Monday, March 31, 2008

(03.31.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#56: The Griddle Cafe
.
7916 W Sunset Blvd.

(explanation of series here.)



We like waking up on the weekends and making pancakes. We cannot always, however, vouch for their tasteyness. Therefore, if you find yourself in LA, and in need of a pancake fix, there's really only one option: Griddle Cafe. Their pancakes -- and we're not exaggerating here -- are bigger than your face. You will be unable to eat, and probably move, for no less than three days. We would try to spend paragraphs exalting the virtues of this place, but frankly, words are insufficient here. So we'll just give this: If you were to reduce Griddle Cafe pancakery to an SAT question, you would have:

Griddle Cafe: LA pancakes:: Arthur Bryant's: KC bbq.

One more thing worth mentioning, now that we're reviewing that picture. You'll notice a really long line. Regardless of time or day, there's always such a line outside this place. You'll also notice the female: male ratio in the picture to be roughly 5:1 (wait, is that what they mean by the Golden Ratio?) And that should end the discussion right there. Any pancake place that serves pancakes bigger than your face, in a stack thicker than your thighs, and still gets that many females clamoring to queue up has to be amazing, right?

Right.

Go already. You'll thank us later.

Whole Earth Festival!

Whole Earth Festival UC DAVIS 2007



I just got the best news, my friend in bloggin', Suzy, is going to play Whole Earth Festival with her band! I'm so stoked! We'll get to meet! :) The opportunity to share in the warmth of a smile, a hug and hear a the voice of such an inspirational mama is going to be quite the treat! PLUS I get a chance to be a groopy for her band for the day. I can't wait to see them play. I plan on cheering very loud (but not obnoxiously so LOL)

Anyone else want to come to Whole Earth festival? *big smile*

I'M SO EXCITED!

Whole Earth Festival!

Whole Earth Festival UC DAVIS 2007



I just got the best news, my friend in bloggin', Suzy, is going to play Whole Earth Festival with her band! I'm so stoked! We'll get to meet! :) The opportunity to share in the warmth of a smile, a hug and hear a the voice of such an inspirational mama is going to be quite the treat! PLUS I get a chance to be a groopy for her band for the day. I can't wait to see them play. I plan on cheering very loud (but not obnoxiously so LOL)

Anyone else want to come to Whole Earth festival? *big smile*

I'M SO EXCITED!

Sunday, March 30, 2008

March 30, 2008 - Arlen Specter on Cancer Survivorship

Check out this March 27th NBC News interview with Senator Arlen Specter, a Hodgkins Lymphoma survivor, in which he speaks frankly about the shock of his diagnosis, tips for getting through chemotherapy, the reactions of others and the importance of getting a second opinion:

Saturday, March 29, 2008

(03.29.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#58: Merry Karnowski Gallery.
170 S. La Brea Ave.

#57: Shepard Fairey.

(explanation of series here.)

It feels like Shepard Fairey is an artist whose work we've always known. Obviously this can't be right; at some point we came across an Andre the Giant sticker and through due diligence discovered Shep as the mastermind. Growing up, we were huge fans of both the WWF and the absurd (query whether there is actually a difference between mid-80s WWF and absurdity) so our affinity for Shep comes pretty naturally.

We've taken advantage of seeing his work in a formal setting; we've attended opening receptions at Exhibit A Gallery:



and at Merry Karnowski Gallery:



We've stopped into Merry Karnowski Gallery a few other times. There's always something interesting being shown there. From what we can tell, it's widely regarded as one of the most important galleries in LA for cutting edge and underground art. And Shep, of course, is known primarily as being an underground artist, a street artist. So the thing that we've really come to
appreciate about him is that he makes us question our assumptions about what should be considered Serious Art and what should be considered Underground Art.

See, we grew up in a family that demanded respect for Serious Art. When our family would go on vacation, part of the drill would be to visit the local art museums. And we have very fond memories of these excursions. But here's the thing. Going to a Serious Art museum always felt -- still feels -- like a Big Event. You have to Dress Presentably. You have to speak in Hushed Tones. You have to Behave Yourself. These are all manners of behavior that no doubt have there required place in a civilized world. But.

