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Wednesday, November 28, 2012

H.H. The Dalai Lama: "So I Got THAT Goin' For Me!"



10-11-12
H.H. The Dalai Lama 
nTelos Wireless Pavilion
Charlottesville, Virginia

On October 11th of this year I was lucky enough to be able to witness His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama speak in Charlottesville, Virginia.  This was a significant trip for me, some 5 hours away, but it was incredibly worth it and was one of the greatest experiences of my life, one of the few that I consider “Bucket List Epic”.  It was a wonderful day and an amazing honor to be in the presence of a man who could be considered a true holy man of our time.  I was asked by a friend to accompany him on this journey, and I am very grateful that I was.  Our day of travel became a wonderful experience as well as a spiritual pilgrimage road trip, of sorts. 
Signage for the Dalai Lama on the Downtown Mall

In case you are unaware, the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso, is the spiritual and political leader to the Tibetan people.  He is the head monk of the Gelugpa lineage of Tibetan Buddhism.  He is a simple monk whom many believe to be the reincarnation of the Buddha himself.  The Dalai Lama, however, claims to be nothing more than another human like you or I.  This is, however, untrue, because he is quite a remarkable human being even if he isn’t the reincarnation of the founder of Buddhism.  He was chosen to be the Dalai Lama at the age of 4 and now at the age of 77, has been living in exile in India since the age of 15 after Tibet was seized by China in 1951.  I have always found the Dalai Lama to be an incredibly fascinating man.  I’ve obviously been intrigued by him because of my interest in Buddhism, but regardless of his religious views; he is filled with wisdom for living a compassionate life based on kindness and tolerance.  Seeing him speak was a remarkable event in my life. 

Crossing into nTelos Wireless Pavilion Land
After arriving in Charlottesville and finding a space on the top level of the parking garage we made our way to the Downtown Mall.  This area of Charlottesville is very amazing.  It’s a gorgeous street without vehicle traffic that is lined by shops, restaurants and museums.  There are huge trees going down the center of the street, which are apparently rather old, I would guess some of them to be 75 to 100 years in age.    There was only one gate into the pavilion so there was quite a long line leading up to the entrance.  The Dalai Lama is guarded by the Secret Service while in the States so we were given the ol’ wand swipe and pocket search on our way in.  We made a pilgrimage walk of sorts from the car through this beautiful downtown area to the nTelos Wireless Pavilion where we would see the man some deem to be a prophet, a holy man, and a great political and spiritual leader.  The Dalai Lama means something different to everyone, but regardless of religious background, to most who know of him, he brings forth the idea of compassion.  His newest book Beyond Religion:  Ethics for a Whole World was on sale and we both purchased a copy, as it was the focus of the Lama’s speech on this day.

Post speaking, under the Pavilion, we were seated to the right in the white chairs.
Our view, although obscured by the heads of those in front of us, was actually not that bad considering the seats were considered to have an "obstructed view".  Our seats were relatively close and it was exciting to think we were in such close proximity to His Holiness, even if he is just a man.  After getting seated we enjoyed the cultural performances that were presented to us before the DL’s arrival.  There was some interesting Native American dancing being done in different styles by women and then came a chief with some “wonderful plumage” who would later present the Dalai Lama with a handmade necklace.  At the end of the performance all of the dancers joined each other on stage to move in their own style in a dance that they dedicated to all Mothers and others, including all those Native American warriors that had fallen. 
The Wall on the Mall, filled with messages in chalk.

After this there was a performance by a Tibetan folk artist living in exile named Techung.  I really enjoyed this part of the event.  Techung used different Tibetan instruments; he started out with a song on a flute and then performed another on an instrument that is a Tibetan fiddle of sorts.  He positioned this on his leg as he used a bow to play it.  It was beautiful.  Techung announced that one song was arranged using the poetry of a woman on house arrest.  I wish that I could have understood her words as they were sung, although one phrase was repeated in English, “on the road again.”  I found it quite enjoyable. 

And now the moment we’ve all been waiting for.  The woman moderator announced H.H. the Dalai Lama!  This was quite thrilling; I had a smile fixed for quite a few rounds of standing ovations and my eyes welled up with a light film of tears in excitement as I saw him before me in his traditional monk garb and greatness.  The man who I had accompanied had been trying to see the Dalai Lama speak for years at this point in his life.  His face was adorned with a grand grin of happiness as he stood clapping beside me with his eyes fixed.  It was a life goal for him that he fulfilled on that day.  Bucket list epic.

After being announced and seated, the Dalai Lama was presented with a performance from a group of third generation American Tibetan children.  He was then presented a handmade necklace by the Native American dancer with the beautiful plumage.  The necklace had an Om symbol on it, and the Lama laughed and joked, pointing out how it was a Hindu symbol even, and not Buddhist.  He wore the gift around his neck the rest of the time proudly. 
"Practice Thinking!"

 It wasn’t surprising that the Dalai Lama’s speech was centered on compassion, as this is his newest book’s main message as well as his most fundamental message as a spiritual icon; when we think of the Dalai Lama we think of compassion.  One of the first things I remember him saying was him addressing us as “brothers and sisters” and saying how he believes it is important to view everyone as such, stating that we are all the same.  A notable message in his speech was that of motherly love.  He said that a strong bond and sense of love from the mother creates a strong and loving person, and if there was a rift or problem in that relationship there was fear in the heart of the individual.  He spoke of trust and how it is the most important factor in any relationship.  He said once that trust is broken it is very hard to attain again.
We left our marks on the wall.

