Tonight during dinner at Skaets we noticed the oddest thing - it was raining in the street, but not on the sidewalk. You always know the line of rain has to begin and end somewhere, you just don't expect to be able to identify the exact spot.

After we had finished, Lisa mentioned there was a beautiful rainbow. I ran out to look at it. We were near the fairgrounds, and there wasn't a great foreground, but I couldn't resist snapping a pic with my phone (Palm Treo 755p).

It seems I spent the whole day running from one thing to another, without having a chance to catch my breath, so that was a nice way to end the day.

I've been working on things for the MHA's Victorian Tea on August 9. There are so many little details to handle. But, today I got the mail and found a check for a ticket had already come in. The only promotion I've done was in the garden tour booklet but this woman went ahead and ordered, which is great. And it's a new person, too, so that's very cool.

Those are always fun events. I enjoy doing them, although there's always a moment when I look around and think I'm living in a fantasy land that I think I can get it all done. But, with lots of volunteers and great board members it always comes together.

Last year we sold out and had regulars who were disappointed. I'm hoping people order their tickets early this year so we don't run into that problem.
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Steady as She Goes

"How, dear sir, did you cross the flood?"
"By not halting friend, and by not straining I crossed the flood."
"But how is it, dear sir, that by not halting and by not straining you crossed the flood?"
"When I came to a standstill, friend, then I sank; but when I struggled, then I got swept away. It is in this way, friend, that by not halting and by not straining I crossed the flood."
                                                         -Buddha

I ran across this quote tonight and realized it's perfect for my life right now. I need to just keep at things - steady - and get them accomplished. No struggling, no stopping, just keeping pace. It much easier said than done, but it's what I need to do.

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Greensburg Kansas Revisited

Greg, Mark and I went to Greensburg, Kansas, today. I had not been there since right after the tornado of May 4, 2007. This photo above, of the dead tree on the left and the other tree in the middle, was taken in the middle of town. Obviously, many homes are gone and have not been rebuilt - at least not yet.

Greensburg is rebuilding green. They have passed, unanimously, an ordinance to build all city buildings to LEED Platinum level standards. They are the first city in the US to have such an ordinance.

I'm so impressed with the resilience of the people of Greensburg. Although, for those who do not live nearby and may not be aware, many residents have not returned to Greensburg and probably will not. A series of events led to that, most of which can be summed up that people have created new lives elsewhere in the intervening time period. The reasons they've done that are sometimes as simple as they moved to be closer to family elsewhere, and as complex as they couldn't move the trailer they bought to live in back into Greensburg due to city regulations.

Obviously, there is no model for Greensburg officials to follow.

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Barbies Gone Wild

We spent the day in Lucas, Kansas. One of the places we visited was a house owned by the Grassroots Art Center where an artist creates assemblages from things like Barbies. I like her. I don't know her, but I like her. She's my kind of person. There will be more pix once I have a chance to go through all the photos. I like her.
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Fireworks with and without a Plastic Pig

We went to the municipal fireworks display tonight. It was quite lovely. Before that, Greg and Mark were busy blowing things up with the same poor piggy.

I really don't have anything to add... except I hope you and yours had a very happy Fourth of July! I'll be back to more normalcy tomorrow. I just needed a break from the routine of life. Silly is good sometimes. Necessary, even.
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Fireworks in a Plastic Pig

This is the man I spent 12 years of my life with. Yup. You know his mama is proud, too.

So, Greg decided it would be fun to put some fireworks inside a plastic pig bank and then the pig would be all multi colored when they went off.

Of course, he intended to capture this for posterity. Things didn't go quite as planned.

When he came in and asked if I wanted to come outside and "put a ground bloom inside a pig" I told him that was something no one had ever asked me before.

The first video is of the pig. The second video is of Greg explaining the pig.





This is really the "Making of" and "Director's Cut" of the Fireworks in a Pig. See Greg's account of the event, and close up footage of the pig, at www.thelope.com.
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At War With Grasshoppers

I'm mighty close to saying dirty words about grasshoppers. They are chewing on all of my flowers in the front, and I've now spotted some on the vegetables in back. The grasshoppers must die.

I'm not in the mood for a lecture about how beneficial they are to the environment. I'm in the mood for the name of some poison that will kill them. Because they must die. All of them.

I looked for an organic method. You know what it is? Get a chicken. I'm sorry, that's not a valid answer for most people. I don't want any livestock. In fact, I live in a town where livestock is not allowed. This isn't a big problem for me. But, I wish they wouldn't let grasshoppers in either.

I've now bought three different things that supposedly kill grasshoppers. I have sprayed it directly on them. It does nothing but make them jump to another plant, annoyed by the spray, where they continue eating.

I need a real answer. I really don't want to use poison, but it seems there's no other answer. Of course, so far poison hasn't proven to be much of an answer either. However, no livestock allowed. Ideas?
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Customer Service from 3M

I'm always very impressed with good customer service. It's so rare these days that it stands out even more.

Recently I emailed 3M about a little problem I was having with a product I love - the Post-it Flag Highlighters. I didn't expect anything from them. Just wanted to let them know what I perceived as a design flaw.

A few days later I got an envelope containing a replacement product, a postage paid return label and a letter asking me to return the defective product.

Wow. When was the last time that happened? I think for me the last time was with Brother - about three years ago.

