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Gifts have ribbons, not strings.  – Vanna Bonta

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i traveled back from visiting my family in australia with this little gem in my bag. it was a super cool dino, who screamed like a banshee for 20 seconds when you squeezed its belly, and it was going to be a amazing and easy gift for baby j back in the states, when his birthday rolled around in 6 months. 

once on the trip, a unexpected logistical issue arose. periodically, and without any pattern or warning, i would hear it shriek in my carry- on bag. and, periodically, i would explain to those around me, and in customs and security, that it was simply a harmless toy, gone a bit bad. it was important that it made it home, as it was a gift for my grand baby j, one he simply could not live without. 

through some miracle of human kindness, it was allowed to travel all the way with me, and once home, i happily put it into my ‘box of upcoming and unusual gifts that people in my life cannot live without.’ every so often, i would hear it’s happy shriek, a bit muffled and coming from the box. i could not wait for the big day!

finally, j’s birthday was on the horizon and i took it out to wrap. i thought again about how he would be so happy to get this gift and annoy the whole family with it for hours on end. that is when i squeezed it myself,and noticed that things had clearly changed. now when i squeezed it, it would not make any noise at all and then when it finally did, it simply would not stop the shrieking for a long, long time!

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i called my family in australia, and my daughter suggested that it may have a battery inside that needed changing. who knew? she actually was right, and i wrestled a battery out of it, unwinding the screw that was the size of a fairy hat, and found a replacement after a visit to numerous stores. at last, it had stopped screaming.

i took it to school to have my teaching partner do the required surgery to replace its life force, as she is much more tech-savvy than i, and thought the problem would soon be solved. the good news, is that it now had a fresh source of power, the bad – it refused to stop shrieking again, as soon as she put the battery in. she quickly removed it once more, and i decided to present it with its guts torn out, thinking i would replace its insides on-site, for dramatic effect. and i couldn’t leave the battery around, as he was little and might swallow it, so it had to be an all or nothing choice. this was turning out to be quite an amazing and easy gift!

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i arrived at his house, and told the family the backstory and proceeded to insert the battery once more. of course, it began shrieking again immediately and baby j loved it! and the rest of the family hated it and asked me/begged me to remove the battery immediately! i took it back out and we found the above unusual note on the neck tag of the dino/banshee. and it kind of made sense. 

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we also discovered the reason that it may not have worked exactly right.

apparently the toymakers had imprinted it, but forgotten to actually add this button to the toy.

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so, we decided to ignore the warning note and took things into our own hands. the outdoor fire pit was too snowy to work.

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we took it back indoors, but we decided we would probably be killed by the fumes, if we followed through with its execution by fire.

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so we threw the battery away, deep in the trash.

and dino joined the others who found themselves in the pile of extinct toys.

it was a long journey, but somehow we managed to all have a lot of fun with it.

and that was the gift.

The greatest of all gifts is the power to estimate things at their true worth
 François De La Rochefoucauld

To be able to look back upon one’s past life with satisfaction is to live twice. – Lord Acton

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     freda kelly was just a shy teenager from liverpool who left school at 16 to make her way in the world. in this documentary, freda tells her story for the first time after 50 years, for very personal reasons all her own. it is the story of a young girl, who, through fate and circumstance, found herself working for a local band, the beatles, hoping to make it big. while none of them had any concept of how far they would go, it was her undying loyalty and dedication that kept her in their inner circle, a rare thing among the many who came and went from their universe.

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at only 16, she became their devoted personal secretary and fan club president, and she understood the young girls’ frenzy them as they grew in fame, as she was herself just a young girl, as well as a fan. she was fiercely protective of each of them and never was swayed by the fame and fortune that came along. Freda saw it all, and became a sister and friend to them, and a daughter to their families. 

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she witnessed their evolution to international fame and watched history unfold before her eyes, taking it all in with amazement and pride.

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it was her dream job, and she was there at the beginning, and there at the end. and as was said, ‘they were together for 10 years, and she worked for them for 11 years.’  the archival footage in this film is amazing, and if you are a fan of the beatles, music history, or just of the pure and sweet side of human nature, you will fall in love with freda and with this movie.

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freda today, as she tells her story, with a few tears and a lot of laughter.