His Holiness also spoke of morals and ethics and how these things should be upheld in humanity regardless of ones religious beliefs.  All religions, he said, are focused on the similar key concepts of compassion, love and tolerance.  He spoke of religious tolerance and his view of secularism as well as his belief that morals and ethics “beyond religion” should be taught in schools. This comment got a roaring applause of agreement from the audience.  The concepts he mentioned and his delivery were momentous and it was interesting how it takes the words of such a wise man to point out the obvious to society.  It seems that his teachings chime with something deep inside of every human, they speak to a common thread we all share.  That’s the point of being wise, I suppose.  You see what others can’t see, or simply don’t see.  Again, it’s all about perspective.  It is hard to believe that all people don’t believe these teachings or feel them in their being.  In our hearts, I believe that we do.  This is what the Dalai Lama reminds us of, this is what his iconography stands for.  He is an immense outward symbol of our brotherly and sisterly love.  He is the physical manifestation of our collective human heart.  He is a true holy man. 

- MS


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The Dalai Lama in Charlottesville, Virginia, October 11, 2012

Caddyshack ("So I got THAT goin' for me!")

Monday, July 2, 2012

Clutch @ The Chameleon Club: April 11, 2012


CLUTCH
(w/ Kingsnake, MonstrO and Kyng)
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The Chameleon Club
223 N. Water Street
Lancaster, Pennsylvania

The Chameleon Club, Lancaster, PA

I saw Clutch for the first time this year.  It was on a Wednesday; an overnighter outtatowner.  Clutch is a band notorious for playing small shows at clubs and once again, I was to grow even fonder of the intimate atmosphere of the small venue.  While they had a strict no camera rule, they put on one hell of a show and sounded amazing.  They catered to the masses, and the masses were a motley crew of variety you wouldn’t believe.  The show was intimate, heated, and rockin’; the jovial moshpit almost sucked me in like a twister.

I came with my ex-boyfriend J and my sister’s ex-boyfriend H.  I had joked that it was “The Night of the Exes” at one point.  I made the drive to Lancaster down with J, and we met up with H when we got there.  We are all good friends.  H brought a friend, who actually is the one we have to thank for this ordeal, as he was the one who contacted H about the show, who then contacted me, who then told J he was going with me.  Yadda yadda.  Background.  Understand?  It was me and three guys in company at the show.

"Take only what you need to survive!"
It was a chilly day and we had arrived early.  We killed some time talking in the parking garage, located just across the street from The Chameleon Club.  We had checked out the line outside, and it wasn’t going anywhere until the doors opened, so why bother.  After the doors opened we waited like cattle in a spiral through the bottom level of the place until passing through doors finally that led to another line where we waited to get frisked and searched and that whole deal.  They weren’t even letting people take medications in.  This club was serious.  Meanwhile, we were being told repeatedly by loud employees that there is a no video/camera policy that came from Clutch themselves.  If we were seen even holding our phone up, we were going to be kicked out.  Geez.  Okay, okay.  I came to watch the show anyway, not record it.  It still made you nervous to even have your phone out texting or whatnot. 

We finally make it through the lines and searches and climb the stairs into the club.  The main room of the place has a bar, an open floor, and a stage.  All you need.  In the far back beyond the bar there is an area where merchandise was being sold.  The bar sits in the back area of the room.  There is an open floor area maybe 30 or 40 feet squared; not incredibly large.  The place is small and really nice.  There is another level above with another bar, bathrooms and a balcony that extends out alongside the stage area.  The underage kids were all crammed into the far end of the balcony on this level.  Poor bastards, their little noses bleeding down on us, had the best view in the place. 

The crowd was made of a great mix of people.  A trip to the women’s room revealed a lot about the diversity of the fans.  I had met a woman that had seen them 20 plus times!!  And I was a Clutch Virgin!  This was a special night.  People of all ages; I talked to a woman about Stevie Nicks that had seen her back in 1970-something.  I talked to a younger girl that was going to see Taylor Swift later that month.  Someone in the restroom also reported that one of the opening acts was supposedly a Pantera side project?  Whether this was true or not remains to be known.  I also found out that the bathrooms downstairs are way better than the ones on the level above.  It’s amazing the things one can find out by taking a pee. 

There were three acts on before Clutch took the stage.  The first one I remember distinctly was called Kingsnake.  I know this because it took me awhile to “track” their name down.  They sounded almost like a Clutch cover band, very bluesy and obviously Clutch influenced, and even the lead singer sported a good beard and a powerful voice.  I marveled at how much he got into his performance, eyes closed at most times, not looking at the crowd at all, but rather seemingly in his own place.  He mentioned the name of the band at least three times, neither time did we catch what he was saying.  “Kickstand!” someone declared.  I kept saying, “No, no, it has a “pink” sound…Pink something?”  We were all kinds of confused.  The lead singer from Kingsnake even came through the crowd and I shook his hand and spoke to him as he came through.  I asked hi the name of their band and it was one of those can’t possibly ask them to repeat it again, just smile and nod, things.  He repeated it 3 times and I couldn’t catch it.  Too loud.  Was that a pink sound?  Still confused.  The three guys I had gone with were jumping in and out of the modest mosh pit that had started forming in the center of the room.  The atmosphere was very positive and everyone seemed to be looking out and enjoying themselves. 