Admittedly, this is a very low cost item. Nonetheless, I'm pretty impressed with their customer service. I wish the rest of the US economy would make a note. And perhaps highlight and flag it, too.
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Quote of the Day

I consider prayer above all an act of gratitude for existence.
Saul Bellow
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Tallgrass Writing Workshop in Emporia Kansas

I spent the weekend at Emporia State University at the 23rd Annual Tallgrass Writing Workshop. It was great to be engaged in learning, and with other writers, for a whole weekend. I know I'm going to want to go back again and again. I was very impressed with the level of instruction, as well as the other folks attending.

Max McCoy, who read at the library here a couple of months ago, organized this year's event. The HRAC, one of the boards I'm on, brought him to Hutchinson. It was one of those things I intended to blog, but never got around to, other than a quick mention, although I did promo it. However, Greg did blog it, in his usual exquisite way.

One of McCoy's presentations this weekend was about the Hero's Journey, a reference to Joseph Campbell's writing. It has been a long time since I read the "Power of Myth." I think a rereading is in order. I obviously need to read "The Hero with a Thousand Faces." If you haven't read any of Campbell's writing, I encourage you to give it a try. Really. Reading him is life changing. It's not the easiest reading I've ever done, but it stays with you.



Max McCoy writes both fiction and non-fiction, including some of the Indiana Jones books, which are a hot topic now with the movie out. He also teaches journalism at Emporia State, and if the one session I was in with him this weekend is any indication, he's a great teacher. It was almost enough to make me want to go back to school. OK, truth be told, I always want to go back to school. It's just that part where they pay me to go to work and I have to pay them to go to school that stops me.

McCoy just won the 2008 Spur Award from the Western Writers of America for his novel, "Hellfire Canyon." This is not just a nice, little award - it's a real honor. He has written a number of books, as well as tons of articles. Read about all things McCoy at www.maxmccoy.com. His blog has been one of my regular stops online since I met him in April.

This weekend he shared something else I found completely endearing - he loves Halloween. This came up when we were drawing names for door prizes out of a plastic pumpkin. Those of you who are regular readers know of my love of holidays - Christmas being my favorite, and Halloween my second favorite. Besides, keeping a plastic pumpkin around all year  demonstrates a certain quirkiness you might expect from someone who spends a large part of their life engaged in creative work. I love quirkiness.

Joining us for Saturday was Cotton Smith, who writes westerns. He was a very engaging speaker and his advice went far beyond the genre where his work is focused. He gave us 12 points to consider in any work. It was valuable information. I came home with a stack of notes from his presentation as well as others.

Julianne Couch spoke to us about using "found stories" and also about travel writing. Her book is called "Jukeboxes and Jackalopes." I was tempted to buy many, many books this weekend but I resisted because I'm in the process of weeding through books and giving them away. Until that's done, and I know how much space I have on my library shelves, I'm going to be a devoted library user. Oh, but the temptation was strong.

The press info on her book says, "Jukeboxes & Jackalopes is an apt description of this collection of essays in which the author shares her impressions of some of the unique bars scattered throughout small towns in Wyoming--some so small that the bar may be the only business at a location named and noted on the map but perhaps only claiming two residents. Regardless of size or remoteness of location, these watering holes often serve as community centers and living rooms away from home for those folks who populate the neighboring ranches and energy industry camps and offer a delightful experience for travelers who dare to leave the Interstate in search of a unique experience." Read more at Pronghorn Press.

Another faculty member was Don Coldsmith. I'm sorry I didn't get to attend any of his breakout sessions. It was difficult to decide what session to go to at times because there was much from which to choose. I did have an opportunity to chat with him a little bit. I am certain he's a man who has a million stories he hasn't yet told. Even during introductions he had us all laughing.

There was a book signing Saturday night during a reception at the local Arts Center. I snapped this photo of Don visiting with a participant that night.



I found this bit about him on a Random House website. "Don Coldsmith served as a World War II combat medic in the South Pacific, graduated from Baker University, and received his M.D. from the University of Kansas. He has been a rancher and a horse breeder, among other professions and avocations, and currently teaches at Emporia State University when he is not writing his award-winning novels. There are nearly six million copies of Don Coldsmith's books in print."

Antonia Felix spoke about the power of dreams in the creative process, as well as her own path in the publishing world. She is a multi-talented woman. In addition to being a writer, she is an accomplished musician, and also studied psychology. I knew I was going to like her the first time I heard her mention Jung.

She has written a number of non-fiction books, including "Condi" about Condoleezza Rice and "Laura" about Laura Bush.

It was interesting to hear her talk about her life. I'm always amazed at how some people can accomplish so much with the same number of hours the rest of us are given in a day. She is an example of someone who must use every single second.



The remaining faculty member was Phillip Finch, who shared his personal story in publishing. I'm not going to go into details, because it's not my story to tell, but suffice it to say it was fascinating.

He is the author of 13 books, the latest of which is "Raising the Dead," which will be released in the US in November. It's the story of divers Dave Shaw and Don Shirley. I saw a documentary about these divers and it was fascinating. I'm sure this book will go into far more detail and be a wonderful read.

He sold his first book over the transom, which is publishing speak for selling it by just sending it to a publisher and they pick it out of the big pile of things that have been sent to them. He said the year his book was published there were only two books published by major houses that had come in that way. The other one was "Ordinary People."

Finch apparently had been writing a blog for awhile, but has discontinued it because of the time it takes. I'm sorry to say he has removed it, so we can't even read the older entries.

