Saturday, November 30, 2013

Friday, November 29, 2013

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving!

  • Dale Capewell Cloud cover, high winds, and cold are just weather. It's late fall, soon to be winter. This isn't "climate change".

  • Christina Shamah climate change is a normal event. it is minimally impacted by people. there is so much research behind this, even my liberal psych research teacher did an hr long presentation on the fabricated hype. it's a tired topic.

  • Annielaural LeFaye your world is too small, Tina, take a look at some Pacific Islands where over 1,300,000 people are losing their homes to rising sea levels..and then share that info with your psych research teacher..

  • Christina Shamah it's got little to do with people mother. it's mostly a natural cycle. furthermore your knowledge regarding the interpretation of data and information is basically non existent. you make many judgments regarding politics, the constitution, and science based on your emotions and pop science, neither of which offer any validity in terms of the external world. but i love you. happy thanksgiving.

  • Dale Capewell It's the mighty hand of God.

  • Sarah Shamah Oh how I'm going to miss all this jovial banter this thanksgiving!

  • Dale Capewell But you get the cloud cover, wind, cold, and snow Sarah. Brrr.

  • Christina Shamah you may enjoy taking a class that will teach you how to be critical in the interpretation of information...but step one is to leave feelings out of it. once you become emotional you become bias, loosing your ability to critique anything that has implications research wise. I must say statistics has been one of the most enlightening educational experiences, providing me with another way to view reality.

  • Dale Capewell You're going to be so much fun with a PhD Tina.

  • Annielaural LeFaye Ah, the religion of statistics..and science..explaining why homeopathics don't work...uh huh..

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Think a Kinder Future with Me


Symbolism, Do You or Don't You Consciously Use It?

 Interesting question asked of Bradbury, Heller, Ellison, Kerouac, among others.  See what they say:

http://mentalfloss.com/article/30937/famous-novelists-symbolism-their-work-and-whether-it-was-intentional

Monday, November 25, 2013

Gwendoline Christie

Gwendoline Christie as Brienne Tarth from Game of Thrones

I am mid way through the 4th volume of Game of Thrones.  The story has its positive and negative moments, to be sure. However, Martin has provided readers several complex characters to accompany them on a journey through this blighted kingdom. 

Many of these characters stop in my head for a spot of tea on long drives across my prairie home state, but Christie's depiction of the loyal, angst ridden Brienne Tarth most often is the one who pours.

Just thought I'd like to share this still photograph with you. Her intensity is palpable. And I do love intense characters.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Prairie Characters


On the side of the road a square faced, narrow hipped, scowling fellow leaned on an old wagon his neighbor had set out for the trashman. Beside him sat a round, smiling faced eight year old neighborhood lad.  Standing in front of them was a twelve year old  who lived down the street with his grandmother.  The three were deeply engaged in conversation about enduro racing.  Across the street from them stood a huge eighteen wheeled dump truck used to carry fracking sand to oil rigs in this corner of North Dakota. The behemoth overwhelmed the street.  The huge truck cab, detached, sat ready to rumble down the pot holed street.


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Twain on Imagination

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cindy-lovell/thats-what-he-said-quotin_b_4282800.html#slide=3122763

Many more available on the web page.  Love this irascible bloke!
He must have been an Aries.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Creative Mind -

Thank you, Diane Strock, for your good works.
Her words etch imagery across pages of my favorite literature.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Oh my - So Right On! Join Us!!!


Hand Me Downs


“Hand me downs?  You want me to wear hand me downs?  Don’t you know anything?  Your work shirts may come from The Dakota Ranch Second Hand Store.  I’m ok with that.  Hell, you look good in anything, but me?  Look at me!  Do you really think I’d find sizes to fit me at a second hand store?”

She flounced angrily onto the fouton, kicked off her slip-ons, and wrapped her hands around her knees.  Trying to avoid him, she stared out the bay windows.  The lake was covered in a thin shell of ice.  It would be a long winter before the hatchlings would break out of that pale white cage, she thought.  And me, it’s gonna be a lifetime before I agree to wear hand me downs.  She muttered, “Do you realize a woman who is now dead, a woman who died at 75, belonged to those clothes?”

“Tamara, you’re making a big deal out of nothing.  Becky just handed me the bag and asked if you would like to look through it before she passed it off to the Second Hand store.  I didn’t give it a thought.  The bag’s been sitting in the truck for the last three days. It was so important that I forgot all about it.” . . .