The second act was called MonstrO. “The voice doesn’t match the beard,” I remember saying.  The bassist singer had a George Harrison-esque face bush kicking.  The guitarist had a long head of dreadlocks that he was throwing about throughout the show.  Again, his voice didn’t quite fit the looks, but overall it was a good sound.  Their voices were on the higher side of rock or metal, I suppose.  The third band was called Kyng and they were decent.  I honestly don’t remember too much other than some really decent guitar from these guys, being I was getting a good buzz on at this point and getting impatient to see Clutch.   I did end up buying their CD for ten bucks before we left.

So far the atmosphere had been jovial and the humble pit had been pleasant.  My ex-boyfriend kept checking back with me.  In responding physiologically to the music, his body movements eventually became too aggressive to be in our area, so he moved into the pit.  I took ground next to a girl and her boyfriend, in front of the “Wall of Timid Men” as I called them.  The pit was on the right of me.  I spent a good amount of the time pushing guys back and standing my ground.  Everything was pretty low key throughout the opening acts.  J and I were standing there as Clutch first took the stage, and it was ironic, almost immediately a man was down directly in front of us.  A couple of people, as I said they were jovial, rushed to help him up and he began screaming in pain.  We just backed up and let them get him up and out.  Apparently his leg was buggered up.  What are the odds?  Poor guy.   During the very first seconds of Clutch too! 

Clutch was a very intense show.  Neil Fallon had a maddened/deranged almost Charles Manson-like stare most of the performance.  He seemed very into the show while somewhat detached at the same time.  Who knows, maybe he was high.  You could tell that they were aged definitely at this point, but man could they still rock.  The drummer was cracking us up, he was so aggressive and into it and casually middle aged looking about it.  I do remember their version of Space Grass was a little quicker than normal, but the audience still got majorly into the song.  The pit got incredibly excited during this one, and I was not able to keep from jumping and stomping and finger point sing shouting myself, in front of the Wall of Timid Men. 

The Wall of Timid Men, as I was calling them, was a line of taller and/or bigger sized gentlemen that were choosing not to participate in the moshpit and rather annoyed by it.  They had positioned themselves behind a body of bopping girls.  They probably had the smartest position in the club.  They had a good view, and they got to hold us up when we were pushed back into them by the moshing men.  The WOTM was actually very helpful when this would happen and I am very thankful they were there to help me from getting knocked backwards and falling over a couple of times.

SETLIST
1. Immortal
2. Child of the City
Blast Tyrant on vinyl!
Moapmakers
4. Burning Beard
5.  House That Peterbilt
6.  Mob Goes Wild
7.  Profits of Doom
8.  Spleen.Merchant
9.  Escape From the Prison Planet
10. Spacegrass
11.  Crucial
12.  Animal Farm
13.  Texan Book of the Dead
14.  King of Arizona
15.  Electric Worry/One Eyed Dollar
Encore
16.  I Have the Body of John Wilkes Booth
17.  The Elephant Riders

They played a good amount of what you would want to hear, although like any band with a decent catalog, you can only fit so much into a show.  It was interesting to hear the current songs they have been working on recently.  It’s so hard to try to remember the setlist of a show and drink and bop at the same time.  I made a list in my Moleskin after the concert, but could only remember what I could remember.  For an excellent review of the show, check out the blog Root Down in the Shadow's review of the concert. 

Overall, this was one of the best rock concerts I have been to.  Mainly, I suppose, because I really love the groovy sounds of Clutch and it was so great to experience that in such an intimate setting so close to the band.  I scored a copy of Blast Tyrant's re-release on vinyl.   I love vinyl and I love Clutch!  It’s great to dance around to and get pumped up.  I have been in a big Clutch kick this year, and I listened to them with my daughter a ton.  We would rock out to Tight Light That, but her favorite song is Animal Farm.  When they played it, I got so excited and the first thing I thought of was my baby girl!!  Seems an odd band for a toddler, but the girl knows how to rock, and has excellent taste in music, I might add.

Me To You,
Missie Sue


Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Hoots & Hellmouth: February 4th, 2012


Hoots & Hellmouth
February 4th, 2012
Elk Creek Cafe +Aleworks
Millheim, Pennsylvania

I only wished I had written of this experience while it was fresher in my memory.  This was the first concert of this year that I went to, taking place on February 4.  It was one of the best and most intimate concert experiences I have ever had.  I know that H&HM aren’t exactly a huge act that would draw an insanely large crowd, but I do believe that is why it was one of the best concert experiences of my life and I have come to really appreciate the small, intimate venue for concerts.    

For starters, the Elk Creek Café +Aleworks is a restaurant and ale house.  It is maybe 75 feet by 200 feet, and that is going by my horridly poor guestimated calculations.  It is essentially a restaurant, with a chimney in its center and a stage on the wall opposite the bar.  It is a very nicely lit and maintained establishment.  There was a logo for the cafe on the wall behind the stage.  The Alehouse is what it sounds like; it is a small microbrewery and restaurant.  We had the privilege of ordering and enjoying a wonderful meal prior to watching the show!