Blogging certainly does take time, but I've been writing a chronicle of my life for most of my life, so I think I'd be spending this time anyway. I still do the more personal things in handwritten journals, but blogging simplifies the non-personal aspects. And, so far, I enjoy sharing these sorts of events with readers, just as I like to read about such things on other people's blogs.

Saturday night I mentioned there was a reception at the art center. It was very nice, although I left a little early to go write.




I'm not sure how I've missed this wonderful event all this time. But, my friend, Cynthia, sent me the info on it some time ago. I didn't pay any attention because I knew the timing wouldn't work for me - I was supposed to be on a "Food Coma Caravan" trip this past weekend.
Well, as fate would have it, Cynthia sent it to me again on June 11. Something told me I should pay more attention. When I looked at it more closely, I knew I needed to go to it instead of going on the FCC trip. I hated to miss that fun, but this was definitely the right thing for me to do.

One of the highlights for me was a critique of the first few pages of my novel. Max McCoy was the faculty member who critiqued my pages. He gave me some things to think about, but overall he was very positive and encouraging about the project. I asked him to be brutal - and told him if I cried I'd get over and for him to keep being brutal. He laughed and said he had seen people cry, but he didn't think he was going to say anything to me that would make me cry. There were no tears, for the record.

Tonight when I was searching for info for this post, I ran across this on McCoy's site:

"Q: What advice do you have for young writers?
A: Believe in yourself and have something to say. Then, write. If you must take classes in how to write, that’s okay, but don’t let it stand in your way of actually writing for publication instead of a grade. Ditto with teaching writing instead of actually writing. Teaching writing is fine, but I see so many writing teachers who have no credentials – they’ve never sold anything, they’ve just earned grades for their work. There are exceptions, of course, but the best writing teachers I’ve had were writers first. Reaching an audience is important. And, I think so many people are waiting for somebody to give them permission to write. Their teachers, their family, an agent, a well-known novelist. This is deadly, because the only one who can really give you permission is yourself. Also, when you start regarding yourself as a writer, and acting accordingly, it shakes up the status quo. When it moves from the realm of just a hobby, this is going to bug the hell out of your family and friends, because it is threatening the status quo. Stick to your guns. Write with your heart. Also, in the sense of the word “young” writers, I’m addressing all beginning writers, no matter what age. Writing is one of the most democratic of pursuits. It doesn’t matter how old you are, or your education, or what you look like. What does matter is what you get down on the page, and expect to write around half a million words before you start writing publishable material."

I'm happy to say I'm way past the half a million words mark. I'm sure I've written far more than that longhand, much less what I've written on the keyboard. Thank goodness. Otherwise I'd find that pretty daunting. However, I'm sure he's not too far off the mark.
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Contemplative Mood

Driving home from Emporia today I took Highway 150, one of my favorite roads in Kansas. It's a real taste of the prairie.

I will confess, it took me a long time to appreciate the prairie, but it has a beauty all its own. It's much different than the verdant hills of Kentucky where I grew up. Those early years seem to shape us in multiple ways... they are always with us.

I was in a contemplative mood today and the scenery suited my thoughts. I'll have more to say later, but for tonight I want to go to bed and dream of the new life I'm making for myself.
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Found Story Writing Exercise

I'm attending a writing workshop this weekend. Yesterday one of the exercises resulted in some of us reading a short piece. Of course, as usual, I volunteered to read. I don't intend to be a busy-body - it just seems natural to me, what can I say?

The assignment was to use a "found story" and write about it in the present tense, then moving into something personal in the past tense.

Here's mine...

In the midst of accidental eavesdropping - at least that's how I like to think of it - I am listening to a tale of woe from the Applebee's booth behind me. The 26 year old man with the curly brown hair is lamenting the breakup of his seond marriage. His soon to be ex-wife is letting him continue to live with her and her two kids, as well as the most recent addition to the family - her lesbian lover.

He is heartbroken over the loss of his marriage, and talking about how much he loves being a husband and father. Twenty-five minutes in, his up-til-now quiet buddy says, "Jason, a man who wants to be a goat farmer oughta have either some land or some goats. You ain't got neither one. Boy, you ain't got nothing - no woman, no kids, no family. You better go find you a woman - one that wants a man - if you're gonna have what you say you want."

After I had nearly done an accidental spit-take as a result of my accidental eavesdroppping, I realized what great wisdom there was in the goat farmer analogy. Although I've never wanted to be a goat farmer, at one time I had wanted to be a singer. I went off to a college known for its music program, where I quickly realized my previous singing successes had been a result of the big fish/little pond phenomenon. Now I was with kids from Julliard and Eastman School of Music.

I knew ten minutes into my college career I was out of my league. But I persevered. At least for awhile. Then one day I realized I had neither the dedication nor the talent. In the band I was singing with I was one of the two people holding back the other three really talented folks. Looking back, I realize I was trying to be a goat farmer, with no land and no goats.

Writing More on the Novel

I'm attending a Writing Workshop this weekend. Just being able to focus on writing the novel is great. I've spent a little time tonight writing and hope to be able to do it some more throughout the weekend.

I was listening to a Sonic Theater podcast where a writer being interviewed said she learned to write anywhere, under any conditions. I need to develop that skill. I find it hard to write the novel without some extended time to focus. It would be so handy to be able to write at any time. Something to work on.