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Seed Savers - Heritage Food


I live on the prairie these days.  Seeds are what life is all about here.  Monsanto rules. 
But not in my tiny corner of the vastness. Here on the farmstead of a dear friend there is a garden, a garden to which I have contributed much.  
Well, not much weed pulling, but lots of planting and harvesting - from among the weeds.
And the plantings have included almost entirely Heritage Seeds.
That means these seeds can and do reproduce.  No killer genes among the lot.
And that makes me feel superior.  
Ego?  
Oh well, you may as deal with it.  My family has to on a regular basis.
And my family also enjoys the flavor of 
crisp zucchini, seeded cucumbers, tiny deep green broccoli
 spears, heritage red tomatoes, peas, peas, peas, and lovely beans.
Year after year after year.
Won't you join us?
Web addy at the top :)

Friday, November 15, 2013

In Love - Boundary Country


Is there something here that I enjoy?  Yes, of course; the sunrise is stunning most mornings.  As the golden orb sneaks from beneath the eastern cloud bank lightening the sky with oranges, pinks, and all shades in between, the fir trees turn green with the light. The shadow on their branches give way to brilliant greens alive in the morning breeze. 

One knows when daylight arrives not only because of the color of the skies but because the limbs of fir trees begin to dance to the rhythm of the westerly breezes arriving with the sun.  Some days it is a sweet minuet and other times a more raucous square dance in which one hopes the tall slender trunks will hold to the soil beneath them.

Morning is not the only joy.  Late afternoon often brings a stunning view of high-lighted golden wheat fields. The shimmer meets the late blue of the cloud-riven skies in the east. 

Darkness descends slowly at this time of year.  One has an opportunity to meditate on light throughout the afternoons on the autumnal prairie.  Sometimes the scene is a giant jig-saw puzzle with light and various shades of darkness playing hide and seek across harvested fields, through fir trees, around the slough. 

Light creates magic on this cold, sometimes mysterious and 
sometimes incredible, never flat, always changing pattern of landforms known as central North America.  


Thursday, November 14, 2013

Passion - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer

 When I write, this is the feeling that trumps all other considerations.  Passion turns conflict into possibilities, makes complex plot twists and turns clear, offers readers an opportunity to move into a scene..Thanks Wayne Dryer..You've explained why.
"passion, I’m not referring to the romantic notions that this concept conjures. Instead, I’m equating it to a vigorous kind of enthusiasm that you feel deep within you and that isn’t easy to explain or define. This kind of passion propels you in a direction that seems motivated by a force beyond your control. It’s the inner excitement of being on the right path, doing what feels good to you, and what you know you were meant to do.

It’s my contention that the mere presence of passion within you is all you need to fulfill your dreams."

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Oh Darn! I'm Co-Dependent.......

Please keep in mind that I own far more books than I ought.  And, I have 90 doses of Boiron Oscilliccoconum on the pantry shelf. My bathroom cupboard is overflowing with toilet paper rolls. I still own enough clothes to cover a family of six for ten years stored away in boxes that haven't been opened in five years.  I believe that legally anything unused for five years is defined as junk...at least in North Dakota. 

I'm an American.  My chief responsibility is to support market capitalism.  I do my best!

Which suggests that I'm also co-dependent with those rich nicks who store money away in every nook and cranny of the globe where the IRS can't find it. Damn, time for me to follow the directions of my shrink and stop this nonsense.  I may as well do my New Year's Resolution today.  No more buying from those who already have too much. 

Friday, November 08, 2013

Ray Bradbury on Writing

So, time to get back to work...See ya laters!!

Wednesday, November 06, 2013

Tuesday, November 05, 2013

A Leap of Faith

Isn't it so?  
I apologize for not having a link to offer.  
The jpg came from Facebook. No credits were given.
Still, the image is thrilling.

Coot's Catastrophe - A Second Look

Sunday morning: glorious sunshine filters through ever present fluffy whites as we toddle along the two lane to North Gate Church, an abandoned white clapboard whose stunning cross tops a slender tower, which casst a shadow over the border to Canada.  Yes, we were that close, only feet from the international border dividing Canada and North Dakota.  The small community, home to the oat grain elevators along the rail road tracks owned by Kelloggs, is now a ghost town.  Not quite: three families still live on lands visited on frequent summer evenings by coyotes and fox.  Dogs no longer live in town and the church is unattended, unbishoped most of the  year.  Twice yearly, once in June and once again in late September, the Lutherans from all round the countryside bring their picnic lunches, their children, their grandmothers and fathers  to a mid-morning service complete with organ music, a choir, and a properly attired minister. All of these folks attend in an attempt to delay the ghost of prairie winters from destroying the now mostly unvisited house of God.

Monday, November 04, 2013

Sunday, November 03, 2013

Strong women

May they manifest strength of conviction, of compassion, of leadership, of integrity. May they lead with wisdom and wit. May they inspire by example

Saturday, November 02, 2013

Writers Live Twice

Just a reminder that a good deal of what we write ( 99.9%) comes from our perceptions of the world in which we live.  Of course, that includes the world in which we live while we read and listen to other folk's stories.

I am in the closing pages of Martin's Game of Thrones, Book Three and am utterly convinced that the curmudgeon who wrote these words really did live through the governments on the planet Earth for the last fifty years. It is also clear that he has lived through a reading of pre 20th Century history as well. I love what I am reading. I am not only moved but also motivated by Martin's talent as a story teller.  Who is your fav of late?