January 25, 2013 | Contact | Calendar | The Mix | Archives |
Before we bought a new giant-ass TV, much bigger than the old one, we fretted for weeks about how we could hide it when we weren't looking at it, wondering if Bahoosh could make us a cabinet or folding doors around it or something. Then we got over it, and there it is in the corner in all its gaucheness on a stand that came from LL in many pieces.
![]() The WiFi enabled blu-ray player lets us stream NetFlix. We have just finished the first season of Downton Abbey, that festival of restraint with the marvelous period sets. Just watching it is making me more polite. The other BBC thing that seems very well done is Sherlock. I don't care for the movie series with iron man guy and Jude Law; they are a waste of the steam punk sets. I think there is also a new American Sherlock TV series with Watson as an Asian woman, but I haven't seen it. The attraction to doing Sherlock must be all the possible ways to cast Holmes and Watson. It has been wicked cold for a couple of weeks with lows at or below zero, so it's good to have more entertainment at home. I'm loving my 16 hour work week. I go in on Tuesdays and Thursdays. In my new free time, I have been working on getting town ordinances up in an easily navigable way. Here's our Land Use Ordinance. It is a legal document, and there are limits to how simple a legal document can be and still spell out the rules with exactitude. But it can be displayed in ways that make it easier to use. Hence the left side menu with links into it, the search function and the FAQ. I was going to put anchors in the PDF, but that proved clunky, so I just grabbed the text from the PDF and marked it up with a style sheet. People think putting something in PDF form means that no one can change it. Couldn't be more wrong. It just means that it will print right. A PDF can be certified with a digital signature, and we should probably do that with the downloadable copy at the site. Best new music this month: Erin McKeown's Manifestra. From Fallujah to Lafourche indeed.
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There wasn't a reliable link for this poem that Lainie posted on FB, so I'm tucking it here.
We have come to be danced Not the pretty dance Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance But the claw our way back into the belly Of the sacred, sensual animal dance The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance The holding the precious moment in the palms Of our hands and feet dance. We have come to be danced Not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance But the wring the sadness from our skin dance The blow the chip off our shoulder dance. The slap the apology from our posture dance. We have come to be danced Not the monkey see, monkey do dance One two dance like you One two three, dance like me dance but the grave robber, tomb stalker Tearing scabs and scars open dance The rub the rhythm raw against our soul dance. We have come to be danced Not the nice, invisible, self-conscious shuffle But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama Shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance The strip us from our casings, return our wings Sharpen our claws and tongues dance The shed dead cells and slip into The luminous skin of love dance. We have come to be danced Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance But the meeting of the trinity, the body breath and beat dance The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance The mother may I? Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance The olly olly oxen free free free dance The everyone can come to our heaven dance. We have come to be danced Where the kingdom’s collide In the cathedral of flesh To burn back into the light To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray To root in skin sanctuary We have come to be danced WE HAVE COME. by Jewel Mathieson |