This is what I spent a few days amassing that I needed for my meeting yesterday. I don't really have a sense of how things went. I'll find out eventually. Hopefully all went well.

This sort of detail work hurts my brain. But, I got it done.

I'm taking tomorrow off and going to a writer's workshop. I haven't actually had a day off in quite some time. I haven't even done my laundry in over a week. Tonight I'm trying to catch up. I would like to have clean clothes to wear to this workshop - I know, I can be so picky.

My house is just a disaster area. I'm not sure how I can mess it up when I'm hardly in it. But, it's a gift, what can I say?
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Dr. Vreeland Coming Back to Hutchinson

Dr. Russell Vreeland, one of the scientists who discovered an ancient bacteria still living in salt in New Mexico, will be conducting similar research in Hutchinson, according to Linda Schmitt, Director of the Kansas Underground Salt Museum.

Vreeland was here a few weeks ago for the opening of an exhibit at the Kansas Underground Salt Museum featuring his work. The bacteria he and his colleagues discovered is the oldest living thing on Earth.

Vreeland recently received a grant from the National Science Foundation to sample salt in several mines to look for fluid inclusions that might contain bacteria. He will be coming to Hutchinson about once a month to research at the Kansas Underground Salt Museum.

The salt under Hutchinson is about 270 million years old, about 20 million years older than what was sampled in New Mexico. So, if bacteria is found here it would be even older than what was discovered earlier.

The exhibit at the Kansas Underground Salt Museum includes the original piece of salt from which the bacteria was taken and the petri dish in which it was "revived." If you're in the area, I urge you to go see the exhibit if at all possible. It's fascinating just to lay eyes on such things.



In the weeks since I interviewed Dr. Vreeland after his lecture here, and have had more time to think about it, I have come to appreciate him even more as I remembered him saying,  "The feeling we had when we saw it was humility. ... That is the oldest living thing on earth. Here's an organism that was alive 100 million years before the dinosaurs, you've got to respect it."

It's wonderful to see someone who still has a sense of awe about their work. I'm so thrilled he will be conducting research in Hutchinson. What a great opportunity for this community to have the chance to interact with a mind like his.

Museum staff are also talking to Dr. Vreeland about hosting some kid's dig camps next summer. They will probably be 3-5 days long and would entail mine safety training, digging for salt samples underground and classroom and lab instruction. 

Details are still being worked out, but it would possibly mean 1-2 days in class covering safety and mine layers, one day to examine crystals to see what they're looking for, and then a day to dig and another day to break the rocks and select some for samples.

Oh to be a kid... I wonder what the age limit on that is going to be...

(Photos from www.thelope.com - taken during Vreeland's visit a few weeks ago)
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Fork

Stick a fork in me... I'm done... at least for today. Thirty-one hours so far on this project that was supposed to take a day. I think they must have meant a "week." Unfortunately, I'm not done yet. So, I'll get up early in the morning to do more on it before my noon meeting. I knew this was more than a day's worth of work. Admittedly, I'm slow on detail stuff, but I can't be *this* slow compared to everyone else.

I'm so bleary-eyed I can barely focus on the screen. And exhausted. So I just have to sleep a few hours and get up and start again. Keep a good thought for me... I need it.

Working at My Desk

I spent the day hunched over my desk, working on a project that's due Wednesday. I'm not a detail person so this sort of work actually hurts my brain. I mean, physically, it's like my brain aches.

It also just wears me out. How using your brain sitting in a chair can make you physically tired is a mystery, but that's how it works, anyway. At least for me. This is one of those times I wish I could just pop a pill that would take care of my ADD for a few hours so I could focus. Then it would wear off and my brain would go back to jumping from one thing to another like it does naturally.

This afternoon I was so exhausted I took about 30 minutes to go walk in Carey Park. I intended to take some pix, but will next time.

I do so love my office. It's downtown, and those windows you see face Main Street, which is great. I think I've shown pix out the window before, but it has been awhile. I think the last time was during December's ice storm.

I took some pix inside my office when I was essentially living there for a few days during the ice storm. I thought I'd do my own survival guide for office living - hint: a coat rack can double as a clothes dryer - but I never got it done. Maybe before ice season, although I hope I never have need of this info again.

Well, I need to get some sleep. I have much I need to do tomorrow to finish up this project so I need a fresh mind..

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The Wind and The Pain

My friend, Jason, wrote the following on his blog the other day, and it really struck me. Jason will be graduating high school next year, but he's an old soul. He's a thinker. When you meet folks like that, you just know it, instantly. Such was the case when I met Jason at the first peace demonstration. We don't know each other well yet, but we've had a few conversations, and it's always interesting to talk to him.

"I feel as if my life should be lived in black and white. I should be in my twenties, living in a loft apartment. I am none of these things. I should smoke a pipe or cigars, and drink. I would drink something dark, straight from the bottle. I should look tired all the time. I should wear a wrinkled stained old brimmed hat. I do not do any of these things. ...  I should feel discontent with my life. I should have a wonderful story about the girl I love or once loved or thought I loved or something, and how I lost her. And how it hurt, and still hurts, every day of my life."

When I read this it struck me how much of this is still true for me today, even though I'm many years further down the road of life than Jason. Maybe this just speaks to my general lack of maturity, and lack of wisdom gained in those years. Or maybe it's because this is the essential nature of a creative soul.

