Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
(photo courtesy of Italian Blogs for Darfur)
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
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Monday, March 23, 2009
The following is by Linda Pastan (originally in Atlantic Monthly). More about Linda soon, but we don't think she'd mind if we reprinted it here.
by stealth, spreading
the rumour of spring --
near the hedge . . .
by the gate . . .
at our chilly feet . . .
mothers of saffron, fathers
of insurrection, purple
and yellow scouts
of an army still massing
just to the south.
Friday, March 20, 2009
On a roof in the Old City
laundry hanging in the late afternoon sunlight:
the white sheet of a woman who is my enemy,
the towel of a man who is my enemy,
to wipe off the sweat of his brow.
In the sky of the Old City
At the other end of the string,
I can't see
because of the wall.
We have put up many flags,
they have put up many flags.
To make us think that they're happy.
To make them think that we're happy.
translated by Stephen Mitchell
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
It's not a St. Patrick's Day song but it's one of our favorite traditional Irish songs. This last minute idea on a crazy busy day comes from The Clever Pup's post with a Van Morrison song. (Thanks, Pup!) We have about 10 versions of Fair & love them all (including Van's). But the one we just played is Sinéad O'Connor's from Long Black Veil by The Chieftains (with guests). Here's a link to a performance on YouTube from a festival in 1997. We can't vouch for it as we have dial-up... but just in case you want to hear one version. Give us chills. (Note: Swans are often a symbol of death in Celtic myth...)
She Moved Through the Fair (trad.)
My young love said to me "my mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind"
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day"
Then she went away from me and she moved through the fair
And fondly I watched her move here and move there
And then she went onward, just one star awake
Like the swan in the evening moves over the lake
Last night she came to me, my dead love came in
So softly she came, her feet made no din
And she laid her hand on me and this she did say
"Oh it will not be long, love, till our wedding day."
Monday, March 16, 2009
In response to the government of Sudan’s expulsion of humanitarian aid agencies from Darfur, leaving an estimated one million Darfuris without water, food, and medical assistance, Congressmen Capuano and McCaul have written letters to three key Sudanese allies: Chinese President Hu Jintao, Arab League Secretary General Amre Moussa and African Union Chairman Muammar Gaddafi. These letters urge these three leaders to send a clear message that putting Darfuri lives at greater risk by denying access to life-saving humanitarian assistance is unacceptable.
Here’s where you come in: The more signatures the letter has, the more weight it carries. Between now and noon on Tuesday, call 1-800-GENOCIDE and urge your representative to sign Congressmen Capuano and McCaul’s letters to these key international leaders demanding action to get humanitarian aid back into Darfur. When you call and enter your zip code the hotline will connect you with your Representative and give you specific instructions on what to say.
Take five minutes and call this free anti-genocide hotline right now. Lives depend on it.
photo © Claire Mc Evoy/IRIN]- courtesy IRIN
GG & her editor
Friday, March 13, 2009
do what you can.
(We decided on shots from Giampaolo Macorig; to those of you snickering that Rome is the last place to look for real angels, yes, well, point taken. But you can find just about everything in Rome:)
Thursday, March 12, 2009
(Cat sitting on radio, 1930s Sydney photo by Sam Hood/via we heart it)
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
ciao-chip-meow (couldn't help it)
(photograph by wonderful Tom Grim of Pennsylvania)
Friday, March 6, 2009
Have a great weekend & ciao-auguri-meow to our friends & sisters!
(photograph from Deirdré Straughan's blog Countries Beginning with I)
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
(The Rome photograph is from Giampaolo Macorig's fabulous flickrstream.)
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
We (must continue with this conceit, sorry)...
2. ...have been newspaper & magazine crazy since very, very young
3.....wear our maternal grandfather's Liberty of London paisley silk scarf from WWII-era London
4.....gluestick all ticket stubs, fortune cookie slips, other effluvia into daily agenda book. 15+ years of them.
5.....keep fairy lights up around apartment's large picture window
6.....carry an old French centime in our coin purse...given for good luck by stranger in North Africa
7.....write drafts long-hand with a fountain pen
Random collage of personal scanned photos on desk waiting to be used for something, except for the Olivetti Lettera 22 (which we had but no longer, alas) & that is by Peter Lindberg.
(photograph by Mariane Perdomo when on holiday in Scotland, taking one of the dogs with her from Gran Canaria. Lucky dogs.)