We ordered our meals and pitchers of ale and started the evening off.  I believe I had the bacon cheeseburger, if I remember correctly.  I think that a burger is a good menu item to try out at a new place to see how the food will be.  Though somewhat pricey for what we got, the food was definitely enjoyable.  The people I was with ordered a dozen wings, which they let me sample a few of as well as pitchers of ale for the evening.  The wings were some of the biggest I have ever eaten.  What I do remember the best is the delicious sauce that came with my burger.  I don’t know what it was for exactly, so I smeared some on my burger and proceeded to dip folded fries into it.  After a good full belly I started on some ale, which was a brown ale something or other that was on special in pitchers for the night.  The bar is also a microbrewery and they make all of their own beer.  The beer was quite delicious and I enjoyed a few foaming glasses throughout the evening.  On with the show!

The acoustics in this place were amazing.  The sound booth and man were right in front of our table so I watched intently as he and the guys messed with it earlier in the evening to get it just so.  I should mention that the place was so small, the band was hanging out the entire night at a table in the far corner to the right of the stage, which was probably about 20 to 30 feet away.  Pretty amazing.  Just wolfing down my burger checking out some musicians I find quite amazing.  A definite moment for the books (or blog)!  I wasn’t sure what to expect when the show started.  I had two of H&HM’s albums at the time and rather enjoyed both of them, though I had never seen them live.  I did not have their new album, Salt, which was only released a month or two prior to the concert.  Let the show begin.

So the room quiets down a bit and the lighting changes and they finally start into their very first song, which is Roll, Brandywine, Roll, followed by The Good I Know You Know.  These were the two songs that my best good pal I had accompanied to the show had wished to hear above all!  Score!   I think I had my phone up and was recording throughout this.  Before they got into the next song after their opening, Rob (mandolin/etc) made a joke about making history here tonight and being sure to upload to your Facebook, commenting on the video taking that was going on around them in a positive way.  How delightful!  These are the only songs I remember a specific order for.  I do remember hearing Forks and Knives, and some others off of their first albums, but then the latter part of the performance seemed devoted mostly to their new album Salt.  I swear it almost seems as if they played the album in its entirety, and who knows, they may have.  I had heard their concerts described as “revivals” and as the night progressed I was soon to learn just what this meant. 

Dancers swarmed the stage, stomping in a line right in front of the boys.  During the intro of The Ache, I remember the sound of the bass completely filling the room, thick like smoke, and when he dragged the bow across those strings I swear that I felt it in the gray matter of my brain!  As the band moved through their sets, it was more and more evident what was meant by revival.  Slowly more and more people would migrate to the front of the room to stand before them and stomp, clap, dance, sway, or any combination of the aforementioned movements.  People were getting right up in front of them and taking pictures and video with their phones and cameras.  Meanwhile, they performed perfectly, like they were a framed piece of art or a living tourist attraction. 

During the break, I perused the items they had for sale on the back table they were sitting at earlier.  Among the items was the book Seeds of Discent by Nic Esposito, concerning self sustainable agriculture, as they were there having played the PASA convention that they frequent every year.  I was told the owner of the Aleworks was the man who started PASA.  I chitchatted with the guy they had selling the stuff for awhile, discussing the book and other things.  He gave me a business card with the books name, etc, on it so I could check into it later on.  Eventually the band came around and my friends and I were able to speak one on one with them.  I ended up purchasing two vinyl records while there, The Holy Open Secret and a copy of their new album Salt.  I was able to take the copy of THOS around to each of the band members and have them sign it.  They doodled on it, as the drummer, who I started with, told me they did if people didn’t mind.  Mind?  Yeah, I will “mind” big time if you doodle on a copy of your vinyl sleeve in front of me with a Sharpie while we chit chat like we’re pals.  This was epic. 

I remember high-fiving Mike Reilly, the drummer, who was very chill and layed back.  Rob Berliner (mandonlin/piano/banjo/organ/vocals) was actually the one who checked me out with his super technical phone swiping “device”,which we had problems with.  He said I would have to wait and apologized.  “Ohh no!!” Whatever will I do.  I guess just stand here and talk to you some more.  I believe he told me I had a nice name and we discussed where I hailed from.  He was a nice guy.  Todd “Bud” Erk, the bassist, was one of the shyest guys I have met and it was incredibly awkward getting his signature on the album.  He sort of stayed on the stage and wasn’t talking to folks as much, but I got him! 

This left only Mr. Sean Hoots. His glasses, beard, hair combo were drawing me in.  He had a presence that I had been marveling over the entire evening, that I couldn’t even explain if I tried.  He was great in person.  Up close and personal, his style of playing was a glorious thing to witness!  The way he passionately attacked the strings of the guitar and channeled Jesus on stage!  I had to tell him!  “…you have one of the most powerful stage presences that I have ever seen…”, there I was, kissing ass to underrated musicians.  “Aw, shucks.  Thank you.” he said to me.  I got Sean Hoots to say shucks?  What an honestly awesome guy!  Seriously. 

Their second set was even more stomptastic than the first.  Feet were flying and people were bouncing; you couldn’t NOT move to this music!  The sheer power that I felt in the room during each rise and fall during Why Would You Not Want To Go There? changed my life!  The song has a maddening pace combined with swaying lyrics, and an excellent use of absences.  Being such a closeup observer of the strumming pattern of Sean Hoots and his channeling performance was moving to say the absolute least and I ended up being obsessed with this song for a few months afterward. The wall of energy in front of them at that moment was phenomenal.  Everybody in the entire room was feeling and contributing to that song.  "That just comes right back to you!" Sean had told me, when I was commenting on the "wall of energy" to him.  It was a revival, alright.