Creative sorts are always searching, thinking, longing. For what? We're not sure. That changes practically daily, hourly. But we're longing. Aching. Wanting.

What do we do about this? Sometimes we wallow in the wanting. It feels right. We're big on going with our feelings. So, that's what we do. Sometimes we try to address whatever we think is making us miserable today. It's in those moments when we paint pictures and write letters and create businesses and dream. We always dream. Big dreams.

Sometimes, those dreams come true. And sometimes they fall apart, even as we try, desperately, to hold them together. They just dissolve and run through our fingers like fine sand.

Who among us hasn't felt the pain of a lost love that hurts every day? Well, I guess some people haven't. I know people who have only been in love once in their lives. But, the rest of us who didn't get married to our high school sweethearts (would have been hard for me since I didn't have one) can relate to that.

I've been in love more than once and it was love, not just like, not just lust, it was love - deep, abiding, soul-intensive, love. And then it was over. And since then it has hurt every day. At least every day so far. How long has it been since the first love? More years than I want to count. It was back in college, that first love, all those years ago...

Most of us, while in that state of raw pain, have drank straight from the bottle - dark or light or both - whatever was handy. Some also engage in other mind-altering substances to make it through. I suppose if you've lived your life so that you've never felt that longing, that aching, that you can't relate to needing to dull it on occasion.

In some ways I envy that. In other ways I pity that.

Somehow, we all make it through, without nearly as much discontent as one would expect, aside from the longing for something we can't identify that never goes away. But the raw pain of a lost love fades to a manageable level and eventually just becomes a part of who we are. We fold it into our selves. It's part of our being. We don't let it go because it's part of what shapes us as humans. The human we are. The human we're meant to be.

Eventually, the black and white becomes color, and we love again. In the meantime we're thankful for the dreams lived. I've been lucky. Oh, so lucky. I've gotten to live a lot of my dreams, some of which I couldn't even have named until I was in the midst of experiencing them. I've done things. I've met people. I've gone places. I've given into my whims. I've relished in the moment. I've laughed in the darkness and whispered in the morning light. But it all comes with a price.

The sweetness of a brown-eyed man holding me close while we faced into the wind blowing over us from the Mediterranean sea led to a bittersweet goodbye a few days later. But would I trade that moment of standing there on what I considered holy ground, his arms wrapped around me, to avoid that feeling of loss when we parted? No. It was worth it. No question about it. At least for me. I'm not sure he would say the same.

He was sweet. He thought he was in love. He wanted it to never end. But we both knew it would. For once I was the one more realistic about that. He wrote me long letters for many months after I came home, and each one had a bit of his soul poured out on the page. I always wrote him back, but mine were just letters. And he knew it and eventually stopped writing. Of course, then I missed it

I wonder if those days we spent together still hurt him. I hope not. If they do, I at least hope he thinks they were worth the pain.

I have these fantasies of seeing him again, meeting his wife and kids (surely he's married by now), and just witnessing his life in the future. Nothing more. Just to see what it looks like from the other side as you carry those moments of pain with you into the future, less raw but still real.

Some of us need intensity. We need to feel everything. We go full force all the time, and never look back with regret. We feel the wind and the pain, and we appreciate them both.

Thoughtful Conversation

I went to the peace demonstration today and enjoyed seeing everyone. That's Jon, David, Mason and Jason. Not only is it an opportunity to be visible for something I believe in - pointing out that we all need to strive for peace in our world - but it's also a chance to have thoughtful conversation.

Today Jon and I were talking about the art walk the other night and he said something that really resonated with me - one of the things that makes a city the kind of place you want to be is that they're doing things they don't have to do. That's so true. It's simple. It's straightforward. It's perfect. That, in a nutshell, is a hallmark of a city where you want to live.

In this community, as well as many others, there's much discussion about growth. The reason, of course, is simple. You want your taxes to go down? Get more people to move to your town to divide out the costs of your roads, schools, libraries and other services. Yes, you'll see some increase as you increase population. But there's a lot of room to grow before that becomes a losing proposition. Some towns are desperate enough they're giving away free land. We aren't  that desperate here. At least not yet.

Ultimately, towns are growing or they're dying. There really isn't an inbetween. "Static" means you're dying - costs are going up on all kinds of things and yet the number of people you have to pay for them is remaining constant. It doesn't take a Harvard economist to figure out that's a recipe for disaster in the long term.

I've been in multiple meetings and casual discussions where this topic comes up. Always, always, always, someone will say - we need to attract young people. Well, here's a young person - Jon is in his 20s - telling you exactly what you need to do. The problem is not knowing what to do, the problem is getting anyone to actually do it. And, for the record, Jon and I didn't talk about this beyond that original statement. The rest of this is just out of my brain and I don't want to besmirch his good name with any of it.

Part of that is having a community where innovative ideas can flourish. That requires a mindset that is sorely lacking in most institutional settings from cities to colleges to any other thing that is likely to involve a committee. It's not necessarily the fault of the individuals, it's the fault of the system. We have created a system that discourages creativity. Why? Because it's darned messy compared to the rote way of doing things. Budgets are made up of rows and columns of numbers that create line items. We like it that way. It's very straightforward. The last thing you want is some wild card coming in and suggesting doing something that doesn't fit neatly into a line-item. And, therein lies the problem. Because innovative ideas don't happen within line items. Well, not unless you're working for Enron.

