A strong wind howled outside this morning. Miranda came back from the bus stop after waiting for half an hour. The bus hadn’t shown up. I drove her over to school, only to find roads blocked by downed trees. Finally, she got to school, half an hour later. The trip home was long as well.
When I got home, I noticed that one of the large pine trees had its top half blown off. As I walked around the yard, I found that the copper beach, one of the beautiful old trees on our property had lost a very large branch. In both cases what had come down was larger than other full-grown trees. I am saddened about the damage to the copper beach.
My Internet connection is still down at home. It came up briefly last night, long enough to get out the queued up emails that I had written and to receive those waiting for me. I’ve read through a bunch of them and have more emails queued up.
The Caffeinated Geek Girl writes about ” a friend who's 18 year old daughter has been battling Leukemia for over a year”. She has a pointer to the Gift of Life Bone Marrow Registry. I would also like to highlight the National Marrow Donor Program as well as their Center for Cord Blood.
Today, in Branford, Rafael DeGennaro launched ReadtheBill.org.
Read the Bill is a new organization which advocates that all federal legislation should be posted online 72 hours before coming to the floor of Congress. I've been helping Rafael a little with the website and I'm very excited about its launch.
In my discussions with him, I've also suggested that we should be advocating for this not only on the Federal level, but also on the State level, and perhaps even on the Municipal level for large municipalities.
I hope that everyone stops by and reads a little bit about ReadtheBill.org.
I don’t remember exactly when I learned that word, but it was a real epiphany to me. I remember reading “Chekhov on the West Heath” by Denise Levertov. She writes about young girls during World War II:
The war is simply
how the world is, to which they were born.
the epiphanies of their solitudes,
I remember reading Helen Keller’s The Story of My Life where she talks about the epiphany of language, coming to understand that the touches of her teacher on her hand meant something.
Recently aspects of competition and cooperation as it exists in our media, in our politics and in our daily lives keep recurring in discussions I’m in. I think this is a very important part of the political dynamic that should be explored.
At a holiday party, we got into a discussion about television shows years ago and today. Do any of you remember “Then came Bronson”? IMDB describes the pilot this way: “Jim Bronson is a young newspaperman who quits his job following the suicide of his best friend, and sets out on a cross-country trip on his motorcycle in his quest for the meaning of life in which he befriends a runway bride, another searching soul, in this pilot for the TV series of the same name.”