What you know

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/technology/technology-video/video-study-says-earth-on-brink-of-mass-extinction-event/article19235299/

Here’s a liveblog of this video and what I read when I watched it.


I feel like i need to liveblog this 2 minutes and 41 seconds? this is … uh… fuck.. i mean i knew, but now? like now-now. extinctions are happening at a rate 1000 times faster than they should be. all because of what’s happened in the last 200 years. last time such elevated extinction rates? 65 million years ago, when we lost a third to a half of all species, including dinosaurs. after then, it took 5 to 10 million years to recover. the only way: make humans part of the solution instead of the cause of the problem.

i’m finding this beneficial to read through. http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/wonkblog/wp/2014/02/11/there-have-been-five-mass-extinctions-in-earths-history-now-were-facing-a-sixth/ : “If you are looking at this in a rigorous way, you can see that something unusual is going on.” Why oceanic acidification is going to be the worst: “One-third of the carbon-dioxide that we pump into the air ends up in the oceans almost right away, and when CO2 dissolves in water, it forms an acid, that’s just an unfortunate fact… “

… I don’t know if i can go on though.

The Rant Line

Operator: Hello, you’ve reached the Rant Line.

Ebbels: So here’s what I’ve been thinking about. There are good and bad laws. With laws, I think it’s better to look at the quality than the quantity. A great number of laws can have great effect. A high number of laws can have awful effects. I think, for one, we need a lot more good laws and a lot less bad laws.

Operator: I also think it’s not that we need to inject our own angry energy into our politics. We need to actually cool it, and listen.

Ebbels: If you hear a fart, it’s all part of it too.

Operator: Yeah. We need to let the Earth have a very major vote in this race. We are already lucky we have such a big vote in her race. With that said, opposing Mother Earth is a very stupid position… majority loses.

Ebbels: I thought I was calling the Rant Line. Sounds like you need to call your own number!

Operator: Majorities don’t mean anything. The presence of anything, majority or extrapolation, in the whole, means something significant, perhaps even valiant. It’s a story of deviation, of uniqueness, but also of trajectory, of random unrandomness.

Ebbels: Life coming from almost nothing – I believe this is one of the laws of thermodynamics, which is a reasoning for life itself, right? This is already hardly believable or explainable, when looking at how it works. But, it does. Just as it is nearly certain that the universe is expanding.

Operator: Yes. A tiny grain of life can trigger incredible changes on the planet.

Ebbels: This is why I am totally fine with hope. I am fine with hope the way I am fine with you twisting and deviating your brain any which way to keep it flexible and active. This produces not just connection, but union. I’m not okay with hope when it is ignorant. Hope seeks understanding. And understanding is in the mean, in the trajectory, too. Understanding is found in the whole.

I don’t believe God is only the light, or the sun, but I don’t exactly worship the moon. I breathe with the moon, I move with the sun. And the universe is bigger than that. I’m excited to think that our highly evolved figures are wired for transgalactic communications! But it’s simple: Truth is real. And God, I feel, has a fuzzy warmth to it. Like a knowing smile.

Operator: So our politics remind us that this is humanity we all share. It, too, should feel a little warm and fuzzy. At least sometimes.

Ebbels: I’m not ranting, anymore, Operator. Thanks.

Operator: Oh, it’s nothing. Good night!

A little reading

More that I’ve been up to at The Montclair Times is below.

New in the On Our Minds mental health series:

MC_Massage02_090513_mt_tif_- Connections made through loving touch (Sept 5 edition)

- The hidden scars of child trauma (Aug 15 edition)

- Start earlier, stay healthier (Aug 1 edition)

New in the Carpe Caffeam column series:

Mea culpa, ad infinitum (Sept 26 edition)

- The funnybone connects to the wishbone (Aug 1 edition)

Book/poetry articles:

- The diary of a 20-something (Sept 19 edition)

Spoken word poets to lead workshops in Montclair (Apr 18 edition)

Non-profit/outreach articles:

Turnout high for domestic violence walk (Sept 12 edition)

- Breaking the cycle of violence, starting fresh (July 25 edition)

- Merchants in bike-friendly mood (Aug 22 edition)

Arts/music articles:

‘What is one billion? What is real?’ asks Robert Barry (Sept 26 edition)

- Montclair Times Arts Editor Joan Finn to retire after storied career (Aug 22 edition)

- No ‘swing-a-ling’ in these jazz charts (May 30 edition)

Major update.

