Friday, October 14, 2016



Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Monday, September 26, 2016

Top Ten

turkish delight

wide-brimmed straw hats in summer

jasmine pearl tea


outdoor fruit and vegetable markets

tepertős pogácsa

freshly ground peanut butter

baking bread

being in my body


Széchenyi Fürdő

my mother's dumplings

rocking chairs


giving books I love to people I think might love them too

The Girl of the Limberlost by Gene Stratton-Porter


grandma Kelley's rice casserole

home made play dough

Le Mans Hall


baking muffins

Spencer Tunick

wool socks, knee-high, with stripes in the winter


"Coin-Operated Boy" by the Dresden Dolls

bread and butter


cooking split-pea soup


church bells

Gellért Fürdő

African chicken and peanut soup from the New England Soup Factory

martini with blue cheese stuffed olives

1059 Riverside

singing the ABC's as a lullaby


Greek yogurt with honey, in Greece

sneaking away from a sleeping baby

sneaking back into my bed where my four and five-year-olds are tangled up, deeply breathing


Book Club

Julie Andrews and Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins




Indigo Girls



Warren Dunes State Park

french fries


the fact that baking bread is so simple

clean pressed sheets


walking by a lilac bush in bloom

holding hands



Prairie Home Companion


hard wood floors

freshly squeezed ABC juice--apple, beet, carrot

handmade afghans


Jeune Homme Nu Assis au Bord de la Mer, by Jean- Hippolyte Flandrin

marching bands

my clever, funny friend

roasted chestnuts

Rachel flodnija

birdie sing in the tree, woo woo woo, wee wee wee, I love you and you love me

Henszlmann Imre utca, 5

cuckoo clocks

soft-boiled eggs in egg cups

potluck dinners

Kelet Kávézó

7-year-old Leo with missing front teeth

tabasco sauce


Amanda Palmer

the truth

Anna Moschovakis

[The challenge: to start]

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The challenge: to start
not with theory but with tangible performance

You and others, approaching

We shall be asked for a way out

                to be fed

                to keep warm and dry

Starting with experience, magic 
genuine science

More than once we have been lost 
in a trackless wilderness

dwarfed and shadowed by mighty buildings 
subway trains wild as elephants

One goes blindly back to one’s desk

These moments come, their dark 

We glimpsed control 
and more tragic waste

We entered with 40,000,000 warriors 
with the dignity of cathedrals

The lake is upon you.
You have two canoes, your tent
The child has entered upon this desert

You have your axes

What, precisely, is your procedure?

Anna Moschovakis, “[The challenge: to start]” from You and Three Others Are Approaching a Lake. Copyright © 2011 by Anna Moschovakis. Reprinted by permission of Coffee House Press.
Source: You and Three Others Are Approaching a Lake (Coffee House Press, 2011)

Monday, June 13, 2016

America's Moral #Pulse

More love. More vulnerability. More kissing.

#SpencerTunick photo


America's Moral #Pulse


Thursday, April 07, 2016

Claire Wahmanholm

by: Claire Wahmanholm

Lullaby with Daughter Cells

Embedded,      the sleeping body is ship and shipwreck, reef, fish den,
oyster nest,                    once my own anemone, once a wish,
transmission of ten thousand trillion divisions,            so almost infinite,
so infinitely far from it.
                                          Beneath the skin,      repetition churns
its whirls of fingerprints            and strands of future selves,
constructing endless daughters, endless spindles, endless paths
into the woods.
                           Sleep passes for safety,           but is only a curse’s deferral,
never its breaking.            Your body’s already a whir, was always
an engine, gendered and generative, her from the first. All I gave
you was a pair of points. Sleep between them  for as long as you can.


A point is that which has no part
      —Euclid, Elements, Book I
A given
is always
a point
of departure,
a puncture,
origin of
a wound,
some newness.
For example,
this given:
that points
are partless,
when really
they’re couple-
numbered, binary;
the way,
no matter
how fast
it flies,
a bluebird’s
blue can
never outstrip
its bird,
or butter
drain from
its cup,
rattle shed
its snake.
What would
it do,
that bird—
unblue, unselved,
blanched on
winter’s branch,
absent against
its white?
Without you,
I’m only
the idea
of flight.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016


There are two parenting styles at the playground. One views a slide as uni-directional. The other style is espoused by a parent whose kid challenges such one-way linear thinking.

My kid proved today that there is more than one way to shimmy down a fire pole.




Tuesday, February 16, 2016

One Billion Rising Budapest 2016: Theater and Dance (video)

This year's event featured the Break the Chain dance followed by an innovative theater piece created to explore sexual consent.

The play focusses on the idea that sexual violence is often committed by acquaintances who use other methods than physical coercion.

A theatre performance, website (, and short films send messages to perpetrators, victims and the society: 

no means no, and only yes means yes.

View the dance below:


Friday, February 12, 2016



EE Headshot Brigitte Lacombe


I think we must live now on the edge of incomprehensible madness, refusing to give up 
and refusing to pretend. Dancing on the precipice of annihilation while passionately 
encouraging and welcoming the new paradigm. This is most difficult in a world, in 
a system that has thoroughly indoctrinated us in a refusal to think, in the sound bite, 
in yes and nos, likes and unlikes, with us or against us pathology, in idiotic, 
consumable brandable, reductionist absolutes. To be an enthusiastic absurdist requires 
embracing ambiguity, insecurity, and it means looking at the predicament we are in 
head on. It means leaping and assuming you will fall, dancing in the chaotic 
impossible passionate possible.

So we must learn the art and practice of disruption. We must release the tentacles 
of our false securities and interrupt the world as we know it. We must assume that 
anywhere we live or anything we are doing can change or disintegrate on a dime and 
we must practice changing and letting it go. Living as if there is no future but the one 
we are creating. Nothing guaranteed but our willingness to live as pioneers of a new 
consciousness and way. And we must become disrupters. That is the power of creative 
resistance. Interrupting business as usual, taking stands that forfeit our acceptance or 
economic elevation, risking disapproval and controversy, participating in actions that 
loosen our grip on the suicidal givens and push the tyrants to fall. Disrupters, fighting 
and dancing with all our might for life over comfort.

– Eve Ensler

Thursday, February 04, 2016

Laugh: Cannonball Ice Dude

so much to love about this video