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storms storm in #2

Cayuga Lake

Cayuga Lake

Cayuga Lake via iPad

Cayuga Lake via iPad

there is perhaps nothing like the impending storm

those moments when fear paralyzes us as we look
to the safe harbor
the sun shining a moment ago, the clouds now gathering
the distant rains far,but in sight
brace ourselves for the winds that will come
the rains that will beat us down
relentless
until once again, the clouds part
and the sun welcomes us to its warm embrace
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October 19, 2014 Posted by | Country living inspired Ithaca, Photos | , , , | 1 Comment

Two famous Tommys…reading Vanity Fair on a Sunday morn and reflecting on pulsars

Tommy Hilfiger is from my hometown, Elmira, NY. When we were teens, my friends and I would venture into his store, People’s Place, and buy gorgeous, modern sweaters. We were oblivious to the bong shop in the back.
Tommy Hilfiger is older and I do not know him personally, but I know his family members. His father, Hippo, was a sweet man who repaired jewelry at the fancy Shriebman’s Jewelers. His sister, Didi, coached me, with all her sweet might, during my failed attempt to make the junior high cheerleading team. When I taught, two of Tommy’s nephews were in my classroom: great kids and down to earth.

In my early 20s, reading Vanity Fair…I almost fell off my seat when I saw an advertisement for Tommy Hilfiger clothes… who knew that when he moved to NY City, he’d make it? I was impressed and the rest is history.

When I moved to Ithaca, where everyone knows famous people, or at least one famous person, in some field, I use to mention my Tommy connection. It fell on unimpressed ears. One friend said, “Oh, yeh, his first wife went to high school with me.”

My husband, Radames, the science teacher, who swept me away to our home, a perpetual science lab, said to me,

“You know, these people, these sports people and Tommy Hilfiger types, they don’t alter human history, and they make so much money. It is the people who study and add to knowledge that matter, for example, Sir Fred Hoyle, Sir Hermann Bondi, and then he’d rattle off some other names, and something about the golden age of physics.”

In the summer of 2003 I applied, through Cornell University’s temporary service office, for any old job. I received a call from the Center for Radiophysics and Space Science and an administrator described a position: memoir assistant to Professor Thomas Gold. He received a grant to finish his memoirs and she thought I might be a good fit for the job.

I took it and that day ran out to meet Radames in the driveway, he approached the house,

“Guess who I am working for this summer? Thomas Gold.” He took a step back: “You are going to work for Thomas Gold?”
“Yes,” he moved a step forward and then two backward. “You are going to work for the Thomas Gold?!”
“Yes,” I said, my giggle bordering on nervousness, Radames moved forward again:
“You are going to work for Thomas Gold! The Gold of Bondi, Hoyle, and Gold!!”

…oh, now, I remembered Gold was the other name. Finally, an impressed husband and an impressive Tommy and suddenly, a very nervous me.

I absolutely loved working for Thomas Gold but those stories are for another day. We did finish the memoirs within the year and shortly before his death.~~~~~~~

Time moves forward, I rarely mention my Tommy connections…if I mention Hilfiger, people shrug , if I mention Gold, people want to know what he did, and I never explain the science very well. I have found myself at one too many cocktail parties trying to explain pulsars, my husband bailing me out while the conversation partner just stares at me, deer in the headlights.

But on a hot August day a few years ago, while walking through the streets of Manhattan with my  friend from grad school, something very interesting happened. We often brainstorm about how we might make our millions, dreaming for the most part, but on that day, after my frequent intermittent stops into air-conditioned sanctuaries, I said,

“We should go into the Tommy Hilfiger store, I could see if any of his relatives are around that might remember me. Hey, who knows, maybe they would hire you as a model?”
He laughed and I said, “Did I ever tell you that Tommy Hilfiger is from Elmira and my connection to him?”

He slowed in his mid-town tracks,

“Claire you never told me you knew Tommy Hilfiger… how come you never told me!” Still stunned, he just said, “Wow!”

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October 12, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | , , | 1 Comment

The Smitten Kitchen Moms Apple Cake

This is a delicious cake…it takes awhile to bake, 1.5 hours, but it is loaded with apples and delicious.IMG_0800.PNG

I pulled the recipe off the web at: smittenkitchen.com/blog/2008/09/moms-apple-cake/”>http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2008/09/moms-apple-cake/

September 28, 2014 Posted by | Country living inspired Ithaca, Photos, The Stories | | Leave a comment

I’m Moby and this is what I do

Hi I'm Moby, the one with the face tilted, my day goes like this..
Moby looking quizzical_o

Moby and Macadew

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I get up

I look at my food, walk away and sit in front of Radames

I wait, I wait, I stare…ok, he ain’t going to pat me, I will see about that…I hit him with my right paw til I get action…LOVE.

Claire comes down, repeat, but oh, Radames is leaving…well I think he is, I eye the door, maybe he isn’t, eye the door, nope he is.

I paw Claire; harder and then my ascent begins until I’m almost on her lap and she is reaching for that squirt bottle.

Next…walk or nap or go outside?

I like it outside…I do my business and then I sit and I look, its a wonderful world…the cars go over the rumble bump,

the neighbors pull in the driveway, the squirrel runs across the path.  It smells so good near the phlox.

Patrol time comes next, in the house now, I follow who ever is roaming around…sometimes Claire, mostly its Macadew, my brother, the pack leader.

