I drop the needle into the grooves and it crackles to life, the buzz of an amplifier, unscrubbed, signifies the tactile–even if we don’t know by whose, what follows was surely made by human hands. [Read More]
Message, Moo-Cow, Messiah
It seems absurd on the surface that anyone who brandishes the word “Christ” would feel more affinity for the ways of plutocrats than the teachings of our compassionate rabbi. Yet when the Word becomes flesh, it is a socially-conditioned reflex for humans to fixate on the box rather than the contents. [Read More]
The Shining Stars of Our Lineages
Every day we make choices and decisions that affect our kin, and as a result, everyone else. We communicate to the outside world through our choices, without having to say a word. [Read More]
Gov. Kate Brown’s chosen secretary of state serves who?
Voter access is sacred to Oregonians. It should have been an obvious factor in Brown’s appointment of a new secretary of state. Secretary Clarno’s actions suggest Brown may have used a different political equation. [Read More]
Seeing through the enemy and seeing the self
In the grand master scheme of things, I don’t believe that enemies exist. At a core level. We are all made of the same stuff, right? The same star stuff and blood and bone and breath. [Read More]
Yo Dems
Who will renew confidence in America’s presidency? What personal qualities do they need? Should they be a practical hard-working dynamo, a civic super-nerd, an inspirational orator, a venerable change-agent? [Read More]
Running from SAD
I’m staring down the barrel of the weather forecast: nine days of rain, one of clouds. A foretaste of gloom hits the tip of my tongue, catches in my throat and drops like a rock to the pit of my gut [Read More]
Ingathering
“This is a collaborative project,” Deb said in the weeks leading up to the installation. “I hope other folks will feel inspired to participate and help with the weaving. It strengthens community when we make art together.” [Read More]
Sun-lifted Mornings in the Pacific Northwest
In the Pacific Northwest, the mornings come heavily weighted. Overnight, moisture sifts down or seeps up and the land sits heavy with it until the morning sun, if there, gradually lifts it up, like a mother raising an injured child’s chin and encouraging her to smile. [Read More]
The case for doing something
We are in that moment with climate change. It is an emergency. It is time to mobilize the bucket brigade. [Read More]
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