I’ve been working at The Montclair Times since March, as the Community Editor. Whee!

Plenty going on there. Plen-tee.

Here’s a few things:

— I started a column; it’s called Carpe Caffeam (ykno, Seize the Coffee). It’s about life and trying to be okay with it all. So far I’ve written two; a third is on its way. Here’s #1 (What a day a coffee makes). Here’s #2 (Less practice makes imperfect).

— I started a series; it’s called On Our Minds, and it’s about mental health. So far I’ve also written two; a third is coming down the pike. The first: “Are we there yet?” The second: “Crazy talk: Language matters in mental health.”

— If you want to keep up, I’m sometimes tweeting and instagraming on this kind of stuff. I’m pretty easy to find.

— Other than that: ::: : I’ve written about a soup kitchen getting extra-healthy (here); Rainn Wilson on spirituality — news story here and interview transcript here; a single-parents support group; farm camp; the capture of a young black bear; a local jazz composer and band co-leader; the first-ever Montclair food and wine festival; Dr. Richard Besser’s new book; the passing of composer Dean Drummond; Montclair Film Festival coverage: The Brothers Hypnotic, Zipper: Coney Island’s Last Wild Ride, Valley of Saints, and Computer Chess; the Montclair Public Library’s ambitious strategic plan; and more.

It’s been fun. Looking forward to what’s ahead.

Take care!!

K.

lying by the riverside
the pages turned
blown against the wind,
it happened again
the new beginning wrote itself

kingdom come

It’s like the fingerprints in the ice blocks melted away

and i went stargazing into the purple canyons

where i found in the wet depths of the river the

letters of my name floating around.

 

what the devil of all hell is this.

there is a chicken coop in the

canyon creek,

with the letters of my name floating around.

stupid banana jesus and mary magdaline,

what the devil is all of this.

 

my hair curls around the letters

as i go swimming in the lord’s funny business

working my way through the sun gas waterbeds

 

i am completely beholden to this trove.

Wheel

The rivers are swelling,
spilling down the water wheel
against my breastbone.

It shares a glow with the moon’s thin air,
treads softly, aching and
creaking around.
No matter its trickle, it
brings the water through.

Tonight, though, my heart is crying,
Its tears swelling upward, to my throat.
Its memory, its print, shines far
beyond this one land, this one time,
To distant places, other spheres.
It does not speak — no. It turns, gives, receives,
Round, and round, tugging the edges
But moving round the center,
Dousing its panes for ever — for who would
stop this embrace?

These hearts — all these crazy, fiendish,
joyful hearts — are winding water around the wheel,
Breathing life to the little homes aside the
river, and beyond, where our love dwells.

– Sept. 2012 –

Untitled

We create

   visions under the microscope

   centers of blue-green harmonica

   oysters in the trap dust sand

   The Nephilian giants

   stand far above the burial mountains

      of Ireland

   As the people look and wonder,

   Where does it come from?

    The turtle pushes off and floats away.

– 2010 –

For Francesca and Kelson — Aug. 11, 2012

 
In a chestnut grows a peanut
little, brittle, sweet and warm
Glowing with life almighty,
Shoring up against the storm.
When weeks turn to bring the arrival of
the beast of a holy day,
the embers of a beating heart
burst glory through the bay.
 
Forget the tumble drum of
every-everyness till then.
Be still, be wise, be gracious,
find your will to carry them.
Tender the touch to feather that
fine hair in palm of hand.
The wishing-be of righting she, he,
brings you to fertile land.
 
Cry, baby! Cry! Cry wide open
the will to live alive.
Feel the breath, the air, that humble stare
Toward your chestnut’s eye.
It will come to pass,
Life goes on, at last
For moments quake sometimes.
It’s good to be where one can see
Past all that looking-glass.
 
Draw your love from sea-wells, tree-wells,
be-wells, day and night.
Yes, moments quake, and life won’t wait.
Sweet creatures, now, alight!

– KAE

The fascination of what’s difficult

 
The fascination of what’s difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content
Out of my heart. There’s something ails our colt
That must, as if it had not holy blood
Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays
That have to be set up in fifty ways,
On the day’s war with every knave and dolt,
Theatre business, management of men.
I swear before the dawn comes round again
I’ll find the stable and pull out the bolt.

– W.B. Yeats