Traditionally, I find innovative ideas follow this basic trajectory.
person a: Why don't we ......?
person b: Wow... that's an interesting idea... really innovative... that would certainly accomplish what we're talking about...
person c: Yeah... that's a great idea. But... it's too complex/expensive/difficult/political/fill in the raison d'etre of your choice
person a: I thought you were looking for innovative ideas... they're likely to be a little riskier by definition...
person d: Look, it's a great idea, but it's just too "out there" for the board/committee/council/organization/government/fill in the group of your choice to sign off on it
person c: Yeah, you're right... it will never work... it's a great idea but there's no point in thinking any more about that... Any more ideas, person a?
person a: Nope...(read: what is the point in wasting my breath to speak?)

I suppose part of the answer in this equation is that person a needs to work harder to convince people of the value of the idea. But after this repeats a few dozen times, person a simply stops having the conversation, much less repeating themselves. I've seen this happen over and over again.

Eventually, persons b, c, and d come to the mistaken conclusion and state for the record in yet another meeting, "oh, person a lost interest in the project..." No, person a gave up on you. Person a has moved on to another project, in the hopes that they will be interested in actually doing something. And eventually person a gives up on your community and moves on. And the cycle starts over again... we have to attract young people...

Ultimately, even the logic of "we have to attract young people is flawed," as almost every issue that involves the word "young" is, but that's another long blog post. I'll just sum up by saying that age is very rarely the real issue in any topic where it's used as the answer - from newspaper readership to technology usage - and as long as you keep saying age is a factor you won't ever discover the real issue and address it. Obviously, age is not something you can change. But, in those cases it's not age - it's attitude, which you can change, but no one ever works on it because they stopped at an answer that is the symptom not the cause. Again, a lack of innovative thinking.

But... back to this topic...

Innovative thinking isn't the difficulty for many people. I know lots of innovative thinkers. I could call a half dozen people together who could brainstorm some brilliant ideas for any town about how to get people to move there. The difficulty is in making them happen. Every innovative idea was impossible until someone did it. I'll be the first to admit that those of us who are given to coming up with off the wall ideas are not likely to be the ones that can make them happen. Everyone has strong suits, that's not generally a creative person's bent.

But, somewhere, there are innovative people with business minds who can make them happen. Unfortunately, we've created a system that beats them down so much that they give up. They're the ones who are pointing out why it won't work because they know the system. We have to find a way to open up the system so people can have the flexibility to allow creative ideas to flourish. That is the real problem. I wish I could fix it, but I don't have the mind to even understand it. I long for the day when someone who does have the mind for that can address it.

Of Grain Elevators and Harvest... of zucchini

I decided to spend part of my Friday night doing errands before everyone else is doing them this weekend. Does it seem to you that keeping track of daily life takes a lot of energy? It does to me. Just keeping things like food, toilet paper and other essentials within the four walls of my home requires attention.

As I was leaving the store tonight I noticed the sky was really interesting. It wasn't a particularly colorful sunset, but it was interesting cloud cover. I wanted to get a photo but there was nothing but stoplights and electrical wires where I was. However, as I approached the A Street exit off K-61, turning to come home, I noticed the grain elevator was make a nice silhouette against the sky. The cloud cover had changed a bit, but it was still pretty. Fortunately, there was no one behind me so I stopped to get a nice photo of it.

I'm incredibly thankful that I can locate, buy, and carry home all the essentials, as well as non-essentials, I want in my house. It's worth remembering that millions of people around the world would love to have the "problems" I have, and that I would be well advised to keep my whining to a minimum.

Speaking of essentials, I got my first "harvest" today - a zucchini plant from my little backyard garden. I couldn't really believe it was there since when I looked a few days ago I swear it was only about three inches long. Anyway, I pulled it off trying to investigate it. Generally, I don't like to pick vegetables until I'm ready to use them. I love the idea of getting dinner from the plant to plate in less than an hour. But, that's not the case this time.

However, I'm pretty impressed the zucchini looks good. I've never grown them before, but I knew they grew fast. Fortunately, my neighbor LaVonda told me the other day when I asked that she loves zucchini. At the rate they're going, they'll be growing over the fence into her yard in no time at all.

Much like the raspberry bush I planted a couple of years ago that's now in Bob's garden and very little of it on my side of the fence. I feel awful that it crawled over onto their side. But, nothing I can do about it. I didn't realize that was a problem when I planted it near the fence. Now I know.

Not sure how I'm going to enjoy the first fruits of the garden this season. Considering I only planted this less than a month ago I wasn't really prepared to be thinking about it what to do with zucchini. But, the time has arrived. Maybe I'll see what I can pick up at the farmer's market tomorrow that will go with it.

I also have quite a few green tomatoes on my plants, and I noticed tonight I've got a few volunteer tomato plants coming up, too. I am looking forward to having fresh tomatoes out of my own little patch.

Happiest Day of the year is today

June 20th is the happiest day of the year. So, if you're not happy, get happy! You don't want to mess with academia's expectations, do you?!?!?!?

Cliff Arnall, a psychologist and former tutor at Cardiff University, was commissioned by Walls Ice Cream to carry out the study. He came up with the equation O + (N xS) + Cpm/T + He. O stands for being outdoors and outdoor activity, N is connection with nature, S is socialization with neighbors and friends, Cpm stands for childhood positive memories, T is the mean temperature which is now usually warm, and He is holiday expected.