But. It feels so stiff, you know? Isn't art supposed to inspire, to make the days more bearable, to create the unexpectancies that make life so exciting?

On the other hand, the other day we were just walking to the Beachwood Market, the local market that serves our neighborhood, Beachwood Canyon, and we happened to stumble upon this awesome Shep guerrilla job:



You may recall another Obama-inspired Shep piece that we stumbled upon during a Silverlake blogging adventure from earlier this month:



And seeing this kind of stuff makes us really, really giddy. That's what art is supposed to do, right? So here's the thing. Maybe Serious Art should actually be considered Underground Art. Because Underground -- at least to us -- suggests something that isn't experienced every day. And the Good Lord (along with our co-workers) knows that Dressing Presentably, speaking in Hushed Tones, and Behaving Ourselves just doesn't regularly occur. And, between working and carrying out the bare minimum necessary to get by -- eating and showering, we're thinking -- it's increasingly difficult to actually get to a museum during official museum hours, yaknow?

The flip side to this, of course, is that Shep should actually be considered Serious Art. And this makes sense. Shep takes it to the street; he adds unexpectancy and vibrancy and vitality to our daily view. He adds the color to our every day aesthetic that is both surprising and completely necessary.

Finally, we understand that there's a fine line between street art and vandalism. But we think Shep has demonstrated knowledge in navigating that line. And that makes his vision very necessary to our culture. It's a vision that demands respect from us all.

(03.29.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#59: The Old LA Weekly Building.
6715 Sunset Blvd.

(explanation of series here.)


They say a picture is worth a thousand words. A picture of words? We don't know how much they say that's worth. But, we're sure we can all agree that the words pictured are words to live by.

Corn Bread Muffins!

Yesterday we got some nice baking done. A loaf of spelt bread and corn bread muffins. A teething Ronan would have us not do any more! LOL

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Our yummy muffin secrets include using organic ingredients, and farm fresh ranch eggs as bright as the sun!

From allrecieps.com

INGREDIENTS

* 1 3/4 cups cornmeal
* 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
* 4 teaspoons baking powder
* 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
* 1 teaspoon salt
* 1/4 cup white sugar
* 2 cups buttermilk
* 2 eggs
* 1/4 cup vegetable oil

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F (230 degrees C). Lightly grease or line 12 muffin cups.
2. In a large bowl, mix together cornmeal, all-purpose flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and sugar. In a separate bowl, combine buttermilk, eggs and vegetable oil; beat well. Pour buttermilk mixture into flour mixture; stir until blended. Pour batter into prepared muffin cups.
3. Bake in preheated oven for 15 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean.

Corn Bread Muffins!

Yesterday we got some nice baking done. A loaf of spelt bread and corn bread muffins. A teething Ronan would have us not do any more! LOL

2007_04030007

2007_04030009

2007_04030013


Our yummy muffin secrets include using organic ingredients, and farm fresh ranch eggs as bright as the sun!

From allrecieps.com

INGREDIENTS

* 1 3/4 cups cornmeal
* 3/4 cup all-purpose flour
* 4 teaspoons baking powder
* 1/4 teaspoon baking soda
* 1 teaspoon salt
* 1/4 cup white sugar
* 2 cups buttermilk
* 2 eggs
* 1/4 cup vegetable oil

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 450 degrees F (230 degrees C). Lightly grease or line 12 muffin cups.
2. In a large bowl, mix together cornmeal, all-purpose flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt and sugar. In a separate bowl, combine buttermilk, eggs and vegetable oil; beat well. Pour buttermilk mixture into flour mixture; stir until blended. Pour batter into prepared muffin cups.
3. Bake in preheated oven for 15 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of a muffin comes out clean.

Friday, March 28, 2008

Ancestors

I wanted to share some photos of my ancestors today.

