Another Day in Andover

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It’s dry here.  We need rain for the crops and for the flowers and the trees.  I don’t care about the lawn.

The tours this morning shoud be fun.  I’m going in a new direction with the calligraphy and it’s one I can pursue for a while.  In fact, I’m sending for a few books on calligraphy.  I already have ink stick, ink stone, brushes and rice (mulberry) paper.  These are the four treasures of the literati study, but I’ve never used them.   Now I will.

Watched a touching  movie on the Independent Film Channel last night, The Syrian Bride.  A woman, a Druze Syrian, lives in the Golan Heights, formerly part of Syria, or, still part of Syria depending on whether you’re Israeli or Syrian.  Therein lies the story line as the bride has a match with a television personality in Syria.  She has to cross the border to get married but many problems ensue, both within the family and at the border.

In the end Mona, the bride, solves the problem by walking across the border with no one’s permission.  Her sister Alma, likewise, walks away from her husband, presumably toward a long-denied university education. Worth a watch.

Chinese Calligraphy

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Kate’s home for a four day weekend.  She needs the rest.  I hope she will take it easy, though she wants to do garage sale related things.  I’m not sure what that means and I worry about her taking care of herself.

I have a tour of China for Chinese language students from Central High tomorrow.  I decided to go with the history of Chinese calligraphy and its five main styles.  Part of why I’m doing this is that calligraphy is China’s highest art form and its appreciation influences all other forms of aesthetic judgment.  That means I don’t have an inside view of what makes Chinese art tick unless I can better comprehend calligraphy.  This is a start.

Each Time I Go To Sleep

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I have been playing a game before I go to sleep.  It soothes me, helps me relax.

It began when I wondered what my five favorite movies were.  Seventh Seal jumped into my mind immediately.  2001:  A Space Odyssey.  The Day The Earth Stood Still. (1951)  Invasion of the Body Snatchers. (1956)  Seven Samurai.  Sleep would come because I knew this was not the list, it was a list, a list I could come up at night as I drifted off to sleep.

Later, five novels:  Glass Bead Game.  The Trial.  Steppenwolf.  Moby Dick.  Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy.

Five favorite paintings at the MIA: Goya’s Dr. Arrieta, the Bonnard, the virgin by the master of the mille fleurs, Poet by A Waterfall,  The Cardinal.  again, a list, not the list.

Five pieces of music:  Unanswered Questions by Ives, Messaein’s symphony for the end of time, Coltrane’s A Train,  Drift Away.    definitely a list, not the list.

Five favorite classical sites I’ve visited:  Ephesus, Delphi, Delos, Angkor, Conwy castle in Conwy, Wales.

So on.  Works for me.

Garage Sales

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In spring mom’s across the land turn their minds to Garage Sales!  The mom in this house has.  That means I’ve spent most of this warm, almost early summer day cleaning out the garage, sorting junk from stuff to sell and trying to make the to keep pile as small as possible.

I started though with planting 5 varieties of heirloom tomatoes, two of heirloom cucumbers and one heirloom tomatillo. They go in small soil + peat plugs, onto a warming mat and under the soothing light of a fluorescent lamp.

Afterward I pushed a broom in the garage and moved items from one place to another, a favorite task in spring.  The intent is to keep some of the things moving right on off the property.  We have the stuff of George Carlin’s famous sketch and we need a place to put it.  Or to get rid of it.

It is 71 right now.  71!

60’s Ritual Taken Up By Gun Rights Crowd

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OMG   The Tea Party at the Capitol.   Don’t know about you but watching so-called patriots straight arming their fists in the sky like the Black Panthers and the protesters at the Mexico Olympics created cognitive dissonance.  A speaker at the rally said, “Do we love our country or what?” then raised her fist high above her head.  The crowd roared.

Personally, I choose “…or what.” in this context.  If love of country demands pulling back from rescuing the economy, taking care of the needs of fellow citizens and killing foreigners, then we have become not a country but a caricature of a country.

We have had 8 years of this kind of chuckle headed, shut the brain off and leave me alone with my righteousness blather.  Cheney, Bush, Rumsfeld, Rice, Wolfowitz, Pearl and other political refugees now await the judgment of history and it will not be kind.

The morphing of political symbols is not new, of course.  The V finger peace sign beloved of my generation had its origin in the V for victory of Winston Churchill in WWII.  This appropriation of the rally style, signboards and pumped fists in the air by the right is not so much blasphemy as it is culture at work absorbing, adapting.

Still, those of us marched and fought the Vietnam War and participated in the struggles for civil rights can be forgiven a twitch of the heart when seeing flag draped anti-socialists holding placards and chanting with their fingers closed in a fist above their head.  Just doesn’t seem, well, you know…right.

This Is The Question I Face Now. One I Have Not Answered.

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Agency.  There’s been a lot written in psychology and history about agency.  We have agency when we can affect the flow of events in our own lives or in the world around us. (No, I’m not going to get into the subtle no-free-will arguments floating around.)  A lot of the historical work has concerned how those without agency–say women, slaves, workers–get it or why they don’t have it.  In the case of the individual agency refers to our capacity to direct our own life.

A sense of agency underwrites our sense of self, or our sense of group identity.  Note that our agency or our group’s agency can be positive or negative.  A more negative sense of agency, that is, sensing that others or factors outside your control influence your life or your group, leads to a feeling of diminished capacity or is a feeling of diminished capacity.  A positive sense of agency promotes a feeling of active and successful engagement with the world, the ability to act in ways congruent with your self-interest or your group’s self-interest.

