Musings

The genesis of this web site lies in inspiration I’ve garnered from my husband, number one, some friends, and a few strangers.

My origins lie in these two people on the beach at Manistique Lake, Michigan. That’s in the corner of Luce County. Look for the biting insects. It’s not far from Seney, where Nick Adams got off the train to go fishing on the Two-Hearted River. It even kinda works like that in real life!

My husband’s been on top of the web since its early days. Indeed, he’s the one who wrassled the code that interfaces with WordPress, the program I use to do my input, and makes this site look so fine. Click here to check out his blog.

I also read Anne’s blog every day (if I can). We met aeons ago when we were at Michigan State. She began her blog to keep the family informed on what disparate parts of it were up to. Click here to visit the Finlayson and Courtois clans, and their conjunction with Anne’s creative mind.

Nancy Nall’s page regularly inspires people. I keep reminding myself that Nancy has a head start on the rest of us, having honed her already formidable skills with a long-time (and now long-gone, given the ways of newspaper management these days) day job as a columnist. Oh, if I could write that smoothly….

Just the other day, right before I tried to get iWeb to generate a web page I could love, I encountered an anthropologist’s blog that to me had all the hallmarks of a good academic mind dump. Don’t know the guy, but kudos to John Hawks, at the University of Wisconsin Madison.

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We are lucky that on Saturday mornings a nice twenty-minute walk away we have a periodic market of organic goodies. Most are veggies, but there’re sometimes other things, including most notably of late, Kurobuta pork. Anyway, here in the depths of winter, I most crave greens, and the queen among them in my opinion is swiss chard. Our friends Scott and Emma agree!

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If you go to a museum, you never know what you’ll encounter.

We found this artifact this fall at the National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, D.C. Modern native American art.

Another highlight of our visit was the museum’s fine restaurant, which presents foods (somewhat) native to the various regions of the Americas (not limited to the US), although how fried chicken got to the Great Plains is beyond me, however. Remind me to ask Thor Heyerdahl!

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Fine points of philosophy are beyond me (heck! so are many of the main points!), but I conceive of the world around us as layer upon layer of reality, such that by singling out any particular piece, you falsely eliminate many others.

Last year, the Atlanta Botanical Garden hosted a display of Chihuly glass, and several pieces remained when the exhibit moved on. This one sits in a huge fountain in the most formal garden, which used to be the Rose Garden.

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