Caution, Under Construction

June 08, 2006 by susan

Please excuse the static nature of this website. We are reconfiguring it to make it more of a conversation and less of a series of sporadic rants and essays.
We'll be under construction for about two weeks, but still occasionally posting as we go.
We look forward to an improved site with a forum for easier exchanges, the addition of photojournalist Linda Cullen's work, and whatever else we can think of to make this baby hum.
And if you have some linen to air, send it along. We'd love to hang it on the line.
Stay tuned, susan

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God-fearing man promotes fear

June 04, 2006 by barbara

by barbara

Just read in the NY Times that folks in Utah tend to stand in solidarity with George W. Bush. They voted him in, and theyre willing to ride his poll numbers with him down to ground zero.

A woman in Provo says this about W: "I like (him) because he is God fearing, and thats how a lot of people in this area feel."

Okey dokey. God fearing. Well, thats where we have yet another parting of the ways.

George Bush and his pals play the Old Testament card over and over again. George has embraced (situationally, anyway) the model of the strict father who knows whats best for us, and if we stray, were toast. Well, apparently someone forgot to tell him he only got half-way through the book. Which in Georges case is not surprising, it being especially difficult to read the Bible upside down.

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We gotta get outta this place

June 02, 2006 by susan

by susan
Okay, time to get outta Dodge. We've been given the perfect deus ex machina by Prime Minister Nuri Kamal al-Maliki, who is understandably ticked off by the latest reports of American troops killing Iraqi civilians at Haditha, and has stated that violence against civilians has become a "daily phenomenon" by American-led troops who "do not respect the Iraqi people."

I admit that I come to this cut-and-run strategy belatedly, being more in the We-Broke-It-We-Fix-It school of thought. But it's now clear even to dreamers like me that we are a huge part of the problem and not the solution. Arguably we always were the problem, but once the disastrous course was set (and we won't cover that old ground here -- but neither will we ever forget) I reluctantly bought into the idea that we couldn't abandon all the Iraqi people whose lives we had upended. I know some capital P patriot is going to yammer at me about how we toppled a ruthless dictator who gassed his own people, and yes we did, but now we're doing a lot of the killing of his own people for him, while he sits in a box being tried for crimes against civilians that are starting to sound sickeningly familiar.

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Where is the Shared Hope of Our Old Memorial Days?

June 02, 2006 by susan

Published on Monday, May 29, 2006 by the Minneapolis Star-Tribune

by Susan Lenfestey

In May I hear drums, or I think I do. The rhythmic rat-a-tat of my neighbor's roof project, the deep thrum of the subwoofers on the low-rider idling ahead of me, the sharp staccato burst of the pileated woodpecker in the newly lush canopy outside my window -- all take me back to the sounds of the Memorial Day of my childhood.
It's conditioning I suppose, part of being, well, a boomer -- the generation that grew up in the patriotic aftermath of World War II, when Memorial Day packed almost as much of a wallop as Christmas.

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June is busting out all over which has absolutely nothing to do with this piece

May 31, 2006 by barbara

by barbara miller

I drove to my favorite coffee shop this afternoon for a caffeine infusion. While I was waiting for it to be assembled, I headed for the loo.

Standing in the dark, I waited for the light to go on. I finally realized I had to flip the switch myself. Then, to flush or not to flush became the question. No lever. Automatic flusher. Peered under the sink faucet for a motion sensor. Then I noticed the knobs. A do-it-yourselfer.

I approached the hand towel dispenser with no small amount of trepidation. High tech. Waved my hands around, trying to trick the little red all-seeing eye. Suddenly had a yard of hand towel, and no matter how many times I told it "no," it kept spitting out more. It was very stressful.

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