Here’s where I’m going with this.  In my regression back into the ministry after 8 or so years out I made the move because my writing career had not produced the hoped for results.  I had lost a sense of agency in the work area of my life and moved backwards on my psychological journey to retrieve it.  Going backwards to pick up something left behind is a key element of regression.  Its flaw lies in a return to a previous reality no longer relevant.  The ministy was what I had done, a minister what I had been.  The experience of return to the ministry produced missteps and a low level of energy for the actual work.

Now, about ten  years later,  once again I have reached back into my past, this time even further, to retrieve a sense of agency, the ur-agency, for me, the political.  This is the work with the Sierra Club. (hmmm.  just realized I did the same thing two years back when I studied Paul Tillich.  That was a return to life as a student, a potent form of agency for me.)

What the work with the Sierra Club, the study of Tillich and the ministry have in common is an attempt to regain a positive sense of self through a form of agency already well-established and presumably easily recaptured.  None of these activities in themselves is a bad thing, but that is the lure, the  seductive call of regression.

Back there, if only I could go back in time, and become the captain of the football team again.  Prom queen.  College radio jockey.  The actor I became after college.  My successful years as a bond trader or nurse or carpenter.  Back there I was strong, able.  I had a way with the world, a position of respect and self-confidence. Continue reading This Is The Question I Face Now. One I Have Not Answered.

Refinanced and Happy About It

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We have signed the refinancing agreement for our house.  4.75% interest.  Dropped our monthly nut a lot.  A lot.  Kate did it!

Having said all that the lack of process and scrutiny involved in this refinance made my jaw drop.  Kate went, talked to a loan officer,  some dithering went by as we  locked the rate.  It took us three weeks to ask where the appraisers were and as I said a while ago, they had already decided we didn’t need an appraisal.  We set up the closing for this morning and in spite of a last minute glitch–par for the course if you’ve closed on a lot of houses–we are back home now with a much cheaper loan.

It all reminded me of the way banks got in the trouble in they’re in right now.  Too little care in the lending process.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m tickled we got through with so little pain and I would not have written this until the bank had committed itself in writing, but gosh, gee wheez.  What about all those under-performing or non-performing loans?

High Temps and Legislative Sausage

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The weather has a run of above average high temperatures, 9-10 degrees warmer through Friday.   Saturday, according to NOAA the temperatures will fall back to average at a 58 predicted high.

Those of us who garden also watch the lows closely at this time of year and we will be well above freezing for the remainder of the week.  There is a chance for below freezing temperatures on Sunday night (30).

We have no rain in the forecast until Saturday and Sunday, then only a chance of showers.  We need moisture, according to the Star-Tribune this morning this was our 10th dry day in a row.  Those of us with irrigation systems have not started them.

Thanks to the wonders of cyberspace I’m writing this and listening to the House Finance Committee hearing that will take up the omnibus environment bill.  I just listened to the House Ways and Means Committee pass the House version of the omnibus energy bill.  Right now the parents of the missing St. Thomas student speak before the Finance Committee because of a quick bill put together by compassionate conservative Marty Siefert.

Let Cygon Be Cygon

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Heading out doors for a little garden work.  Gonna cut the bandages off the fruit trees, remove their wire varmint restraints and put cygon on the iris.  Cygon is one of the very few (2) chemicals I use.  It kills the iris borer, present in these soils and a nasty predator of iris rhizomes.  I also use the occasional herbicide for very problematic plants like quack grass and poison ivy, otherwise integrated pest and plant management is at work here.

Kate’s got strep and a sinus infection.  Plus the neck and back stuff.  Not pleasant.

Taking Part In the Process of Creation

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Friend Bill Schmidt passed these quotation on, sent to him by a friend.  I like the Hawthorne quote a lot because it captures an elusive feeling I often have when walking the grounds.
bloodrootSpring has returned.  The Earth is like a child that knows poems.
Rainer Maria
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I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the process of creation.
It was one of the most bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a row of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Hawthorne captures in the concrete this more abstract idea from Thomas Berry:   “Gardening is an active participation in the deepest mysteries of the universe.”
As I thought about these quotes, this jumped out:  Want to live like they did 10,000 years ago?  Put in a garden. If it was good enough for the neolithic revolution, it’s good enough for me.
We humans did not always tend to our gardens.  We stood up on two legs, dropped off body hair,  ran through savannahs, painted in caves and developed our gracile mind long before we realized seeds and plants went together.
Horticulture precedes agriculture and may again.  Latin hortus garden + cultura cultivation

Agriculture:  Middle English, from Middle French, from Latin agricultura, from ager field + cultura cultivation.

We worked small plots, or gardens, before the advent of fields or large scale cultivation.  I have a book in my library that I’ve not read (ok, I have a lot of books in my library I’ve not read), but this one has the title Human Scale.  Horticulture is human scale cultivation; agriculture is large scale cultivation.

As I’ve thought back over my life, I’ve noticed a common thread in many of the things I’ve done and co-operative efforts to which I’ve given energy:  they are an attempt to wrest human scale decision making authority and human scale work back from impersonal bureaucracies or larger scale political and economic entities.  Horticulture fits. Continue reading Taking Part In the Process of Creation