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This photo is of me with my great grandfather before he passed away. I was about 9 when this picture was taken and he was nearly 100. He died a year later. His name was Basil and I still think that one of my children will end up with Basil for a middle name. My great grandfather had alzheimers the entire time I knew him but my father has lovely stories of boyhood days spent on granpop's farm. Drinking from the well, baking biscuts, tending to the chickens and of course getting switched when he was bad *ouch*

So to trace the lineage, Basil, is my father's, mother's, father.

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Here is my great grandmother. My biological mother's, mother's, mother. Her name was Lillian but everyone called her Neenaw. Wasn't she beautiful? She died of cancer shortly before I was born. My parents have an audio recording of their wedding in 1976 and Lillian's voice is on that tape. Her voice was small, quite, very dainty and feminine.

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Here is a picture of me with my grandmother and grandfather in about 1980. My biological mother's, mother. So this woman is the daughter of the woman pictured above. Her name is Janet and my grandfather's name is Robbie. He passed away when I was 12 and Janet is still living. Robbie was a rocket scientest for NASA (yes and I think that's a pocket protector in his pocket LOL), so think of him when you say "It's not rocket science!" LOL He was also Cherokee and spoke 5 languages. I miss him a lot.


So there you have it, some pictures and some stories of the people still living in my cells.

Have a wonderful day!

Ancestors

I wanted to share some photos of my ancestors today.

2007_03290007

This photo is of me with my great grandfather before he passed away. I was about 9 when this picture was taken and he was nearly 100. He died a year later. His name was Basil and I still think that one of my children will end up with Basil for a middle name. My great grandfather had alzheimers the entire time I knew him but my father has lovely stories of boyhood days spent on granpop's farm. Drinking from the well, baking biscuts, tending to the chickens and of course getting switched when he was bad *ouch*

So to trace the lineage, Basil, is my father's, mother's, father.

2007_03290008


Here is my great grandmother. My biological mother's, mother's, mother. Her name was Lillian but everyone called her Neenaw. Wasn't she beautiful? She died of cancer shortly before I was born. My parents have an audio recording of their wedding in 1976 and Lillian's voice is on that tape. Her voice was small, quite, very dainty and feminine.

2007_03290009

Here is a picture of me with my grandmother and grandfather in about 1980. My biological mother's, mother. So this woman is the daughter of the woman pictured above. Her name is Janet and my grandfather's name is Robbie. He passed away when I was 12 and Janet is still living. Robbie was a rocket scientest for NASA (yes and I think that's a pocket protector in his pocket LOL), so think of him when you say "It's not rocket science!" LOL He was also Cherokee and spoke 5 languages. I miss him a lot.


So there you have it, some pictures and some stories of the people still living in my cells.

Have a wonderful day!

March 28, 2008 - Incarcerated

Incarcerated. That’s the word I heard a couple of days ago from Dr. David Cheli, our family physician, after he took one look at my bulging navel. I have an incarcerated umbilical hernia, it seems. (Or had, anyway.)

I’ve known about the hernia for several years. It’s given me no trouble, and Dr. Cheli’s advice was simply to let it be, avoiding any strenuous abdominal exercises that might make it worse. These things sometimes do require surgery, he told me, but as long as the hernia wasn’t bothering me, there was no reason to go under the knife.

What’s happened this week is that the hernia did start bothering me. On Tuesday, I noticed it bulging out further than before, and I started feeling some pain. It looked and felt like someone had come along during the night and inserted a golf ball under my skin, just to the side of the navel.

I went to bed on Tuesday hoping the situation would resolve itself on its own, but when I awoke on Wednesday and noticed that not only was it still the same size, but that it had become inflamed, I figured it was time to pay a little visit to the doctor.

Dr. Cheli took one look at it, told me I’d probably need to have surgery that very day, and immediately flipped open his cell phone and began making arrangements. He called Dr. Gornish’s group (the surgeon I’ve seen twice before in the operating room, first to implant my port and second for the abortive attempt to do an excisional biopsy of a lymph node in my neck). Another member of the surgical group was available that day; it turned out to be Dr. Mark Schwartz, who had removed Claire’s gall bladder several years ago. Dr Cheli also phoned Dr. Lerner, to make sure there was no reason, from the oncology standpoint, that I couldn’t undergo surgery. Dr. L gave it a green light.