He likes to stare at squirrels: this gets boring;

so I look out the window…I hop up on my little stool, put my head on the sill and stare out…I watch Radames gazing into his coi poind and the butterflies eating the nectar in the dahlias.

By now its noon time and nap time…back room, sunny spot, old rug —  I’m good to go until 3 and my 2nd little meal.

Then they eat, they putter in the kitchen, I like to hang out and watch…waiting for the little scraps that may fall from the chopping block;

usually I get tired of sitting, so I lay down.

If they try to squeeze by me, I just lie, they try to open up the frig, I’m motionless, they tell me to move, I don’t.

Sitting, resting supine, is great… people out there: running here, running there when wherever you go, there it is

the big, wide, wonderful world, right where you are.

There is more to say, but its late, time to go sleepy time…one biscuit and a big old chair with a white blanket…I’m on my way.

Moby sitting

Moby next to Macadew

September 24, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | | Comments Off

Bee balm and Facebook in the mist

bee balm unedited

bee balm unedited

I took this photograph in the summer, surrounded by bee balm

today I tried to make something of it that represents how Facebook can feel

to me

lovely in its color, but distorted, liquified, watered down

not quite true, as if all the world really existed like it does on Facebook

and then of course, ephemeral,

gone, like the bee balm with nothing to show

except that moment of excitement with a liked post, a beautiful pic of family,

a message from a friend thousands of miles away

or

the parties I have not been invited to

or weddings I could not attend due to whatever

and all the delicious recipes I don’t have time to make

…this is my reminder to turn the volume down Facebook, to call a friend, have a party, and bake.

 

Beebalm 2014

Beebalm 2014

September 23, 2014 Posted by | Communications, Country living inspired Ithaca, Photos | , , | 2 Comments

My Rural Broadband Journey

claireaperez:

a great cartoon to go with my book review, thanks to the Net Economy

Originally posted on the Net economy:

BOOK REVIEW

My Rural Broadband Journey: the one year trail to high-speed, Author: Claire Perez.

By Claire Perez – I wrote a blog about my quest for rural broadband and it is now a book.

I live ten miles from Cornell University and .6 miles from a wired connection to high-speed.  In 2011, wanting to utilize my recent Communications degree from the Park School at Ithaca College, I realized I was doomed without high-speed Internet.

I decided that I would drill down and find out what stood between our home and that wired connection, .6 miles down the road.  I thought a blog would be a good vehicle for recording my findings.

I began locally:  what did our local cable company really mean by a “survey to see how much we would have to pay for a connection? what was the franchise agreement with our local government? and…

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September 4, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | Leave a comment

#self publishing: News releases, ugh! Tellagami:-), and Free Sunday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Number 1

There is a great deal one could write about self publishing.  It is not the book that is hard, it is the marketing.  Especially if you are trying to save money.  I wanted to send out a press release and was hesitant to pay the $79 requested at most reputable sites.  I then embarked on finding a free site, which to my dismay, after setting up an account, seemed a bit too sketchy.  I goggled it and found nothing good or bad, so I decided to try my hand at the DIY method.

The DIY method takes much too much time.  First you have to find a newspaper site, then you have to hunt around for the editor that would be appropriate and hope that you can also find his or her email address.  I did do this and I did find a few people to email about my free book promotion this Sunday, August 31 on Kindle.   In the future, however, I will probably be using the $79 service.

 

Number 2

I found a great resource to promote my book, a Tellagami…so much fun to make.  You just upload a picture for the background, pick one character who you can dress up, and then design a 30 second statement for him, or her, to recite.  There are a choice of 4 different voices for each sex or you can record your own voice.  I made two, one appeared in my last blog post, but here is one I prefer because it shows some of our landscape.

 

Number 3

My book, My Rural Broadband Journey, the one year trail to high-speed,  is free on Sunday, the 31st of August and if you don’t have Kindle, you can download it to your PC, Mac, tablet, iPad, iPhone or SmartPhone.  Here is my book:  http://www.amazon.com/My-Rural-Broadband-Journey-high-speed-ebook/dp/B00M7HP7O8

 

http://www.amazon.com/My-Rural-Broadband-Journey-high-speed-ebook/dp/B00M7HP7O8

Citizen Pens Memoir

August 29, 2014 Posted by | #self publishing, Rural broadband | , , | Leave a comment

Sunday promotion: My Rural Broadband Journey

https://tellagami.com/gami/TRB0WX/https://tellagami.com/gami/TRB0WX/

August 26, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | Leave a comment

on foley, and freelancers as humans

claireaperez:

This is an excellent blog about the need for greater financial support of American journalists in troubled lands.

Originally posted on Kaitlin Ugolik:

Photo Credit: Nicole Tung http://www.nicoletung.com/

Photo Credit: Nicole Tung
http://www.nicoletung.com/

When I was in journalism school, I read and heard from a lot of  journalists with a hunger to chase the biggest, most important, and most dangerous stories around the world. They chose the reporter path to get them overseas and into war zones, natural disasters and extreme events with their camera and notebook as quickly and as often as possible. Few of them seemed to do it for fame; they enjoyed the chase, the adrenaline rush, the feeling that their work was really doing something, really having an impact, telling stories no one else could tell.

That was never what drew me to the field. In fact, I would say I’m on the other end of the same field, playing a different game. I’m more of a “stick close to home, make some calls, meet people in coffee shops, ruminate on words for long thoughtful…

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August 21, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | Leave a comment

a tellegami

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August 18, 2014 Posted by | The Stories | 1 Comment

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