Every time that I listen to Being Borned Again, the last song on the Salt album, I am transported back to that night and I can remember the entire crowd/room being instructed toward stomping and clapping in perfect time and unison to the beat of the tune in that dimly and perfectly lit room.  Blue tinted lights illuminated the band, and I heard one of the best songs for the first time in my life and immediately fell in love with it.  Muscle memory will always connect that song for me to that stomp clap pattern and that room where the whole crowd was revealed to be one energetic organism moving together. 

I had one of the most intimate musical experiences of my life seeing Hoots and Hellmouth at the Elk Creek Cafe and Aleworks and I look very forward to seeing them perform again! 



Friday, November 11, 2011

November Blog #11: " World Peace, the Preservation of Life, and a Concert"


November 11, 2011 Prompt:  It’s 11/11/11, make 3 wishes! 

Wow!  A genie all for me!  This would be the craziest thing to ever happen, so I have never actually thought about what “wishes” I would make.  Of course, this is always a hypothetical, because let’s face it, no one gets 3 wishes!  Lol!

1.)        I hate to sound like a beauty pageant contestant, but who wouldn’t want to wish for world peace?  It would encompass so many things, wouldn’t it?  Maybe I mean mostly more of a balance in the world.  It would help me, it would help you, and it would help our brothers and sisters…  Maybe I would wish for a form of world government that harmoniously worked for every nation, let us all express our differences openly, but held us all together in the same cause (life).  Maybe a little too hippie dippie but hey, it’s my wish!  A Utopian world, sort of like Atlantis.  Not so cheesy perfect it’s unheard of, pure fantasy like and could never happen, but a system that meets everyone’s needs liberally and flows naturally.  There would be a smooth system for working with any catastrophes or situations or criminal activity that would arise.  Everyone would be playing their role in the machine.  A well oiled machine of peaceful living on Earth.
2.)      Well, if I had wish #1…what would I need then?  Theoretically, I wouldn’t be wanting for as much, so these wishes would be more materialistic, right? Or personal. Because technically, world peace would help end hunger and decrease the size of the gap in the classes, etc.  I think, then, I would wish for the power of resurrection.  (Not a “I want to resurrect everyone I love that is dead” or “I want to make no one ever die again” wish.  In a Utopian society, we may have eradicated a lot of disease and death from the world, but death is still an inevitable part of life, although the life expectancy I’m sure will be a lot higher ;P)  In all half serious seriousness, though, with my second wish…I want to resurrect the Forever 27!  I would like to bring back my buddy that died at 27 and the rest of the Forever 27 Club!…in this Utopia I have just wished us into.  Because there would be a lot of drink and a lot of song in said Utopia…and it would be a much better place with this friend indeed as well as all of the other musicians, etc.  The power of resurrection would also resurrect all of the other members of the Forever 27 Club.  So Utopia would then be filled with the sounds of (again) Robert Johnson, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Mama Cass, Kurt Cobain, to name a few.  We would be entertained by Belushi and Farley.  I’m sure you can add to this list, but they’ll all be there.   It just seems like a crazy age that grabs so many people; it’s like the Bermuda triangle of years.  I would do this one mass resurrection, but I hope that it wouldn’t upset the balance or anything. But think of the horrorshow concert and time we could have.  Utopia Stock.  Lol!
3.)      If everything is going my way, I don’t know what more I would want.  Everything at this point should be going well for the world.  We should have a good balance of good and bad.  I could wish for “Lucid Living”.  The power of creation…but we already have that, don’t we?  I could wish now for a happy and long life for us.  Not a “perfect” life but a happy balance of Yin and Yang for our Utopia…for the world.  I think I would wish for life to continue on.  For it to never end.  For “Life”…whatever it really is…to continue going well after we are done representing it.  Long after this world is gone and we are dead…I wish for life, in the form of something, to still be out there, for the game to continue.  To see how long these particles can go.  To see if there is an end. 


I guess that’s kind of a lame list of wishes.  I don’t know what I would wish for honestly.  What are the typical answers?  $1,000,000!  A bottomless bank account/credit card!  A mansion!  Breast augmentation!  A nose job.  Hmm…well, a big ass house would be pretty sweet.  Maybe I really should have wished for a bigger house?  Now I just got this world peace shit and a tiny home and a long happy life with family and friends.  Damn it.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

November Blog #9: "The Local Yokel's Animal Farm"


I recently read The Locavore Way by Amy Cotler.  It was a really good book and was very informative.  I checked it out from my local library, but I could see where it would be more useful to just own a copy or download it on your kindle or nook or other reader.  It is full of a lot of good information that would be useful to have on hand. 

The book talks of striving to be a “locavore”, that is someone who seeks to consume only or mostly local food.  Cotler talks about the pros of local eating for the economy as well as the environment. 
Cotler also discusses buying clubs for meat and dairy, which are groups of people that get together with a farmer and purchase meat.  She talks about the importance of grass-fed as apposed to corn-fed.  We want our meat to be sustainably raised with no hormones or antibiotics.  Chickens and cows should be free to roam and cattle should be fed grass.  She points out this fact, which is also mentioned in the movie Food Inc. (SIDENOTE:  Such an excellent film shedding a flood light on the food industry and the horrors of processed meats and food.  If you have the chance, you should absolutely watch it.)
This fact is pretty disgusting and shocking.  In a nutshell:

Cows basically are not designed to eat corn; they are designed to eat grass.  Cow farmers feed them corn to plump them up and inject them full of chemicals and the corn in the cows stomach actually creates the e. coli that they crap out that ultimately at times gets washed down the farm when it rains and runs right into your spinach! 

