Our house is a very very nice

house…with lots of plants and lots of dreams…

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if the Bloodline Rayburns had therapy: …SPOILER!!

if the Bloodline Rayburns only had therapy: a case-by-case scenario of possibility…SPOILER!!  (Note:  you probably won’t get it if you haven’t watched the series, so pop yourself some popcorn and come on back when you have watched it.)

Papa Rayburn, heaIMG_2663d demon, would not have broken Danny’s arm because Sarah would not have drowned. Sarah would not have drowned because when Sally and Robert had marital problems they would have talked about their feelings and had real conversations with their children.

Danny, the scapegoat, would have become a chef and paid for his own therapy and rehab. He then would have realized these screwballs’ image of him was just that, an image, and he would have peeled off the garbage to his inner soul. When he went home to visit, he would have driven himself and paid for the gas. He would not engage with the family’s storyline about him and would have earned John’s respect.

Meg Rayburn would have married Marco, had many children, stopped boozing it up and led both AA meetings and Course in Miracles workshops.

Kevin would have told John to f_off the first time he tried to fix it for Kevin. This would have prevented Kevin from having to help John cover up Danny’s murder. Kevin and Val and Rocky could have still escaped to Cuba but Kevin would have taken responsibility for all the details, for sure he wouldn’t have missed turning off Val’s GPS on her phone.

John would have stopped being the hero, cheered up, and individuated from the  Rayburn’s eventually putting Dick Gilbert in Federal prison for drug trafficking.

Sally would have watched reruns of Carrie and released her claws from the backs of her children.

Well, as they say…would-a, could-a, should-a

 

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And other. Stories that its about
Capizzi…I love your lights and pizza
Surreal
I know: it is an art museum
Goodmorning New York, it is 5:30am
That is my husband😜
Shop before sunrise
Sunday in Bryant Park

I have a better idea said General Silveria

and he proceeded to give ideas to his air force cadets about how they could stop partaking in the bigotry found written on the premises’ doors.  Loudly and clearly, with no apology, he assumed leadership.  He took a risk, he spoke out, and he concluded “if you can’t treat someone with dignity and respect: get out.” There is a bottom line… leadership with moral clarity! a drop of hope!

I have noticed since the 2016 election a new boldness among people and institutions to nonchalantly take their power to new heights. It includes racism and it includes a trampling of basic human dignity.  I have had some better ideas this week:

1. All you Masters of the Universes out there, when you are riding your bike against the light across an intersection with your headphones on, and someone beeps at you to save your life, don’t turn around and give your protector the finger. Rather, thank them for reminding you to slow down before you are killed in a motor vehicle accident.

2. For government agencies, do not make excuses for the company deliberately spraying my friend with manure.  There is no moral or ethical ground to stand on when you blame the victim’s signage for getting sprayed on his own land.

3.I have an idea, let’s think about why Ms. Walton (Walmart) , is one of the richest woman in the world with $38.4 billion. Of course she is, she is part of the beneficiary of the best redistribution scheme going.  Walton pays her workers low wages, they need supplemental services like Medicaid and Earned Income and Child Tax Credit to survive….they get those from the taxpayers. The disappearance of the middle class is in part due to the redistribution of weath from the high-end middle class worker to the low-end middle class worker.

For details see Forbes, April 2017: No matter the town or city, if you have a Walmart in your community, you are paying a Walmart Tax. In fact, a single Walmart Supercenter is estimated to cost taxpayers between $904,542 and $1.74 million per year in public assistance money.

For Walmart, this represents tens of millions of dollars in savings, all on the backs of US taxpayers and workers.

Finally, I have an idea about deregulation.    What needed regulation in the economy was the corporation:  the nonperson, party with a capitalist mandate to act in ITS own self interest to maximize the gain to the entity by using as few resources as possible.  In order to do this, the earth, the giver of our existence, has become a vehicle to the corporate end.  This year, our Fingerlakes have seen poisonous algae blooms linked to a disproportionate amount of fertilizer in the water that runs off from farms.  How long can this go untapped in the name of efficiency?  How long can we survive without more regulation of the insatiable wants and needs of man?

I have an idea….let us cut through the bs and start holding people (and their corporate representatives) truly accountable. Let’s applaud those government and education leaders who take a risk to call out injustice, look it directly in the eye, and make a statement.

And the next time the Master of the Universe sticks his middle finger up at us, let us stop, pause, and think, would it not be better to flash a poster of a peace sign than to retaliate in kind?peace-sign

 claireaperez

 

 

there are 6 million stories in the naked city & there are other stories

AND OTHER STORIES
& other stories… along 5th avenue…photoshop

My husband, Radames, and I walked from our hotel to our bus stop in Manhattan at 5:30am on Monday.  My mind is packed  with many stories from that trip but I can’t write a single one.  I tried last night, they all spin into mush.  I can think of their titles, but waxing on in detail seems boring.  I think that if I am bored, you probably will be too.

Below, the titles swishing through my mind:

Sometimes the best way to spend a day is sitting in a park in the middle of NY talking

Sometimes trip apps work:  they wanted pizza, I found PIZZA: Capizzi

The early morning hours of NY:  Walt Whitman “I hear America singing” ~ the push cart station & the guy with a cell phone in each hand

It took me 22 years to get my husband to the city and he had so much fun

Mario, I really, really wanted to go to Eataly but you hung up on me twice

YELP doesn’t always work:  We walked to Mr. Deng’s 5 Star Restaurant & it was gone

THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING AT NIGHT:  Brother Bill, you should market that picture, it is really, really hard to get an excellent one 

THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING AT NIGHT: you can hear a pin drop on the 86th Floor in the liminal moment between day and night

CABBIES OF NY:  Check your GPS would you! Stranded and exhausted on an Avenue 

WHOLE FOODS:  Unisex bathrooms suck if they aren’t designed right

ONE MOMENT~looking at a high rise and then a homeless person cuddled on the side of the road, we are all nothing and everything at once

There are over  6 Million Stories in the Naked City and all I can write today are the headlines

 

 

Reverence for a teacher

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Memorial behind  McGraw Hall, Cornell

Behind my office at Cornell University, or rather to the side and behind the imposing statue of Ezra Cornell, sits this memorial to a professor .

