By contrasting everyday life in her native Finland to that of America, her newly adopted country, Partanen holds up a mirror that very kindly shows us where we stand as a modern nation. [Read More]
The Night Is Young and the Music’s High
Classic rock fans often wax nostalgic about guy-bands from across the pond like the Beatles, Rolling Stones, and Led Zeppelin. For me any tribute to trans-Atlantic music must spotlight a mixed-gender group from Sweden. [Read More]
An April in Europe
It’s hard to believe it’s been over a month since I’ve been back from an epic trip to Europe which I shared with Nancy for 2 weeks in England, and then soloed in England, France, Netherlands, Denmark and Sweden. The details are starting to fade, so it’s time to write it all down, based on […]
Fear of Summer
I fear you summer, I fear the way you hurt my chest, I fear the way I try to hold onto the slick sides of mirrors sliding efficiently down the heart of my fingers as I’m trying to hold onto images, reflections of the shelter I love….[Read More]
Heart Money, Not Blood Money
“We need to start to talk about money in ways that dethrone it and make it subject to human ethics and standards of love and decency.” [Read More]
Off To The Spine Center
Those that know me well often think I employ a crooked logic in my arguments (and also know I LOVE to argue). Well, I’m not so sure of my argumentative logic or skills, but I AM crooked in another way. [Read More]
Gift of a seagull
It’s the middle of August and I’m somewhere in Arizona.
Driving and driving I see a patch of white on black.
Unusual it seems. I’m curious.
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A Visit to Stumptown
With The Accidentals playing the Aladdin Theater in Portland recently, Nancy and I headed there for a rare weekend away from home.
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What Remains
We can say Black Elk witnessed the death of an indigenous way of life that existed for thousands of years. He did so just as surely as we’re watching death today — from Aleppo to poison pipelines to dead zones off the coast of America…. [Read More]
Dangerous Angels
When I was a child, I imagined angels like the ones in sentimental postcards, those romanticized winged guardians walking alongside a blond, middle-class boy and girl whose aggressive normality rendered them as iconic as their protector. [Read More]
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