The fact that June 20 is a Friday helps. I think all of the "happiest days" since he came up with his "formula" have been on Fridays. This one almost slipped by without my notice. Thank goodness I caught it before it was too late to enjoy the happiest day. I could have missed it, what with being completely overwhelmed with work. Good thing it's the happiest day. Otherwise I might be upset. Can't do that now, I suppose.

This formula also allows for calculating the most depressing day of the year which usually falls around the end of January. But, why dwell on this sort of unpleasantness and mar the Happiest Day of the Year?

Now, go forth and be happy!
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Downtown Art Walk in Hutchinson

Tonight was the first (hopefully annual) Downtown Art Walk in Hutchinson, Kansas. That's Don Fullmer explaining the process he used to create these really wonderful curtains he had hanging up. That's Teresa on the left.

Don and I are on a board together, but  I had not been to his studio before. It's a lovely open space. I couldn't resist taking some pix around the place - with his permission, of course.

After Don's Teresa and I both went to the far end of main, to Jennifer Randall's studio. It's a great space. Jon Dennis was scheduled to play tonight so I got a chance to chat with him while he was on a break and to hear him play.



Hopefully I'll be able to go to the peace demonstration on Saturday. That's where I first met Jon and also Mikaela, who I got to say hello to tonight. I didn't get a chance to visit with her. Frankly, I'm a little out of it. I slept three hours last night - literally. I worked all night, going to bed at 7:30 this morning and then got up at 10:30. So, I wasn't exactly at my best tonight.

I wanted to go to more of the locations, but I needed to come back home and work on things for the garden tour.

I had lunch with Jade, and then Teresa and I went to get a bite tonight. I wanted to do more of the art show. It was fun to run into a lot of people I knew. Pity I didn't get to chat with all of them. But, even I am sleep deprived at only three hours - so it's probably best I focus on getting my work done.

Next year I'll try to be better prepared for the tour. It was a lovely evening - cool enough that it was pleasant to be outside. There was live music at various spots downtown and lots of people out enjoying the event. I didn't even go to Jeanette's studio, which is next door to my office, because I was just out of time to have fun. I only did the two studios at opposite ends so I didn't get the full effect because I wasn't walking, as the name "art walk" would imply. I missed out on some fun because of that. I'll remember that for next year. At least I did get to enjoy some of the experience.

Read to Save the World

SciFi channel's Visions for Tomorrow initiative asked fans to pick the "Top Things You Must Read, Watch and Do to Save the World." Wired reported that the "top three planet-saving activities were reading, recycling and registering to vote."

And what should you read?

1. 1984 by George Orwell


2. The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells


3. Dune by Frank Herbert


4. The Time Machine by H.G. Wells


5. I, Robot by Isaac Asimov   


6. The Stand by Stephen King      


7. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury   


8. 2001: A Space Odyssey by Arthur C. Clarke


9. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley


10. The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton
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Tea Set from Korea

A few weeks ago I had a lovely email from my cousin Mike. Mike told me he was going to send me a tea set he bought while he was in Korea. He had bought it for his mom, but she died before he had a chance to give it to her. He said it was just sitting on a shelf in his closet and he didn't know what to do with it. He knew from reading my blog that I love tea, so he said he wanted to send it to me.

When I got a slip in the mailbox that I had a parcel I couldn't imagine what it was. When I went yesterday to pick it up and saw the return address I knew what it was.

My inclination was to just rip it open, but I put it on the dining room table, to wait until I had a moment where I could savor the unpacking. Something bought for a mother should be treated with respect.

So, late in the day, I sat down and cut open the package to find a shoe box carefully packed to cushion this box with its delicate cargo.

I love the graceful lines of this teapot, as well as the beautiful green color. It's a gorgeous set and I'm honored Mike sent it to me. He warned me I might not want to drink out of it since it was made in Korea and the lead content might be high, particularly since I'd be drinking an acidic beverage from it, which makes the danger of lead worse. However, that doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. It's a lovely curio and I'm so thankful to have it. What a lovely surprise.
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What do you do when you're upset

What do you do when you're upset?

I tend to take a drive - well, I did - before gas was $3.83 a gallon. I may have to rethink that one. Sometimes I go out and take a long walk, particularly if there's sunshine but it's not too hot or two cold. Sometimes I take a long bubble bath. There's something magic about washing away the residue of whatever has upset me.

These would probably fall into the category of "self-soothing techniques." Isn't that a fancy way of explaining what you do when you're upset? Why must everything have a sophisticated name that doesn't really say anything? I've become convinced every field has its jargon that serves no purpose other than to exclude others, and make divisions within a profession. Who's "in the know" and who's not.

One of the best ways to deal with anything that upsets me is to take action to address whatever it is. Unfortunately, in some cases, that's just possible for one reason or another. And sometimes I can't even figure out what to do, much less do it.

I'm in that position tonight. So, I'm just pushing through what's on my plate since I can't figure out anything brilliant to do to address the root problems. Maybe I'll dream the answer. Or maybe tomorrow life will present a solution I could never have foreseen tonight as I sit here typing. That would be lovely. I'm ready for a happy solution.
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Separation

I had lunch with Teresa today and one of our topics of conversation was Tim Russert's untimely death. Teresa loves politics and, like me, appreciated Russert's insight. It was interesting that we felt the need to process it. It seems everyone does.