I have created the narrative of slow thoughtful research for this professor. I see him with drawings and diagrams all hand drawn as he passes knowledge from one generation to another.

In my mind’s eye, this professor is hiking around our towns, stopping to point his finger at a phenomenon in the natural world. His students stand still, quiet, holding his words, filing them carefully for another time to be accessed on their own hikes.

I hear a quiet peaceful noise when I stop by this monument to this teacher. I think it is nice and kind that he remains here to remind us all of what can be learned in silent, steady, peaceful observation.

I note well that this monument, this glacial rock, has stood still during my 2 plus years at this job. Still and motionless as my life progresses on faster than I ever imagined in the springtime of adulthood.

 

The Unsung – a post by Kathy Mapes

tom-and-kathyMy friend Tom Speros was a connoisseur of the unsung–Jeff Bridges (“You [non-actors] have no idea how good he is.”), the responsible reporting of minority news by the Minneapolis Star Tribune, the burgeoning politics of his left-leaning niece Gwen, and the well-crafted detective fiction of Elmore Leonard. He had an artist’s eye for talent that […]

via The Unsung — ithacalansing

for the love of a husband, Radames Perez

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“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”

Happy Father’s Day to a lovely husband
who when Two roads diverge in a wood, takes the one less traveled by
and it is the highest one

he feeds, walks, and medicates our dogs which I insisted
we get
he loves his children
he loves his sisters and their children
he loves my family
he gardens and reads Amazon Kindle books at night
Cicero, he says, had it right:
“If you have a garden and a library, you have everything you need.”

he is not an apologist
he is loved by most people
about his former spouse, he only reports that she is a gentle soul
and that her belief in him made all the difference
(girls…this is the kind of man you want to marry)

he holds hurtful people with grace and tenderness
“we are all broken,” he says

he demands little of life and people
and is so delighted at each of their offerings
“that was so sweet that they brought the fruit”

he lets me fight my own battles
but holds bad words about me to account
and asks that I too be gentle with the universe
“don’t paint things and people with broad stokes”

There is so much more…Happy Father’s Day Ram!

**for the love of a husband is a phrase associated with my blog on analytics. but I never wrote that phrase until now

I keep thinking of used car salesmen

when I watch the news these days

how we turn  our cars over to them, the ones we don’t want or the ones causing us problems, it’s easier to take a loss than fix a broken car

salesmen shine things up for us…make things appear what they aren’t…kind of like Roy Kroch’s McDonald’s milkshake (his corporate version)

it looks like a milkshake, tastes like a milkshake, feels like a milkshake, but it’s not…its some packaged material designed to make somebody money

the used car salesmen smile brighter than the light bouncing off their shiny cars.               they have you at the door, they invite you in, you take the bait

not because you are stupid                                                                                                             but because you don’t know anything about cars                                                                       you didn’t go to school and learn about engines and their demise and you don’t know what questions to ask

but you need a car, you need to go to work, drive your kids to the doctor                             so you buy one, a car, it looks good enough, its all you’ve got money and time for

you sign the dotted line, the warranty is a 100 days, or something like that, you don’t care, you need the car

and then on the 101st day, the day after the first 100, the car stops working for you

it dies in the middle of an intersection, you can’t revive it

you lost in the end, not just your money, but your hope

your hope that this time would be different, that the gleaming smile from your used car salesman meant something

but there is no free lunch …you got what you paid for not its glittering marketing campaign

and sadly you can’t ask the questions you need to because you don’t know what they are.

@claireaperez@gmail.com

 

What the Devil is going down?

C.S. Lewis inspiration
with deep inspiration from CS Lewis who wrote The Screwtape Letters ~ 31 letters written by a senior demon named Screwtape to his nephew, Wormwood (named after a star in Revelation), a younger and less experienced demon, charged with guiding a man (called “the patient”) toward “Our Father Below” (Devil / Satan) from “the Enemy” (God).  Source for text: Wikipedia

My dear, dear Wormwood (a.k.a. Devil’s apprentice),

What a wonderful job you are doing with the American experiment. You have taken all of its best parts and corrupted them to our ends; I could not be prouder.

First, through years of keeping the enemy distracted with things, those precious plastic baubles they create, you have masterminded a coup. So busy are they working for their baubles and fighting each other for those trinkets, they barely notice the infrastructure keeping their baubles in place.

Second, through a coup of communication subversion, you have been able to bit-by-bit dismantle their infrastructure. It has taken years and right now, some of them, are starting to panic. It is not enough and shows the art of your deception. Somehow, you are managing still to keep them going along…happy little clams blaring their music out the car windows on the way to Walmart or the beach while your chief representatives work their magic. Well done my servant.

Finally, Wormwood, you are almost there…a few more pen signatures and what will be left? A failed experiment, a country devastated by the human inability to control the pursuit of want. The enemy has tried, rolling the rock uphill day-by-day, but you with your cunning have been able to extract from the collective an individual sitting alone in a New York Times ad for elite housing, on an island of green, in the middle of nowhere.

So go forth, continue your work unbidden, but remember, the day may come when from the rubble, the enemy will finally emerge united, and this time when realizing the full devastation of your impact, the Patient American may come back stronger. You may then be in for the fight of your territory, the likes of which you have never seen.

From the depths,

Screwtape

interested in communications & the narratives we create

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