I think this is pretty insane if you think about it.  There is no reason for them to feed cows like this or treat them this way and it is appalling.  It only serves to plump their fat wallets and sell you their crap food.  Remember, you are voting when you buy!  Use your voice wisely.  If you don't agree with their practices, try your best to boycott what you can and go local and/or organic.  If you support local agriculture, you save animals from slaughter houses that don’t take the animals into consideration and you in turn support local farms where animals are allowed to freely roam and interact with other animals and nature. 

One of the interesting things is where the author talks about the differences between organic and local food and which she believes is better.  Cotler believes that it is better to go local, because most local things are actually organic, many of the farms, however, can simply not afford to become certified organic, and therefore are cheaper anyway.  And going local also supports your local economy and someone's local farm.

One of the main reasons for being a locavore, though, is because of the huge cost of transporting all of the food across the globe.  Tons of gallons of fuel are burnt up shipping different foods across the country when you could easily buy the same produce locally!  Locally grown food is grown for taste, not quickly for yield and shelf life like produce that is shipped.  You are more likely to find heirloom varieties of a lot of vegetables that you haven’t tried.   

The book is full of a lot of good information and really encourages you to above all “ask”, which seems so simple, but we sometimes forget that this is really a big power we have. 
Ask where your food comes from.  Seek out farmer’s markets and other local stands.  Ask your grocery stores where they purchase their produce and encourage them to carry more local brands.  She also talks of CSA, which is Community Sustained Agriculture.  A CSA sounds really awesome.  It is kind of like a buying club for meat, only it usually lasts for a certain number of weeks or something and every week you get a package of produce and other things that are in season at the time.   It is usually fresh picked vegetables and fruit and some farms even include milk and cheeses.  Different areas have different seasons for their CSA’s and prices for shares, so you would have to locate a CSA farm near you. 

Cotler also fills the book with many recipes and cooking tips for farm fresh vegetables and fruits.  She covers some aspects of canning, freezing, and drying produce and emphasizes cooking food to prolong its shelf life. 

The book is a really good read and I suggest reading it.  The resource section alone is amazingly useful and a good way to locate a lot of different resources for attempting to reduce your carbon footprint, support your local economy, and eat healthier in the process!  Check it out! 

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Earth Day 2011: "Mind Your Mother!"


As you may know, Earth Day was yesterday, April 22, 2011.  I spent the majority of the day working on projects around the house and got a good amount of things done.  It was a good Friday.  It was also Good Friday.   I also took it upon myself to inundate the FaceBooks with posts and videos about the Earth/Earth Day/Recycling/Littering.  My mother later in the day posted the comment: 
‘Missie, you have single-handedly provided enough Earth-saving info today to "save the Earth" with just your words - if only everybody would listen and just do it!! You go girl!!’
To which I responded:
 ‘Thanks, Mom! If ONE PERSON listens and joins in...it's worth it to me! ;)’

And this is so true.  It made me decide to post this blog about it.  Because…why not?  I don’t expect everyone to take the time to look at all of my comments/posts/blogs about anything in general, let alone when they are swamped with a bunch of links and info on recycling and environmental awareness.  But, we are all in this together!  It is OUR world!  We all can do our part!  Every little thing counts.  All of the cliché sayings are true!  If I can turn on ONE PERSON to recycling or just being aware that they have a carbon footprint---it is worth it.  If someone sees something I post and later they take the time to give it a second thought when they are tossing some garbage out of their car window because of a silly video I posted about littering?  Yeah, that is worth it to me.

Check out this video from Greenpeace!  Are your hands helping or hurting?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ep9MFiWXR8M&feature=related

I am personally an avid recycler; our household recycles and composts most of what we are able.  We are not the perfect zero waste home by any means, but we try to do what we can and are always looking for new ways to be greener.  We want our hands to help more than they hurt and to at least be aware of and try to control the carbon footprint we are leaving.  For our wedding, for example, I reused old green, brown, and clear (painted blue) glass bottles for centerpieces to hold wild flowers.  We used 100% compostable Chinet plates.  The invitations and favor boxes were all made out of 100% recycled paper.  I used natural twine and hemp for a lot of decorations/favors.  Every little bit counts!  It was a very “themed” yet different wedding, but it was a wonderful day that still made a point. 


"Each person influences the next; you have more pull than you think."