I appreciated the fact that he also phoned Dr. Gustavo De La Luz, the pulmonologist who treats me for obstructive sleep apnea, to make sure he was on board this time around. I’ve had trouble with anesthesia in the past – waking up on the operating table during my port-implantation surgery, as I went into an apneic episode and the anesthesiologist scaled back the juice. Dr. Cheli wanted to be sure those issues were addressed, this time. He told me Dr. De La Luz or one of his associates would stop by and see me in the hospital, and presumably intercede on my behalf.

Did I have time to stop on the way to Ocean Medical Center and get a little something for breakfast, I asked? Not a good idea, said the doc. Better to have an empty stomach before surgery. Well, I thought to myself once I’d heard that, I guess this is really happening. (How swiftly life can change.)

I did make one stop on the way to the hospital – at home, to pick up my prescription meds, and a couple of personal items like my iPod and a book to read. They were expecting me, in the Emergency Room (Dr. Cheli had phoned ahead). Soon after getting me into a hospital gown and tagging me with an i.d. bracelet, they told me I’d be admitted for sure. Claire met me in the E.R., and stuck with me throughout the day.

The afternoon passed pretty quickly, with a trip over to X-ray and news of an on-again, off-again CT scan (it was called off at the last minute, for some reason I never did discover – although not before I’d already imbibed the contrast fluid). Around 5 p.m., I found myself flat on my back in the operating room, arms stretched out cruciform-fashion.

I’d previously learned I’d be having general anesthesia, rather than light sedation. This includes intubation to keep the airway open, so apnea wouldn’t be an issue. (General anesthesia is standard for this operation, anyway, it turns out.) “I’m going to start you with a little sedation now, said Dr. Chen, the anesthesiologist – and, the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the recovery room.

I stayed in the hospital overnight, coming home yesterday. I have another week or so ahead of me of recuperating at home. So, here I am, in much the same state I was in during my chemo treatments (minus the hair loss and the nausea, of course). The pain pills make me feel a bit wooly between the ears. The difference is that, this time, I’ll be over it in a few days.

Incarcerated. Yes, it’s the right word to use, for now.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

..::Classic Mother, Lover, Goddess::..

Here's what I was reading last April

The Feminine Face of Poverty

By Riane Eisler, AlterNet. Posted April 19, 2007.

Seventy percent of those living in absolute poverty in our world -- that is starving or on the edge of starvation -- are female. Not only that, in our wealthy United States, women and children are the mass of the poor and the poorest of the poor.

Read the whole article at:

http://alternet.org/rights/50727/

..::Classic Mother, Lover, Goddess::..

Here's what I was reading last April

The Feminine Face of Poverty

By Riane Eisler, AlterNet. Posted April 19, 2007.

Seventy percent of those living in absolute poverty in our world -- that is starving or on the edge of starvation -- are female. Not only that, in our wealthy United States, women and children are the mass of the poor and the poorest of the poor.

Read the whole article at:

http://alternet.org/rights/50727/

(03.27.08) Recommends:

Measure for Measure.

Two of the most common themes that have emerged in this space are our appreciation of Andrew Bird as maker of some of the most compelling music we have, and our appreciation of the New York Times' embrace of the internet such that it has become one-stop news shopping. Today we were thrilled to learn that these two juggernauts are combining forces. Andrew Bird will be contributing to a new nytimes blog called Measure for Measure. The blog's description:

With music now available with a single, offhand click, it's easy to forget that songs are not born whole, polished and ready to play. They are created by artists who draw on some combination of craft, skill and inspiration. In the coming weeks, the contributors to this blog -- all accomplished songwriters -- will pull back the curtain on the creative process as they write about their work on a songs in the making.

Check out Andrew Bird's first contribution here.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

(03.26.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#60: Blue Neighborhood Signs.

(explanation of series here.)