Later today I had an email from Susan, who was in DC visiting family when Russert died. Her brother works at NBC and often worked with Russert, but was on vacation that day to attend a family graduation. Susan said right after graduation his phone started ringing with the news. She said she drove by NBC on Sunday to see the memorials, finding at least 10 cars parked on the street with people getting out to read the memorials or to place a remembrance on the spot.

Some time ago when I was at Susan's farm, the subject of Meet the Press came up. I didn't know her brother worked on the show. At the time, Susan told me that when her mother was celebrating her 80th birthday that Russert visited with her after the show and posed for a photo with her. He was the gracious soul to her that everyone describes him being. How many times have we heard that story in the last few days? And yet I never tire of hearing it, in whatever permutation it shows up.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the six degrees of separation and how the experiment showed it was more like 3.7 degrees of separation. It occurred to me this is a perfect illustration of the principle. I had absolutely no connection to Russert, and yet there were two people connecting us - Susan and her brother. It serves to point out to me again just how much of a small world this is. And maybe that's why this public mourning can be so intense for us, why we feel a loss even though we have no personal connection to the person. It's interesting to think about, isn't it?
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What Will People Say About You When You're Gone

I've been thinking a lot lately about what people say about you when you're gone. It's spurred on by the remembrances of Tim Russert, of course. People have wonderful things to say about him. Although people are usually hesitant to speak ill of the dead, when this many people are saying similar good things, you know there's truth in it.

His friends, colleagues, former rivals and others have told wonderful stories of his kindnesses professional and personal. Rick Sanchez told a story the other night that in a former job, when he really didn't know what he was doing, Russert was the one well-known journalist who never gave him a disparaging look or anything other than respect when he was trying to learn. Many colleagues, including Campbell Brown, have told stories of Russert being very generous professionally, giving them tips that would make them look good to the higher-ups. Numerous people have mentioned personal notes arriving at just the right time - after a parent's death, a child's recuperation from an illness or the celebration of an accomplishment. 

This public grief is a fascinating thing. I thought of it when Gerald Ford died, and also when Reagan died. It's almost as if we get to truly know the person after they're dead. Why is that? Doesn't that seem backwards? How do we learn to appreciate the people in our lives now, today, while we can still interact with them?

Aside from remembering the person who is gone, this mourning process gives us an opportunity to think about ourselves in this context. What would people say about us? While most of us are not going to have many hours of network news time devoted to us, or The Boss dedicating a song to our memory, its nonetheless valuable to consider what people would say about us based on the lives we're leading.

Facebook has an app now called "Honesty Box," where people can leave anonymous comments saying what they think about you. It's a great idea. Unfortunately for me, few people I know are actually on Facebook so I don't think it would be very helpful.

I guess the other question is do you want to know what people think about you. I think the answer to that is "yes." It gives you an opportunity to increase the positive things you're doing and to change some of the less desirable ones. It also would give you an opportunity to see if there are perceptions of you that are untrue, which may mean you're not expressing yourself well. That may or may not be worth addressing, but it's valuable to know.

This season of mourning has left me questioning what people would say about me if I were suddenly departed. Would anyone have anything positive to say? How would they remember our interaction? Would there be remembrances of times spent together? What would people say?

Long Term Career

I had a note from a friend - well, more of an acquaintance - tonight, saying she was honored at a national convention recently for being in her position for more than 25 years. She was questioning whether or not that was a good thing. I'm not sure, myself.

Being in a job for a long time means you have a depth of knowledge a newcomer just can't profess. But someone new to the job comes in with the idea that anything is possible. They're not bound by the awareness of what hasn't worked in the past. That's especially true for people starting in a completely different field who are learning from the ground up and can incorporate information from their previous careers. But, they also have to learn the basics.

I've been in both positions - staying in a job for a long time, and being new to a field and completely clueless. Both have advantages and disadvantages.

I guess, to some degree, it comes down to the approach of the business. Do you want to stay the course or find new ways of doing things?

If it's a place where innovation is desired, it's worth the cost of the newbies learning what they're doing. They'll bring a fresh perspective. They'll experiment. They'll bring in ideas from other fields where they've worked. If it's a business where keeping the status quo is desirable then you want to hang onto those employees who will finish out their careers with your company. They have the knowledge. They can do most of the job by rote. They will do what they do well for years to come.

It's interesting to think about.
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Tim Russert Dead at 58

Tim Russert is dead at 58. Russert was the host of NBC's "Meet the Press," and collapsed while working on material for the show, and died at the hospital afterwards.

More important than being the host, he was the managing editor of the show, which meant that he was making decisions about what would be on it.

For anyone who has been a journalist, you appreciate seeing someone do it so well. Russert did it well. Very well.

He had a gift, and it is truly a gift, for interviewing people. It's a little appreciated skill these days. Current TV "journalists" would have us believe that interviewing is little more than trying to talk louder than the other person to get your viewpoint across.

A good interviewer listens. They listen hard. And they listen more. Then they wait. Then they listen some more. THEN they talk. It's a hard skill to develop. One of the greatest compliments anyone has given me in recent years was relayed by Mark when I sent the Greensburg story audio last year. He said one of his experienced colleagues remarked, "She's good... She can listen and wait... It's rare... She's good." 

Tim Russert was far more than good, he was extraordinary at interviewing. He brought a depth of knowledge to political discussions that's unmatched. That voice and that mind will be missed.

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Quote of the Day

You cannot be lonely if you like the person you're alone with.
~ Wayne Dyer