What I learned in school this week:

***respect and encouragement are the fundamental human rights***


BEHAVIOR IS A FUNCTION OF A PERSON AND THEIR ENVIRONMENT
***B=f(p,e)***

“The difference between the right word and almost the right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug.” ~Mark Twain~

Camille Pissarro

"Palette with a Landscape"

Email from Mom (I added the images)

EVEN GOD ENJOYS A GOOD LAUGH!



There were 3 good arguments that Jesus was Black:
1. He called everyone brother.
2. He liked Gospel.
3. He didn't get a fair trial.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Jewish:
1. He went into His Father's business.
2. He lived at home until he was 33
3. His Mother was sure He was a God.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Italian:
1. He talked with His hands.
2. He had wine with His meals.
3. He used olive oil.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was a Californian :
1. He never cut His hair.
2. He walked around barefoot all the time. 3. He started a new religion.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was an American Indian :
1. He was at peace with nature.
2. He ate a lot of fish.
3. He talked about the Great Spirit.


But then there were 3 equally good arguments that Jesus was Irish:
1. He never got married.
2. He was always telling stories.
3. He loved green pastures.


But the most compelling evidence of all - 3 proofs that Jesus was a woman:
1. He fed a crowd at a moment's notice when there was virtually no food.
2. He kept trying to get a message across to a bunch of men who just didn't get it.
3. And even when He was dead, He had to get up because there was still work to do.

Like/Dislike What do you like?

THINGS THAT I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED:
1. Playing in the dirt

2. Finding things like neat rocks and shells and once an arrowhead that my Dad took from me, and lost. I still miss it. I was 5

3. The color RED!

4. The color PINK but not blue bubblegum pink...I like the warm sunset salmon cool frosty pink, like a seashell.

5. The ocean

6. Brussel sprouts fo' sho' umma-yumma, I am gonna steam sum up now...

7. Horses and riding horses, except I have never galloped, only learned how to trot.

8. Archery

9. Television

10. Cooking

11. Silence

12. Reading, except my eyes are getting bad. I had the entire school library's collection of Poe read before I was 13.

13. sanddollars and cattails.

14. Being naked in the house.... and occasionally outdoors.

15. Theater and performance art (watching and acting)

16. Nectarines

17. Postcards and personal missives


THINGS I DID NOT LIKE BEFORE THAT I REALLY LIKE NOW:
1. Avocados

2. Tomatoes

3. Older men

4. Prayer. (you can call it magical thinking and I know all about almost every aspect of religion... or at least enough to bullshit.) But I think that if one has magical thinking, and it works for them, then it should be respected. Me personally? Having my muscles cramp up and having problems breathing as I was rushed to the hospital near death TWICE in one year from dehydration and low potassium... I had been violently ill for weeks TWICE... well, that was enough to get me to consider the afterlife, Christ and the fact that Buddhism Dianic magic (Wicca) and Agnostic thinking had not been so great for me in this situation. What was I supposed to do? Wave a crystal over a rune inscribed candle say a rhyme and then sit in full lotus for 5 hours trying NOT to contemplate the concept of believing in a higher power who is not an identified one? When you get close to death, and you will know when you ARE close to death; magical thinking cannot describe the concept of knowing there is a best friend to guide you. So yeah, I started to pray and I got better, It's been over 2 years now. I am getting stronger every day. If you are reading this, and you do not believe, I hope you just remember to consider being acquainted with Christ before you expire. It is lonely looking at the edge of the cliff alone.



THINGS I NEVER LIKED AND NEVER WILL
1. Musicals

2. BEETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3. Prejudice (Pre-Judging)

4. Protein drinks/shakes. I had to drink the Shaklee crap twice a day with meals, and one day i realized that I could sneak away while my brothers distracted Mom, and dump the drinks behind the bookshelves in the boys room. Mom always put way too much powder in them and it was like drinking concrete. Chocolate flavored chalk and concrete sludge. It made a nice big pile behind the bookshelves that my Dad made and painted each oddly distributed cubby a different color. When my parents divorced and Mom sold everything we had, she moved the bookshelves and discovered the huge huge hunka-munka pile. It looked like a fire ant tower. My Dad is deathly allergic to fire ants, they almost killed him once when I was really young. We raced him to the hospital in the Green Chevy Nova. That was the same car that my Mom took me to brownie meetings in. I was dropped off at the school in a long braid and the little brown uniform and beanie, and I closed the door on my finger, and she drove away. I had to run along side the car screaming at her before she noticed. Good thing she was in a school zone. So me and my half-severed finger (left middle finger) ended up wrapped in a big old bandage. It was creepy and scary and gross. "Uh, guys..." I say to both my hippie parents (7 years old) "I think I need to go to the hospital, it's been like 3 days of agony..." They said no. But I should have gone. Anyway, my finger is intact and totally able to fulfill it's bird-shooting duty.
Damn that green Chevy Nova. And later that year, my Mom was driving down the Texas highway, she is shooting like 50 miles per hour and I lean up against the door, in my green girl scout frock and sash. That door opened up and my face met concrete, but it was a short howdy do. You will never forget the sight of concrete rushing to your face at fifty miles+ per hour. And just as my face was about to get intimately acquainted, Mom grabs that long-ass braid that swung down to my bottom when I walked and she pulled me in like a reverse Rapunzel. Did she slow down the car? Not my Mom, "CLOSE THE DOOR!!" she yells as she reels me in and we go flying down the freeway. I did, and then I dug into the seat for the lap belt seat belt. I could not find it.
That Chevy had a real mean streak.
Later the next year, I ask to get my haircut. It was so long and thick that it gave me headaches... every day.

4. Headcheese never tried it, never will, something about that thick layer of cold lard and gelatinous pigs brains and *parts* ... Want to get rid of me quick? serve up some cold headcheese on whitebread and give me a huge side of various beet dishes.

THINGS I USED TO REALLY LIKE AND DO NOT LIKE ANY MORE:
1. Punk music

2. vampires

3. drugs

4. younger men

5. wearing black every day (but I still like to dress in black sometimes but now it's classy and not punk... I was a totally smokin' hot punker chick for awhile though.)

6. Runny fried eggs and also bacon

THINGS I NEVER KNEW I LIKED UNTIL I EXPERIENCED THEM:
1. WELDING

2. Pearls

3. Gardening

4. The internet

5. Writing

6. Photography

7. Jewelry I collect it, I am insatiable.



Herophilus Cameo
Roman, 14 to 37 AD
Glass: H 5.9 cm; setting: gold ring