We like to discover a town not by map, but by just getting in the car and getting lost. But for neighborhood-centric cities, one of the most apparent shortfalls of this method is that it takes a while to figure out the contours of the various neighborhoods. That's what is so genius about LA's decision to plaster blue signs to announce the official and unofficial boundaries of neighborhoods. You can never go more than about a half mile without learning where you are!

We recommend checking back to this post often, because we plan to continue documenting the blue signs we come across, and when we do, we'll be sure to post them here.







..::Classic Mother, Lover, Goddess::..

We have the sickies :( Enjoy this article I found two years ago :)



Study: US mothers deserve $134,121 in salary

By Ellen Wulfhorst Wed May 3, 9:11 AM ET

NEW YORK (Reuters) - A full-time stay-at-home mother would earn $134,121 a year if paid for all her work, an amount similar to a top U.S. ad executive, a marketing director or a judge, according to a study released Wednesday.



A mother who works outside the home would earn an extra $85,876 annually on top of her actual wages for the work she does at home, according to the study by Waltham, Massachusetts-based compensation experts Salary.com.

To reach the projected pay figures, the survey calculated the earning power of the 10 jobs respondents said most closely comprise a mother's role -- housekeeper, day-care teacher, cook, computer operator, laundry machine operator, janitor, facilities manager, van driver, chief executive and psychologist.

"You can't put a dollar value on it. It's worth a lot more," said Kristen Krauss, 35, as she hurriedly packed her four children, all aged under 8, into a minivan in New York while searching frantically for her keys. "Just look at me."

Employed mothers reported spending on average 44 hours a week at their outside job and 49.8 hours at their home job, while the stay-at-home mother worked 91.6 hours a week, it showed.

An estimated 5.6 million women in the United States are stay-at-home mothers with children under age 15, according to the most recent U.S.

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NOT 'JUST A MOM'

"It's good to acknowledge the job that's being done, and that it's not that these women are settling for 'just a mom,"' said Bill Coleman, senior vice president of compensation at Salary.com. "They are actually doing an awful lot."

According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, some 26 million women with children under age 18 work in the nation's paid labor force.

Both employed and stay-at-home mothers said the lowest-paying job of housekeeper was their most common role, with employed mothers working 7.2 hours a week as housekeeper and stay-at-home mothers working 22.1 hours in that role.

"Every husband I've ever spoken to said, 'I'm keeping my job. You keep yours.' It's a tough one," said Gillian Forrest, 39, a stay-at-home mother of 22-month-old Alex in New York. "I don't know if you could put a dollar amount on it but it would be nice to get something."

To compile its study, Salary.com surveyed about 400 mothers online over the last two months.

Salary.com offers a Web site (http://www.mom.salary.com) where mothers can calculate what they could be paid, based on how many children they have, where they live and other factors. The site will produce a printable document that looks like a paycheck, Coleman said.

"It's obviously not negotiable," he said.

On average, the mother who works outside the house earns a base pay of $62,798 for a 40-hour at-home work week and $23,078 in overtime; a stay-at-home mother earned a base pay of $45,697 and $88,424 in overtime, it said.

In a Salary.com study conducted last year, stay-at-home mothers earned $131,471. The potential earnings of mothers who work outside the home was not calculated in the previous study.

..::Classic Mother, Lover, Goddess::..

We have the sickies :( Enjoy this article I found two years ago :)



Study: US mothers deserve $134,121 in salary

By Ellen Wulfhorst Wed May 3, 9:11 AM ET

NEW YORK (Reuters) - A full-time stay-at-home mother would earn $134,121 a year if paid for all her work, an amount similar to a top U.S. ad executive, a marketing director or a judge, according to a study released Wednesday.



A mother who works outside the home would earn an extra $85,876 annually on top of her actual wages for the work she does at home, according to the study by Waltham, Massachusetts-based compensation experts Salary.com.

To reach the projected pay figures, the survey calculated the earning power of the 10 jobs respondents said most closely comprise a mother's role -- housekeeper, day-care teacher, cook, computer operator, laundry machine operator, janitor, facilities manager, van driver, chief executive and psychologist.

