Later this week Pascal and I are heading to the Paramount Theater to see the legendary funny man, Weird Al Yankovic. Pascal has been a fan ever since his “Manitoba cousins” introduced him to Weird Al via DVD on a
Words Could Not make it More True by Sarah Ellen Snyder Steinke We map the globe you’ve madeof my bellythe fullness of my breaststhe eagernessyou’ve grown in my coreand herewhere we love and eat and sleep and fighthereyou descendand every
I Loved You Before I Was Born by Li-Young Lee I loved you before I was born. It doesn’t make sense, I know. I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see. And I’ve lived longing for your ever
The Boxer by Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel I am just a poor boy Though my story’s seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises All lies and jest Still a man hears
Tomorrow night I’m going to see the great Jack White. He’s playing Seattle’s WaMu Theater. I’ve never seen him live before. Can’t wait. Not only do I love his music, and his musicianship, I also love his love of music.
Just got home after an amazing time at Canada’s Skylight Festival. Special thanks to Russell Mitchell-Walker and the entire organizing team for curating a truly beautiful event. The artists, facilitators, & presenters included: Anna Golladay, Mike McHargue (aka Science Mike),
Tomorrow night Lynette, Pascal, and I are going to see My Bloody Valentine at the Paramount Theater. No doubt it’s going to be a full on sensory event. My ears are ringing just thinking about it… and it’s gonna be
Last Night As I Was Sleeping by Antonio Machado Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I dreamt–a marvelous error!– that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: Along which secret aqueduct, Oh water, are you coming to
My Life Is a Memory by Rafael Arévalo Martínez, translated from Spanish by William George William When I met her I loved myself. It was she who had my best singing, she who set flame to my obscure youth, she
“The Mother” (Evangeline) by Brandi Carlile Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind Tethered to another and you’re worried all the time You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme She’s fair and she
I first heard this song a couple of days ago and I haven’t been able to get it out of my heart. Some deep parts of me resonate with the feelings Bea Miller gives voice to… I’m guessing that maybe
Happy to Be Here by Julien Baker If I could do what I want I’d become an electrician I’d climb inside my head And I’d rearrange the wires in my brain A different me would be inhabiting this body Have
This year marks the 25th anniversary or the release of R.E.M.’s Automatic for the People, which contained, “Everybody Hurts.” I must be getting old. Everybody Hurts by R.E.M. When your day is long And the night, the night is yours
Chance the Rapper, together with Daniel Caesar performed an unrecorded song on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert. I think he’s calling it, “First World Problems.” So beautiful! First World Problems by Chance the Rapper, featuring Daniel Caesar I get
On this July 4th when the United States of America celebrates its birth as a nation, the myth of its “independence” feels like a cruel blending of narcissism, racism, sexism, classism, and naturism… Independence for whom? From whom? American “independence”
This year to celebrate Lynette’s birthday we went to The Triple Door to hear the great Naomi Wachira! It was an awesome show. Naomi even sent out a birthday wish to Lynette from the stage… so cool, and I didn’t
My friend Chris Elisara invited to join him at the Congress for New Urbanism (CNU), when its conference was here in Seattle a few weeks back. I’ve posted just two of the amazing talks from the event. One of the
Wow! What a Day! I have never loved felt more proud of my city than I do today. The Womxn’s March on Seattle was truly beautiful. Lynette and I carpooled with some neighbors, we had a blast… if that’s the right
It’s “Thanksgiving” in the USA today… thanksgiving for whom? is a great question to be asking. USAmerican “Thanksgiving” appears to be weighted in the direction of settlers and colonizers. If you are an indigenous “American” or an African “American” or
Pearl by Ted Kooser Elkader, Iowa, a morning in March, the Turkey River running brown and wrinkly from a late spring snow in Minnesota, a white two-story house on Mulberry Street, windows flashing with sun, and I had come a
A few months ago – September 25, 2015 to be exact – the 193 countries of the UN General Assembly adopted the 2030 Development Agenda titled “Transforming Our World: the 2030 Agenda for Sustainable Development.” I can only imagine the
What Comes by Carolyn Forché J’ai rapporté du désespoir un panier si ipetit mon amou, qu’on a pu le tresser en osier. I bought back from despair a basket so light, that it could have been woven of willow.
Prince’s latest release contains the track to the above video… “Baltimore.” This song holds the memory of Freddie Gray and his killing at the hands of the Baltimore police department. We all know that Mr. Gray was not killed because
“Conversations after Church” is the latest film directed by Winnipeg’s Bevan Klassen. The film explores faith and spiritual journeys of six people who at one time described themselves as Evangelical Christians and/or Mennonites. Each person’s story testifies to their experience
Disturb us, O Lord when we are too well-pleased with ourselves when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little, because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord when with the abundance of things
Invisible by U2 It’s like the room just cleared of smoke I didn’t even want the heart you broke It’s yours to keep You just might need one I finally found my real name I won’t be me when you
Came across this the other day and I watched it a few times. This is a vision of development that I need to learn more about and feels really hope filled. Check out the site for the Congress for New
I stumbled across the above video; its a live performance of “Alive” by Pearl Jam. Eddie Vedder’s introduction where he shares some of the backstory is beautiful. He shares how that experience felt like a curse at the time of
Starting Over – Fighting Back by Sheila Cassidy And so we must begin to live again, We of the damaged bodies And assaulted mind. Starting from scratch with the rubble of our lives And picking up the dust Of dreams