You learn from a conglomeration of the incredible past –

whatever experience gotten in any way whatsoever.
Bob Dylan

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image credits: magnolia pictures, the guardian.com,dailymail.co.uk,scope features,sxsw film festival

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All art requires courage.  ~ Anne Tucker

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http://www.daytondailynews.com/videos/news/crime-law/male-strippers-subdue-robbery-suspect/vCT5cz/

crimestoppers come in all shapes and sizes. you do what you do.

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credits: daytondailynews, lasvegas.com, xjosimo

Painting is silent poetry.  ~ Plutarch (the Moralia )

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dawn painting by john miler – portland gallery

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When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life. ~Antisthenes

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aussie grandbabies m and f live in what is clearly a two-spiderman household

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.  ~Marc Brown

 

 

the french disconnection

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my boyfriend was an irish canadian, true and true, funny, and smart, and creative, and happy – a footloose and friendly graduate student and just what i needed at the time. i’d just been divorced, and we’d met in the states, he was my roommate’s cousin, here for a family visit. we’d planned to all go to an american baseball game together, but it was rained out, so he and i sat up all night, watching old movies, talking and laughing. he was kind of a cross between david letterman and tom hanks, with a bad boy streak, and i fell in love with him immediately. the first time i went to visit him in his hometown of ottawa, i was both a bit nervous and excited to see him. on our first day there, he took me to the beautiful town of hull, in quebec. 

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we rented a car and drove to a little neighborhood bar in the middle of town. once there, we were celebrating my visit with a few adult beverages and having a great time, and i began to spread my cheer around a bit and chat up the locals. having taken french in school for a number of years, it somehow all came back quickly, and i became amazingly more ‘fluent’ in direct correlation to the number of drinks i had. (l’alcohol math de francais theory)

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i talked to everyone around me and soon was engaged in deep conversation with a local motorcycle rider.

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we were having a ball, people were very friendly, and i was sure they could understand my french clearly.  at some point, i even felt comfortable enough to take the motorcycle guy’s sunglasses off of his head and wear them myself, after asking him in french if it was okay. he responded to me in french with words that i had not heard in all my classes, and after my boyfriend spoke a bit of french back to him, i gave him back his glasses. we all smiled and said our goodbyes, and we decided it was probably a good time to head home.

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we got into our car and as soon as we had driven 100 feet, we made a quick stop.

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we were suddenly surrounded by a huge pack of police.

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we were told to get out of the car with our hands up, and i wondered just what he was into that i hadn’t known about. i began to imagine all sorts of scenarios, he was really an international drug dealer, a gun runner, a smuggler, a spy?, and i told them i didn’t understand, as i did not speak a word of french.

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once out of the car, they told me to put my shoes back on, as i was now barefoot for some reason, and ordered us to open the trunk and step back. i imagined there would be some contraband, a body – god knows what. i looked at him and wondered just who i had really become involved with. after a thorough search, and a questioning of each of us, they determined that we were not criminals after all, and explained that they’d had been staking us out for the last 2 hours while we were at the bar celebrating and speaking french, and that we had rented the exact make and model and color of a car that had been recently involved in a local armed robbery. they apologized profusely for the inconvenience and advised us to drive carefully. 

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ADIEU!

i said goodbye to the police and we got back in our car to head out and talk about what an eventful day it had been. i took my shoes off once again and then we laughed until we cried all of the way back to his house. in english, i told him that i had believed he was a clever felon for just a bit, and in french, we told each other that we loved one another. as long as we dated, it never failed to be an adventure. right up until the day we said goodbye. and we remain friends. 

 I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying. Oscar Wilde

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image credits: rcmp, tumblr.com, wikipedia, moviesmakeover.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

you are all stardust

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No moon in Southern Australia gives a great view of the Milky Way.

dedicated to you, my aussie family, so far away. and sharing the same sky.

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photo credit: the intelligent optimist

 

 

“Badges, Badges? We don’t need no stinkin’ badges.“ – Blazing Saddles

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as is my way, when i am curious about something, i like to learn about and experience it firsthand. i’ve always been fascinated by the law, crime, the criminal mind, mysteries, and everything surrounding this world. (except when fighting an unjustified ticket).

imagine my delight when i saw that my county sheriff’s office was offering a ‘citizen’s academy.’ it was to be 13 weeks of classes, one night a week, with different divisions of their office teaching us, and showing us, what they do. they would only take 20 people so we could have good discussions, be hands-on,  and go on ‘field trips’ together. i applied and was accepted, in spite of those past traffic ‘misunderstandings.’

