite was near the end. Bunch of kitchen tools and hardware were spilled onto a table. We could take one-- or not. The nut pick made me think of jewelry-making, couple of ideas I've had but... Chose the prompt, "on their second attempt." In eight minutes--
A device that will move me on? Oh, I do look for the "it," the object, the key. Creativity is a bitch.
Once upon a time what was it? But back then I was too busy trying to get out. Out of the box. It sides were my time, my place, my gender. Only three sides--what were the others. Maybe a drawing will clarity.[drew two vertical lines, Time and Place, joined at bottom by horizontal unamed line, curved roof at top]
But gender seems to be a curve over the top of my uncompleted box. Needs work. More than a second attempt. Myself as the device needed.
Delightful experience, intense, the plain room filled up with word imagery. Took pleasure in listening to my friend's take, where the same prompt would lead her. Loved differences in the work by the women and men in the room --some funny, funny plus dark, sweetly relfective, poetic.
Do I have too good a life to write more--another play? So many pleasures (which I definitely believe I deserve on my less political days).
In December, as we all were reminded of the 2012 gun tragedies (16 of them that year), it was not hard to despair about the "bad guys with the big money" winning out over the many efforts by hard-working groups like Moms Demand.
And yet...I read about one city's initiative that moved the conversation toward doing something. StevenFulop, the young mayor of Jersey City, New Jersey proposed--and the City Council accepted--that gun manufacturers submitting bids to the City had to answer six questions:
1 - What do you do to combat illegal gun trafficking & illegal gun crime?
2 - Do you manufacturer and sell assault weapons for civilian use?
3 - Do you agree not to sell certain models of firearms for civilian use?
4 - Are you requiring your dealers to conduct background checks?
5 - Do you fund research related to gun violence & smart gun technology?
6 - Will you commit to prohibiting your brand name from being used in violent video games?
Sent a letter (not an email) to the Mayor of Portland: what about doing this here? No response so far.
Not long after the phone rang. It was a campaign worker for Jules Bailey, a candidate for Multnomah County Commission. Could Jules have my support? He listened patiently to my disappointment that gun control, had gone nowhere in the recent legislative session. Next came an email from Jules' campaign with a contact form to indicate my priorities. Listed the six questions. His reply (during one of our February cold days): Yikes! Old lady gets support. And Jules can have mine! Recently he came to speak at our retirement community. Big crowd to hear about his progressive agenda and hear of his thoughtful work in the state legislature. One of the perks about moving to a smaller city is the chance to hear and meet candidates in-person. Glad to endorse Jules Bailey...and share our Happy Cup Coffee!
Just saw this on Facebook but Moose, the artist, of Manchester, England did this clean-up-the-dirty-wall graffiti more than five years ago in San Francisco. Appeals to me more than spray-painting on outdoor walls.
Surprise: Reverse Graffiti was sponsored/funded by green works, a newish product from Clorox. [Note: Large corporation wants to promote a good-earth product, so uses lower case type for name.]
Ingredients seem environmentally-friendly. But it's not available at New Seasons, very p.c. grocery stores where we usually shop. Have to go to Fred Meyers...try it, share with neighbors to see if might be a better household cleaner (for both residents and service staff) and could be suggested for use in our retirement community.
Still ponder repeating my own on outdoor performance, Kneading to Know, from PSU "Street Art" class, 2011.
There's a Vietnames restaurant, a favorite of ours since we first came to Portland. You read the chalkboard above the counter, order Hum Bao, garlic lemongrass chicken, tea, take a number, find a table.
After we ordered, I walked back outside to visit a nearby antique shop. I'd taken a photo of this sign a year or two ago, it's been sitting on my desktop waiting to be put to use. I wanted to ask about it.
Was it a sign for the store or was it a vintage sign--looked like it was metal? Usually there are only women working there but today there was a man, probably the owner. When I told him my interest, he wanted to know if I was pro or anti gun control. Oh, "pro," I answered.
He smiled, "I have a lot of gold and silver in here. If anyone comes in and acts like he wants it, I have this." He pulled aside his shirt, showed his Colt revolver. Not what I was expecting.
Next he shared that everyone would be much, much safer if school teachers had guns. Acknowledging that this was his belief, I thanked him for the information, and returned to my Vietnamese dinner.
You know in The Wizard of Oz, Dorothy tells Toto, "We're not in Kansas anymore." That's how I felt: I'm in the West now. I never know when someone will be carrying a gun. Sure, in New York City, there's another guy minding his antique store, carrying a registered firearm, but he would never show it to me.
Though mine was celebrated more modestly, less publically, than Gloria Steinem's, I'm fine with that. If you're a thinking woman who has lived through all the changes over these years, you know how important Gloria has been to American feminism, to all women and girls. There are others, of course. Many whom we need to know more about before they are simply Archive footnotes on a future website.
Missing in the thoughtful article by Gail Collins was whether this birthday brought her what many octogenarians share: piling up health issues. No toothaches, no newly-creaking joints?
Gloria Steinem seems free from all that. Wrong. A look at her Wikipedia page shows otherwise. But, as always, she's aware that this prominent New York Times article, in women's history month, on her own birthday, is an opportunity to continue the primary focus of her adult life: the message and the actions of feminism.
Her eye is always on the message. And for that I am very grateful.
Dedicated fan of Rachel Maddow--her educated take on many issues. This was the world feminism imagined in the 1970s, one where smart women could be more known for their brains than their beauty--I look at the show's website periodically (check out my blogroll).
Sometimes what I find is quirky like this one about coffee.
Who would have thought that the brew would loom so large in my thoughts? Would not have happened if our daughter had not begun Happy Cup Coffee Roasting.
Couple of months ago thought I'd try drinking something without caffeine. Could eliminating my morning cup lower my blood pressure? Saw this hazelnut substitute; love hazelnut, a taste acquired since moving to Portland.
Teeccino, it's called. Like the taste. Prepare it in a metal tea bag. Beats de-caf in flavor. Fortunately my Rachel, the coffee roaster, does not require a loyalty oath.