Sunday, April 30, 2006

Take a Walk in Sudanese shoes


Fellow traveller,

Sudan is part of the great OTHER--
the easy-to-be-distracted-from pain of people living in Darfur.

I would like to ask your help, though.

Take a walk

outside your own daily struggles, and if you can-- take a minute today, make a call on behalf of people who have no other hope than our voices saying no more genocide in Sudan.

Save Darfur


Thanks for stopping by.

TSC


TSC

Friday, April 21, 2006

Salmon Nation gets a Boost from Columbia Winery

Good news!

Columbia Winery is launching a campaign to protect wild Pacific Salmon in April.

Good Nature's Pacific Salmon of North America artful portrait of all five wild salmon by award winning artist Dugald Stermer graces the premier Northwest winery's case cards on display nationwide.

Columbia Winery is contributing a portion of sales from this campaign to the good people at Ecotrust who are working hard to protect Salmon Nation.

Spread the word. Saving salmon habitat means saving our habitat -- and the pleasure of grilling a wild Alaska King salmon on a warm summer day, glass of Columbia Winery pinot noir (for me) in hand. Circles of sustainability should all be this tasty!

"The Pacific Salmon of North America print captures the tenacity and beauty of Pacific salmon and steelhead like no other. It should hang in schools, homes, and the offices of elected officials -- to give notice that these fish are worth fighting for!"

Guido Rahr, Executive Director, Wild Salmon Center

best fishes,


Timothy

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Resurrection poem by Wendell Berry

Manifesto:
The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

by Wendell Berry

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it.

Denounce the government and embrace
the flag. Hope to live in that free
republic for which it stands.
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man
has not encountered he has not destroyed.

Ask the questions that have no answers.
Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.

Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world. Laugh.
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts.
So long as women do not go cheap
for power, please women more than men.

Ask yourself: Will this satisfy
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep
of a woman near to giving birth?

Go with your love to the fields.
Lie down in the shade. Rest your head
in her lap. Swear allegiance
to what is nighest your thoughts.

As soon as the generals and the politicos
can predict the motions of your mind,
lose it. Leave it as a sign
to mark the false trail, the way
you didn't go.

Be like the fox
who makes more tracks than necessary,
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

"Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front" from The Country of Marriage, copyright ® 1973 by Wendell Berry, reprinted by permission of Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, Inc.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Save Darfur



You can change the world-- whenever I think about Darfur, I hear my Granny's voice -- a real servant to others in the best of all ways -- with love and deep belief in the power of caring for others less fortunate.

She would say "There but for the grace of God, go I" -- so help yourself and someone you don't know in Darfur. Save Darfur

Thanks! And spread the word-- we can save thousands of lives by stpping genocide today. We shall overcome the madness.

basta.

Tim

Monday, April 10, 2006

Organic Inc. by Sam Fromartz



Sam Fromartz

Solid writer -- fine new book -- available at your favorite independent bookstore or Amazon

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Natural Wonders: Smithsonian photo contest inspiring

The Love Nest
Smithsonian photo contest witnesses the miracle of life

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Antje Duvekot -- Feeling great: Just had an Aurgasm




Great music needs to be played and heard often. Antje Duvekot brings soul, intelligence, and her melodic storytelling -- bearing witness to life, love, work and persistence.

Midlife poses frequent opportunities to pun, have fun.

Bless the good people at Aurgasm for turning me onto Antje Duvekot.

I have wished she would find her way out west -- wonderful lyrics, guitar -- reminds me of Joni Mitchell before she was famous -- when she wrote songs for Judy Collins and other far out people.

And guess what? She is playing Seattle this weekend: April 8 at Phinney Ridge Community Center.

check Antje out for yourself.

Enjoy.

Timoteo

The 23rd Qualm

23rd Qualm
(Written by a retired Methodist minister)

Bush is my shepherd; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control, they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the presence of thy religion.
Thou anointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall follow me all the days of thy
term,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement forever.