"You can't put a dollar value on it. It's worth a lot more," said Kristen Krauss, 35, as she hurriedly packed her four children, all aged under 8, into a minivan in New York while searching frantically for her keys. "Just look at me."

Employed mothers reported spending on average 44 hours a week at their outside job and 49.8 hours at their home job, while the stay-at-home mother worked 91.6 hours a week, it showed.

An estimated 5.6 million women in the United States are stay-at-home mothers with children under age 15, according to the most recent U.S.

Census Bureau
" type="hidden"> SEARCH

News | News Photos | Images | Web

" type="hidden">

Census Bureau data.

NOT 'JUST A MOM'

"It's good to acknowledge the job that's being done, and that it's not that these women are settling for 'just a mom,"' said Bill Coleman, senior vice president of compensation at Salary.com. "They are actually doing an awful lot."

According to the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics, some 26 million women with children under age 18 work in the nation's paid labor force.

Both employed and stay-at-home mothers said the lowest-paying job of housekeeper was their most common role, with employed mothers working 7.2 hours a week as housekeeper and stay-at-home mothers working 22.1 hours in that role.

"Every husband I've ever spoken to said, 'I'm keeping my job. You keep yours.' It's a tough one," said Gillian Forrest, 39, a stay-at-home mother of 22-month-old Alex in New York. "I don't know if you could put a dollar amount on it but it would be nice to get something."

To compile its study, Salary.com surveyed about 400 mothers online over the last two months.

Salary.com offers a Web site (http://www.mom.salary.com) where mothers can calculate what they could be paid, based on how many children they have, where they live and other factors. The site will produce a printable document that looks like a paycheck, Coleman said.

"It's obviously not negotiable," he said.

On average, the mother who works outside the house earns a base pay of $62,798 for a 40-hour at-home work week and $23,078 in overtime; a stay-at-home mother earned a base pay of $45,697 and $88,424 in overtime, it said.

In a Salary.com study conducted last year, stay-at-home mothers earned $131,471. The potential earnings of mothers who work outside the home was not calculated in the previous study.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

(03.25.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#61: Brunch at Chateau Marmont.
8221 W Sunset Boulevard.

(explanation of series here.)


So, we were first taken here by family of family of a family friend. Or something like that. Neither party was exactly sure of the connection, but we were pretty floored by the generosity. Taking a wagon full of ne'er-do-wells such as ourselves to brunch is more than we could ever reasonably expect from others. But time and again -- as we've mentioned here several times -- the people we've come across in LA have showered us with enough hospitality to make a midwestern mother's son blush. And we think that's a tremendous storyline, and one underreported by makers of city stereotypes.

(03.25.08) Recommends:

The LA64.
#62: The Mendel's Hollyway Cleaners Sign.
8359 Santa Monica Blvd.

(explanation of series here.)


When we first moved down to LA -- okay, we realize that this is the second post in a row that starts with that phrase and we promise to stop it -- we found ourselves driving by this sign every morning to make sure that (a) it hadn't disappeared during the night, or (b) we hadn't just dreamed it up. LA does not have a ton of stunning architectural highlights, but what it lacks it more than makes up in awesome signage (we're predicting a good 30 of the LA64 could be signs -- we told you we're pretty new here).

Has either Mr. Mendel or this sign appeared in a Simpson's episode yet? We're pretty sure neither has and we're pretty sure there's not a reasonable explanation for such absence.

While we whole-heartedly recommend this sign, we've never actually used the cleaner. And we only mention this because it's received some pretty crappy yelp reviews.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

March 23, 2008 - Encrypted with Christ

For my Easter sermon this morning, I decide to go with a slightly unconventional choice. Rather than basing it on the Gospel lesson (as most worshipers expect), I decide to speak on the Epistle – which, today, is Colossians 3:1-4.

The line that’s grabbed my attention is v. 3: “...for you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God.” It’s an odd statement: for, if the greeting is, “you have died,” then who could the listener possibly be? If it’s a true statement, then what ears could hear it?

