Friday Open Thread ~ "What are you reading?" edition ~ THE SUN
⬛ An interview with Charles Raison on new treatments for depression
⬛ A short story by Isaac Bashevis Singer
⬛ Essays by Stephanie Austin, Hank Stephenson, and Steve Edwards
⬛ Poems by Kenneth Hart and Molly Bashaw
⬛ A photo essay on “Salt of the Earth”
⬛ Readers Write on “Consequences”
And more . . .
Gloria Baker Feinstein took this month's cover image in Hood River, Oregon, while Feinstein was hiking what locals call the Whoopsie Daisy Trail.
Our February issue is online.
We’ve lifted our paywall. In this time of isolation, we want to share stories about what connects us, the challenges we face, and the moments when we rise to meet them.
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Finally got around to looking at The Sun
Quite impressive. Thanks philly!
"The DSM is like folk wisdom"
right on, that article. I'm still not convinced drugs are the answer but I'm willing to keep trying. SMILE Do or do not, etc..
Windows, Chick Corea
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simulacrum of wanderlust and kummerspeck over on HackerNews.
Edited: forgot to link the image, an unfortunate side-affect. heh
Comfort food from yon Northern Sun. Happy Pizza
Peace and Love
Good morning...
Just reading things on the web this week.
Got my first vaccine yesterday. My arm is a bit sore, but no more than a good workout. Scheduled for the 2nd jab next month. I'm hopeful we'll resume our music sessions sometime in April. Looking forward to seeing more folks in the future.
Hope you are all doing well. We are just missing several up coming ice events. I hate icing with its usual power loss and tree breakage. Looks like another week delay before setting out the spring seedlings....40's most of next week. May be next weekend will be more moderate and a good time to plant.
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
WhoopDee Trail Off of Surveyor's Ridge
Our favorite area to run our rescue, Harry, who turned out to be a sled dog. Directly above our house. This was soon after his arrival. We had a lot to learn about him.
He could spring 25 MPH and we never found out his distance at a steady 15mph. Got a harness and attachment for the mountain bike, which he thought was funny. Mr. Meta, not so much. He loved the cold, and running. He covered many miles in a 20 minute run captured on a collar GPS.
Read Wiki article on Michael Parenti and found the first issue of 'Prevailing Winds' a periodical in PDF format at the bottom. Could not get a link but it is clickable. It's the full magazine with Parenti's essay on the JFK assassination.
Michael Parenti in the bibiliography at the bottom
The whole magazine is a snapshot of what was going on politically in 1996. Pretty scary reading what was thought about then and where we are now. If only...
A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Allegedly Greek, but more possibly fairly modern quote.
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Beautiful dawg
Reminds me the only dawg I gave to another home. Border collie/Australian shepherd and I couldn’t get her attention to disapline her. I let her run off leash in an orchard twice a day and she still tore up my yard and carpet. had a friend who raised cattle and she went to live and work with him. She brought life back to my 2nd beagle and she was pisses when I replaced her with a springer puppy. Wouldn’t look at it for a week...good times.
Which AIPAC/MIC/pharma/bank bought politician are you going to vote for? Don’t be surprised when nothing changes.
Eventually, we realized if he got enough exercise each day
he would eat, drink and curl up on a stair landing or some cubby the rest of the day. We took him swimming in cold glacial melt Hood River. Swam and chased logs for forty-five minutes also some behavior training with 'tug' and 'rope pull' with us. He was a longer piece of work but once he locked in, what a buddy. So, so smart and we were his pack. He knew what to do with puppies, and was super with people in wheel chairs. He slept where we were always. Still miss him. Thanks snoop.
A society grows great when old men plant trees in whose shade they know they shall never sit. Allegedly Greek, but more possibly fairly modern quote.
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Good morning, philly ~~
I went down the rabbit hole in The Sun's "Consequences" section. Wonderful!
Enjoy the day!
"The “jumpers” reminded us that one day we will all face only one choice and that is how we will die, not how we will live." Chris Hedges on 9/11
I did not run it, I tripped it
My uncle ran the Dipsea for years, but I don't think he ever won it. Since I was a freshman at Redwood High, I got kicked out to be a sophomore at Tamalpais High. In between I did summer school, which we spent at Stinson Beach of course. I remember being at the top of Mount Tam for sunrise during the harmonic convergence, but it is so cartoon-like I'm not totally sure. Up there you can see everything, for miles in every direction except west. Out there is the blanket of fog looking like cotton candy. woo
https://www.dipsea.org/
"Top of Suicide"
LOL
2020:
It is scheduled to return June 13th this year. Good luck.
Nice threads phillybluesfan, thank you and Happy Friday.
Peace and Love
Hi eyo
You lived in a beautiful area, even if the school rejected you. Was that rejection a good thing for you in the longer picture of your education? I mean you could have been re-educated in a worse place than Stinson Beach ; ).
Good morning Philly. My reading habits haven't changed at all,
but I think I'll try to dive into yours, specifically the Sun, at some time later today in between and amongst everything else that I'm thinking of doing and the two things tht I know I have to do.
Meanwhile, it is getting more and more difficult to find Baby Ruth candy bars at retail. What's with that?
be well and have a good one
That, in its essence, is fascism--ownership of government by an individual, by a group, or by any other controlling private power. -- Franklin D. Roosevelt --
It's a sekret?
I thought Nestle owned Baby Ruth but it was eaten by an even bigger conglomerate. Hells bells here is what wikipedia says:
Of course the most sekret corporation is the most reputable, of course. Duh.