from the moment it began, i loved every minute of it. the first night, we met the sergeant in charge of the program, who explained that their motivation was to bring the community together with law enforcement in order to build a better connection, a partnership, rather than an adversarial relationship, through our understanding of what they do. 

in my class there were citizens of all ages, in their early 20s to 70s, all genders, races, and occupations. each of us was there for our own reason, but we all were eager to learn. there was the behavioral psychologist, the architect, the vietnam vet, the housewife, the business exec, student, the professor, the young married couple, the crime hobbyist, and on and on. the subjects and the presenters were fascinating and we went on field trips: to the jail downstairs, to the command center (we traveled in the the county prisoner transport vans), and to the shooting and drunk driving ranges. talk about bonding experiences. 

i was as fascinated by the characters in the class, as i was by the sheriffs, and they never failed to deliver. we built a close trust over the weeks and people became more and more open, disclosing all sorts of crazy things. when we had a chance to ask questions, it never failed that at least one person would ask a ‘hypothetical question’ about something that was illegal, and the sheriffs would usually respond by saying, ‘i don’t know, or need to know, why you asked that, but i can give you the legal answer…..’ even the prisoners got in on the action, as they cooked and provided themed meals for us each week: one week, bad chinese, another, sticky italian night, and always the cookies, but it was all part of the fun. 

some of the presenters/classes/moments were:

corrections officers – our visit to the county jail (where one member of my class yelled out, ‘thanks for the cookies!’ to the prisoners).

drug recognition and weapons experts – talked about all kinds of drugs and weapons what is out on the street (many revealing and personal class questions about these).

bomb sniffing and drug smuggling dogs – the sheriffs advised us to ‘ditch whatever you have if you’re carrying anything’.

underwater search and rescue – showed us actual rescues and recoveries, and polar bear diving just to keep in practice, amazing tech.

homicide detectives bureau – gruesome photos, fascinating ways of solving cases, macabre jokes, tears.

impaired driving expert – class member volunteered to take the test in front of class and failed – said she forgot she was on prescription medication. maybe not the best night to volunteer for something, but i loved her for getting into the spirit.  

undercover – out of cover, and class member said he recognized one of them tailing him in a bad neighborhood recently.

mounted unit – wonderful horses and one sheriff who said he had a dream that he would no longer be a motorcycle guy and become a horse guy instead, and then it happened. they chased down the sergeant in our parking lot using only their horses. 

special weapons and tactics – wow.

traffic accident reconstruction – sad and very hard job, have to figure out what happened and notify families, nightmares.

emergency preparedness – underground bunker, with seats for leaders from all factions of first responders in county and state.

hostage negotiation team – delicate work, very challenging, always on call, 24/7 as needed, high stress, very dangerous.

community team – targets a tough neighborhood, works with residents to help get criminals out and rebuild the community.

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chasing sergeant b down in our parking lot

on our graduation night we met the sheriff himself, who uses a hierarchy of psychological needs approach to lawbreakers – take care of basic needs before we can help them learn and make progress upward. i told him i use the same approach in kindergarten. i loved their honest, and funny, and sad, and scary, behind the scenes, stories. sarge b said she will take any of us on a ride-along if we’d like. and i see another adventure ahead. 

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If time were the wicked sheriff in a horse opera, I’d pay for riding lessons and take his gun away. – W. H. Auden

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming. – Pablo Neruda

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Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems. Rainer Maria Rilke

Journey to Now, Again

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i was lucky enough to have won this contest and had the pleasure of reading this book. it was an amazingly heartfelt journey into the world of a woman whose life had lost the security of the balance she had known for so long. it was the story of her journey back and beyond into a place of strength and contentment she had not known before. i would highly recommend this book to anyone. beth

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I read MAGICAL JOURNEY last summer and shared my thoughts and a free copy about it here. The paperback version has just been released and Katrina Kenison  is offering several opportunities to win a copy of this book and others free. On January 29, we drew the  name of Misha Gericke of South Africa as the winner of Magical Journey from the readers of this blog. Congratulations, Misha!

But you have until February 7th to try to win your own copy MAGICAL JOURNEY or a copy of Thomas Moore’s “A RELIGION OF ONE’S OWN.” For more information go to Katrina’s blog here, and leave a comment.

One of my favorite writers of all time, Ann Patchett, wrote this about Magical Journey:

“I’ve given MAGICAL JOURNEY to so many people and the response has been unanimous – love.”
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