Maybe only those who reside in the cemetery. In that place, truer words were never spoken. Yet, like the philosopher’s famous tree that falls in the forest where no one’s around to hear, if we went and proclaimed that message among the gravestones, would we really having a conversation?

The “Aha!” moment, for me, in writing this sermon, was the realization that the Greek word for “hidden” is krypto. It’s a word we know from “cryptology,” “cryptogram,” “cryptic.” That means we could translate the scripture text very literally indeed, so it would read, “your life is encrypted with Christ in God.”

That got me thinking about the Rosetta Stone, probably the most famous code-breaking device of all time. That slab of black, granite-like stone – with three parallel inscriptions, in Egyptian hieroglyphics, another ancient Egyptian tongue called Demotic and classical Greek – became the cryptographic key for unraveling the secrets of hieroglyphics. Up to that point, no one in the world remembered how to read hieroglyphics. The translator, Jean-François Champollion, fulfilled the herculean task of using the stone to break the code. Once he had done so, all other translations of hieroglyphics became child’s play (relatively speaking).

There’s much that is mysterious about human life – and, human death as well. What happens after we die? No one can say for sure – apart from certain, highly poetic passages of scripture that have provided much of the imagery we tend to associate with heaven (clouds, choristers, pearly gates and the like). While a few Christians take such passages literally, most understand them metaphorically. The true heaven is likely to be a bigger reality than earthbound human minds can comprehend.

The theologian Douglas John Hall once admitted that he’s mystified by the resurrection, as well. “I don’t claim to understand it,” he wrote in one of his books, “but I do stand under it.” (You don’t need to understand it; just stand under it – I like that.)

It seems to me, I tell the Easter crowd, that we can look on the resurrection of Jesus Christ as the cryptographic key that enables us to plumb such mysteries (at least, up to a point). The resurrection is our Rosetta Stone. We can’t fully understand the concept, but we can utilize it as a sort of interpretative lens, through which we can view all of life, as well as death.

There is much that is dark and mysterious about cancer, as well. Why do some get the disease, and not others? Why do some have a harder time with it, and others manage to muddle through with apparent ease? How ought we to cope with debilitating side effects, not to mention the sheer emotional weight of carrying such a health burden, over time?

The answers to such questions, it seems to me, are hinted at in Jesus’ resurrection. It’s a story that’s been filtered through centuries of retelling. The only way to grasp it is to accept the biblical witness, in faith.

There are multiple biblical witnesses, of course – and some of them disagree with one another. Does it detract from the authority of the Bible to have four separate Easter stories – some of them contradicting the others?

Not if the resurrection is real.

If the resurrection were not real – if someone had made the story up – you'd expect there would be just one account, perfectly structured and beautifully narrated. What we have instead are these four versions: each one flawed, each one compelling in its own way. Each one tells us something worth knowing, but each one also leaves us feeling hungry for more.

Growing into a serviceable understanding of the resurrection is the journey of a lifetime. For those of us with cancer, who may be faced with the reality of a shorter lifespan, there’s no time like the present for claiming this ancient proclamation for our own.

The Lord is risen – risen indeed!

NY Easter Sunday "Hat" Parade

I was in New York City this weekend, and had a chance to see the annual Easter Sunday "Hat" parade that takes place on 5th Avenue and 50th. The police close down the street and thousands of people come to see this annual festivity.


All images shot with the K20D and my favorite lens - the 31mm Limited. I shot in RAW at IS0 400, at apertures of f/4.5 and f.5.6. Due to the lighting conditions primarily on the subjects faces, I was using exposure compensation on most of these shots of +.5 to +1.0. All images converted from PEF in Adobe Camera Raw 4.4 and PhotoShop "as shot" and converted to JPEGs for uploading here. I did throw in one politically relevant image, and I was very impressed with the patriotic madam in the last photo, as it was a very cold day here!