Is there some magic nutrient in the Baby Ruth bars? (more electorlytes?) I'm afraid to find out what "compound chocolate" means, yet another unamed phobia. Fear of finding out? Fear of enlightenment! Yes master, chop wood carry water eat chocolate covered peanut logs.
Peace and Love
Chop water,
Carry wood.
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It may turn out that
carrying chocolate covered logs
is easier than carrying water
specially without a bucket
Magic ingredient, gooeyness
I imagine, like pharmaceuticals, candy recipes are highly guarded.
I'm having the same problem, EL
Can't find those Baby Ruths in the usual places. Have found 24 bar boxes at Cash & Carry.
YMMV
Neither Russia nor China is our enemy.
Neither Iran nor Venezuela are threatening America.
Cuba is a dead horse, stop beating it.
Ian Toll’s Pacific Crucible
A masterwork of naval history
and a enlightening story
of the results of how
“whom the gods
would destroy,
first they
make
mad”
Rivers are horses - and kayaks are their saddles
Hi River Rover
Coincidently, I was recently given a book to read, written by a friend who lived for 30 years in what was originally the Gilbert and Ellice Islands, and later part of the Kiribati’s, mostly on Tuvalu; which became independent of Britain in 1978. He has an interesting perspective on the history and nature of the place and people, and their experience with the Japanese.
@janis b
Happy cold Saturday jb
I would love to visit these islands
that our history pivoted on
for a few uncertain
years. The
Pacific
war
is
an
epic
story
Rivers are horses - and kayaks are their saddles
Anything I've learned of the history
is from my friend, and I appreciate the little I've learned from his personal perspective.
If you're interested I can ask him if I can send you a link to his writings.
I've been reading Dee Brown's books
Years ago I read his famous 'Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee', then the great story of railroads being built across the Country, 'Hear that Lonesome Whistle blow' and then 'Creek Mary's Blood'.
Lately I looked and he has written a lot of books I didn't know about, almost all non fiction and full of stories within the stories.
In 'Hear the Lonesome Whistle Blow' there's the story of how little towns were temporarily springing up along the route where people working laying track lived,at least until they laid enough track until their town was starting to be too far away from the next day's starting point.
Then the town was disassembled, loaded on flat cars, pulled to a location closer to where the track ended, and the town was put back together at that spot.
What Dee Brown also tells us is that this wasn't all about laying track, gamblers, prostitutes, con artists, and other criminals that lived off hustling the workers also got onboard and went with the town.
At the time one City official coined the phrase "Hell on Wheels".
I discovered another book by Dee Brown that I just finished,'The Gentle Tamers, Women of the Old Wild West' and I think it's a story no one else has told. All the stories of the 'West' have been centered on men and their exploits with women being someone in the background, if they were in the story at all.
A lot of stories of well known women like Elizabeth Custer,Lola Montez,Josephine Meeker, Carry Nation, Calamity Jane, to name just a few, but also lesser know women with amazing stories of their own.
A lot of these women were as tough as the men, and many time more so.
"Typical of the unrestrained frontier women was Pamela Mann of Texas, who first came to public notice by defying Sam Houston and getting away with it. Pamela loaned Sam Houston a team of oxen for use in his Texan Army on the promise they would be returned by a certain time.
When they were not returned, she armed herself with a pair of pistols and a long knife and went after them. She rode up to Houston and declared "General you told me a damn lie. I want my oxen'.
At the time, Houston's cannon were bogged down in a prairie wallow, and the General pointed out he could not move them without her oxen.
"I don't care a damn about for your cannon", Pamela answered, "I want my oxen".
"Madame don't irritate me" Houston replied angrily.
"Irritate the devil. I am going to have my oxen" She drew a pistol, rode up to her oxen, an unhitched them, then drove them off. This is known Texas annals as 'Sam Houston's defeat". (pages 259,259).
There's another story of a woman..."A different variety of female on the loose was Lara D. Fair, who left a trail of dead and live husbands behind her as she made her way about the West."
Pamela Mann
I ain’t gotta any evidence
of blood kinship but
my eighty year
old Texian
mother is
Mrs. Mann’s
reincarnation in full
Rivers are horses - and kayaks are their saddles
(No subject)
Women were first 'liberated' in the West
Their strict roles in society they knew growing up in the East were gone, they finally had power and they used it.
"...In September of 1869 in a small shack in South Pass City, Wyoming Territory, occurred an event that has since been known as "The Esther Morris tea party." This Wyoming tea party had as much significance in the fight for women's rights as the Boston Tea Party had in the American struggle for independence."
Esther's "air of quiet reserve and strong personality, South Pass City (largest City in Wyoming) elected her justice of the peace-the first woman to hold that office anywhere in the world" (p.238)
That's where she started the movement to get women the right to vote and hold office.
"Some of the eastern sporting papers, notably the Police Gazette, and Daily Doings, printed cartoons of Esther Morris J. P.,representing a formidable female who sat with her feet propped on the magistrate's desk, conducting her Court with a cigar between her lips and whittling a heap of shavings with a huge jackknife"
These caricatures "barely amused Mrs Morris but she wasted no time being annoyed by them. She was too busy with such important matters as seeing that laws were passed giving women the right to vote"
It's worth noting that during her term of office the forty cases she tried "not one was appealed, and the more respectable males of the community testified that she conducted her office with greater credit than most men," administering justice with a vigorous and impartial hand" (238,239)