REMEMBER:  All newspaper, scrap paper, and cardboard can be recycled at most community drop offs/recycling centers.  All clear glass, tin, and aluminum are generally accepted at most drop offs as well.  #1 and #2 plastics can be recycled at select drop offs.  Check in your local area!  Some communities have curb side pick up for recyclables for a small fee.  Some places offer recycling along with their garbage service.  We don’t have this in our area, but I think even a small fee would be worth it, as our sorting and dropping off can be somewhat of a chore.  We usually only drop off every so often and have large garbage cans we fill with separated recyclables behind our shed.  I think that opting for pick up would be helpful if you have limited space.  Start to recycle what you can from your trash, ESPECIALLY PLASTIC, and you will be AMAZED at how it cuts back your trash output.  Now think of it in the grand scheme of things.  Logically we can assume that same percentage or ratio of the whole world’s trash sent to landfills could be decreased as well!  Experiment.  Try it.   If you burn your garbage, this helps cut back immensely on what ends up in your barrel/on your pile.  If you have garbage pick up, you will be sending way less to the land fill!  Try to think…where does something REALLY go when we toss it in the garbage?  We say "throw it away"...but where is "away"? 

If you do nothing else, here are 3 small ways you can make a difference:  Take a shorter shower; set back your thermostat 2 degrees; and recycle! [The Green Book, Elizabeth Rogers and Thomas M. Kostigen].

"Eat your dinner.  There are starving children in other countries that would love to have that food!"  What your parents always told you was true.  Another big way you can help the cause is to try not to waste so much food.  Waste not, want not.  Some people are starving---so finish what you got!


 "If you could reduce the amount of food wasted in your household by just 25 grams per day (about the weight of a slice of bread), you'd save 20 pounds of food annually---roughly enough to make sixteen meals. If all U.S. households reduced their food waste by this amount, the savings would be enough to provide three meals per day for a whole year to each of the 1.34 million children in the U.S. who are homeless." [The Green Book]
You can also donate to the cause with a monetary donation!  Just like with the Red Cross text donations, you can donate a mere $5 via text to the Green World Campaign.  This organization plants trees in forests over the world.  You can text “TREE” to 85944 to donate $5 to the Green World Campaign to plant five trees in damaged forests!!
Let’s talk light bulbs!  Simply opting for CFL's can save money and carbon output.  Simple, right?  The GREEN BOOK says it is as simple as this: 
"If every American home changed out just 5 regular light fixtures or the bulbs in them with more energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones, we'd keep more than one trillion pounds of greenhouse gases out of our air---equal to the emissions of eight million cars. That's $6 billion in energy savings for Americans."
These bulbs are a little different color of light, but you get used to them.  We use these in our house.  My dad actually gave us a huge pack of them for Christmas one year!  The gift that keeps on giving!  He has been using these in his house since the early 90s.  I personally find them to be brighter.  They last incredibly longer while using fewer watts. 
‎"...(twenty-seven-watt compact fluorescent bulbs replace seventy-five-watt incandescent bulbs; eighteen-watt fluorescent bulbs replace sixty-watt incandescent bulbs.) For each twenty-seven-watt compact fluorescent light bulb you'll get carbon emissions savings of 140 pounds per year and save $12.00. For each eighteen-watt compact fluorescent light bulb, you'll get carbon emission savings of 110 pounds per year and save $9.50."

Stay informed!  Educate yourself on ways you can make a small impact and we can all work together to do the right thing for Mother Earth!  We’re all in this together, folks!  Give a shit!  Do something!  Don't toss it, sort it.  Turn off your lights.  Unplug unused appliances.  Use a clothes line!  There are tons of simple ways you can all make a difference and do your part along with me in your own way!  Let's try to work with the Earth and not against it.  

Helpful Resources:

Earth 911 is just an overall great site for information!

The Greenworld Campaign is a good organization that plants trees!  Trees are beautiful; I find them to be one of the most awesome things in existence.  Our world needs them to provide oxygen and strengthen the soil.  Donate $5 and they will plant 5 trees!

This is a very good concise breakdown of what can be recycled and can’t.
The World's Shortest Comprehensive Recycling Guide

This is a great site to look up your local recycling centers!
Recycling Center Search

This is an excellent book actually put together by Kohl’s Cares for Kids.  It is full of a lot of statistics and examples on ways to go green and help with personal stories from different celebrities telling how they make a difference:
The Green Book:  The Everyday Guide to Saving the Planet One Simple Step at a Time by Elizabeth Rogers and Thomas M. Kostigen

And don't forget to spread the word!  Get on someone you know that litters.  Post a blog of your own!  Spread the message.  Each person influences the next; you have more pull than you think.  And remember, you are speaking your voice when buying recycled/natural/organic products.  Shopping is voting!  Use your voice wisely.  

Your Fellow Human, Sister on Earth, and Partner in the Cause,
Missie Sue

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

"Love each other or perish..."

