I love when Mousse saunters over to flop down and rest her head across my feet. Chocolate labs are healing to the soul.
To white people choosing to remain silent, a short excerpt:
I saw and shared a poignant protest sign which read “White silence = violence.” It’s true. But not because you’re actually silent. You’re saying a lot…about the things that actually matter to you…none of which seem to include Black people or our lives. You claim to be progressive, smile in our faces, and then post about any and everything BUT Ferguson, Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, John Crawford, Rekia Boyd, Aiyana Stanley Jones, Ramarley Graham, Vonderrit Myers, and the countless others. That’s what hurts.
Seeing white people go on with their lives seemingly unfazed by the ever mounting pile of dead Black bodies murdered by police and vigilantes is a brutal reminder of white privilege and just how much Black lives, my life, doesn’t matter to you.
Now, go read the whole thing, then share it. This is a discussion we need to have.
Flying to Sacramento Wednesday morning, I sat in the back of the bus, seat 20A.
The “Committee Study of the Central Intelligence Agency’s Detention and Interrogation Program, Executive Summary” (PDF, 62.6 MB)1 by the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence, also known as the “Torture Report,” has been released. Being 525 pages of gut-wrenching subject matter, I expect this to be a difficult read.
- The executive summary is “backed up by 6,700-page classified report, 38,000 footnotes.” ↩
In the same parking lot as my morning Starbucks is a Costco. Usually, it’s my nose that notices Costco first.1 At daybreak, they often bake something delightful. Mmm…
I hope you like it!
I’d love to see some of your pictures now.
Unlike years in the past, we had no rain, no snow, no fog, and no mud. We also had no problem finding a nice tree, cutting it down2, carrying it to the car,3 lifting it up,4 tying it down,5 bringing it home,6 setting it up,7 and decorating it.8
About all that’s left is to take a pretty picture of it. Maybe tomorrow night. It’s going to be up for a while. :-)
- Last year, due to everything else that was going on, we got a tree from a lot. ↩
- I love a sharp saw. ↩
- With help from one of the farmer’s daughters. ↩
- With Jamison’s help. He’s getting tall — and strong. ↩
- Jamison’s help, again. ↩
- The wheels on the car go round and round… ↩
- Yup, with Jamison’s help again. I don’t know what I’m going to do without that boy. :-) ↩
- Everyone helped! Even Mousse and Meisa wanted to get in on the fun. *<:-) ↩
I am, shall we say, a regular at Starbucks. I leave home a little early so I can pause on the way to work and enjoy my drink there.1 When the weather is nice,2 I’ll sip my drink outside, under the umbrellas, watching everyone else scurry in and out.
- Going through the Starbucks drive-though is a waste of money. (Yeah, yeah. I hear you saying Starbucks in general is a waste of money… (I think my footnotes need footnotes like my parentheticals need paretheticals)) Starbucks is priced for the in-store experience. As in, go inside and enjoy it on site. So I do. ↩
- As it nearly always is in Oregon… ↩
- Yup. I took this picture during a lunchtime visit. I didn’t say I only visit Starbucks in the morning. ;-) ↩
- I originally posted this picture here, with just a little color. Actually, I think the color adds. ↩
I have a swell commute. I ride my bike, rain or shine, about four and a half miles to work. At the end of the day, I ride back home. My commute could be a mile shorter each way, but that would have me biking on a narrower, curvier road where the traffic tends to encroach on the bike lane. It also wouldn’t take me through Dawson Creek park, a beautiful park with expansive lawns, picturesque ponds, and tall trees.
Late last year, each morning on the ride to work, I started taking pictures in the park. It was an interesting exercise in creativity, forcing me to take a publishable shot each day. Even after I broke my streak, I continued to take pictures when the conditions were right.
This is one of those pictures.1
Last year in late December, we headed up the Gorge to Walla Walla and Dixie for a memorial service. I stopped at Mayer State Park to take another picture where I’d taken a couple previously.
“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won’t be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We’ll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!
“But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.”
—1 Cor. 13:12-13, The Message