Ostara and Easter Story

Here's the easter story of my tradition. I thought I would share and I hope not to offend anyone only to share my personal belief. Thanks :)


Come sit in the sunshine under the bright blue spring sky and I will tell you the story of Ostara and Easter.


spring



A long, long time ago, people had different holidays then we do now. Many of them celebrated when the sky changed, when the trees blossomed or when their leaves fell. They celebrated the changing light or the way the stars moved. One of the holidays that the ancient people celebrated, and that some people still celebrate today was the first day of spring.


ostara


The first day of spring was called Ostara by the Germanic peoples of Europe. It was named for their Goddess Eostre who was the Goddess of bunnies, fertility, eggs, baby animals, new shoots, plants, birds and the spring time earth in general.



easter eggs


Many people in old Europe and around the world would have parties on the first day of spring. They would sing and dance, they would paint eggs as a symbol of fertility and they would celebrate fertile animals such as the bunny rabbit.


jesus


About 2,000 years ago there was prophet in Jerusalem. His name was Yeshua, but he is known now by his Greek name, Jesus. Jesus preached to people about love and tolerance. He taught everyone that we are all the divine children of the great Spirit, of the God and Goddess. He represented for people then and now, the holiness that everyone has inside of them. To many people, Jesus and his partner Mary Magdalene, known in Greek as Marimane, were their saviors and their most beloved teachers.



jesus preaching


The people who ruled the lands where Jesus and Marimane preached did not like the message that they were teaching. The rulers thought that if everyone listened to Jesus and loved everyone and treated everyone with respect and kindness that the rulers would not be able to control the people any longer. The rulers did not want the people to know that they were the divine children of the great Spirit, of God, because if they knew that they would no longer pay the outrageous temples fees or go to the temple rabbis. The ruler would lose control and money and they did not like the idea of that.


Jesus


So the rulers went and found Jesus and took him to a hill where they nailed him to a cross. This practice was called crucifixion and it was suppose to kill Jesus. What the rulers did not know was that in his life's teachings and traveling Jesus had spent time in the land of Kerela, which is in what we now call India. He knew some of the secret teachings of the yogis and of the Hindu Gods and Goddesses. He knew how to live for a long time and how to pretend to be dead by making his breathing very faint and by slowing his heart beat.

He hung on the cross for many days. All those who loved Jesus grieved for him because they knew he was in a lot of pain. When he did not die fast enough the soldiers on the hill took a sword and stabbed him his side.



Jesus looked up at the heavens and said, "Forgive them Father for they know not what they do." With his partner Marimane and his mother Mary crying at his feet Jesus meditated. He slowed his heart rate and made his breathing very faint. Everyone thought Jesus had died.



moon


They took him off the cross and placed him in a tomb. While in the tomb the moon refused to shine. Every month we know that the moon goes dark for three days. The new moon we call it. The light and joy of Jesus is like that of the moon and for three days Jesus and the moon where dark.



Jesus & Mary at The Tomb1


On the third day Marimane went to Jesus’ tomb to tend to this body and she found he was not there! She was amazed and wondered what happened to him. Then he appeared to her. He had descended in trance to the underworld and had become an enlightened being. He was no longer bound by the forces of earth that we know. He could go anywhere in any moment with just a thought. And he told his beloved Marimane, the most loved of his disciples, that he was not dead, that he had risen and that in the name of the great Spirit, of God and Goddess, he would go and continue to teach their message of love, peace and inner divinity.


jesus


And so he did, traveling to the Americas and many other places. Jesus suffered on the cross and in so doing saved all of us. He freed us from the burden of death. He showed us that death was not the end. And just like many gods, known by many names, Krishna, Vishnu, Shiva, Kronos, Osiris, etc. He taught us that being kind and loving and declaring our inner divinity made death nothing more than a gateway we all pass through to come resurrected on the other side in a new form. Jesus returns to all of us the ancient mystery of rebirth celebrated at this time in early spring.


Eostrejesus


So now we can celebrate spring with fertility Goddesses like Eostre who bring the rain and sun to the earth to grow our food. We can celebrate with painted eggs, bunnies, chocolate and good food with our friends and family and we can also celebrate Easter as the day that we Jesus emerged, resurrected and enlightened from his tomb. The day he helped to restore to us old ancient truths.