Nothing on my mind, other than Haiti and Cambodia and the starving people in those lands...the poor children with broken limbs, round parasitic bellies, and fungal infections on their heads too bad to be cured with topical ointments.  Some people are so naive to the truth of life that they really think they have it bad in America.  At least we have running water.  At least we have indoor plumbing.  At least the water we have isn't filled with parasites and other contaminants.  At least we have shoes.   At least we don't sleep in huts.  At least we don't sleep in dirt and feces.  At least we aren't stolen as young boys and forced to fight and kill in gang warfare.  At least we aren't forced into sexual slavery or prostitution at the tender age of 7, 9, 11...  At least as children we didn't pick through a landfill all day long looking for scraps we could sell to get a little food.  They're simply trying to survive. 
I am no fool, I am quite aware that there are poor people in America and there is suffering in America, but I don't think that it compares to the majorly undeveloped regions of the world.  We still are very rich.  They live without health care also...only they don't even have the option of going to a hospital to be treated and not paying the bill...because there are no hospitals.  They just suffer...and die. 
Joyce Meyer (Enjoying Everyday Life) is about the Hand of Hope outreach program all this week...makes me cry every time I watch it.  Good tears...for what she's doing...for her love.  For her compassion.  The Bible says to love your brothers..."Love isn't an emotion, it is an ACTION!"  It means it doesn't just happen, it's an effort on your part, you have to make it happen.  Take action.  Be a blessing.  Help your brothers and sisters.  Be a blessing to this world, not a burden.  "I give you one new commandment, that you should love each other the way I have loved you."  Unconditionally.  I don't think Jesus was talking about the American dream of "love"...finding a husband/wife, having a perfect house with a white picket fence, 2.5 kids and a two car garage...continuing to love him/her even when he/she cheats on you.  He wasn't talking about your fickle emotions.  It goes deeper than that.  Yes...it can go deeper than that.  Unconditional "Godly" love.  Compassion. 
Start your own Love Revolution.  Take action.  Fight selfishness...practice selflessness.   ;)
I'm not telling you to send your money away to other countries.  You can be a blessing in America...in your back yard.  I'm saying...be a blessing TO THE WORLD.  I'm saying...give a fuck!  The little things count.  Help an old lady take her groceries to the car.  Open the door for a pregnant woman.  Feed someone.  Matthew 25:40, man!  "I assure you: Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me."  You feed someone, you are feeding "me"...you are feeding God.  Because they are God.  You are God.   God is feeding itself through you.  We are God's hands and eyes...and arms.   Hug someone.  Show humanity some love!  Give someone a big tip. Be there for a friend when you know you're needed!  Show compassion!  Forget yourself!  Lose yourself!!!  Rid yourself of the "poor me" inside of you.  Gorilla LoveFair!  Start a revolution!
 Be a blessing in your mind as well...stop sending those negative words and thoughts (which basically are negatively charged power and energy) out into OUR universe. (It IS a sin to even THINK it!)  Stop hating inside your head and judging and bitching and nagging.  You're cutting off the flow from "Go(o)d".  Most people think worse things than they even say out loud, so most people don't know how truly IGNORANT AND SELFISH people around them really are!  I mean, we can already guess, right? Look at our superficial, substance-lacking world today!  Take a look at what's driving us?  Just look around!  But could you imagine being able to READ the minds of others???  Horrible!  The Akashic Records are doing it...the Book of Life. If you believe that...you will be held accountable...for everything you say, think and do.  So, then why are some Christians some of the meanest and most selfish people, if they truly believe that they must give an account of their lives?  Because they don't truly understand or believe in their dogma.  (Like Peter...taking the authority of the church away from Mary...who probably truly understood the teachings of Jesus better and was his true peer...but the men founded "Jesus's" church.) 

"But, there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you.  They will secretly bring in destructive heresies, even denying the Master who bought them, and will bring swift destruction on themselves.  Many will follow their unrestrained ways, and BECAUSE OF THEM THE WAY OF TRUTH WILL BE BLASPHEMED.  In their greed they will exploit you with deceptive words.  Their condemnation, long ago, is not idle, and their destruction does not sleep."
2 Peter 2:1  

Irony.

A lot of them I don't think even understand Jesus.  "I, Me, Mine...I, Me, Mine..."  STOP DOING THAT!!  Take it back, for Jesus...who was simply a man...a good man...that LOVED!  That LOVED with all of God's love and was "Christed"...because he knew the "truth".  So the Bible is our Aesop's Fables of sorts, spoken in Parables, and Jesus is our big brother character, that we should look up to...and strive to live like.  Jesus the Christ.  Buddha the Christ.  Mother Theresa the Christ.  The level where God's love flows out of you so freely, that you can give and give and give without it depleting you of any of your energy.  Because the overflow is just leaving you...going directly back to the source...to your brothers...back to God.
 PRAY in your head.  Be thankful in your head.  LOVE in your head!!  Where the mind goes...the body goes!    "Awww, look at that older gentleman, I pray he has a wonderful day and is safe and loved and his health is doing fine!"   I DO THIS...I actually do this.  I pray for my fellow humans as I see them out during the day.  My sisters and brothers.  I wonder about them.  I worry about them.  I pray for them.  "OOh, God, that guy is going pretty fast...I hope he will be okay and not cause anyone else to wreck either, may he be safe...show him he needs to slow down"  Instead of "WOW What an ASSHOLE!  He just cut me off!  I hope he fucking wrecks and dies, bastard!!!"  (You KNOW you do it!!!)  And what if a week from now, because a handful of selfish people saw him racing that  day to the hospital to get to his wife's side and they bitched about how much it INCONVENIENCED THEM, passionatley sending their ire and hatred out into the universe, he wrecks because it was "put out there" that Karma needed to take action.  What if we influence the Karma.  "Release the good."  I believe we make things happen.  I believe we hold a power in our minds higher than we will ever live to or grow to know. 

Thoughts are power.   Words are power.  We create this world.  We create this reality.  Let's make it better.

I just wanted to talk about Haiti and Cambodia and it turned into a love rant.  But this was more of a spiritual rant than a theological one.  What's that saying?  Or that cartoon, rather?  Two paths diverging with signs..."To God" down the one path...or "To Debates About God" down the other path??   "Go with Go(o)d."

"Love each other or perish!!"

-MS