“Then you knew where you were”

 

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I have scoured the Internet for a caption. This image is everywhere, and nowhere is a photographer credited. If you know who shot this image, please message me. 

It’s easy to become so wrapped up in our daily lives that we entirely miss major events that are central to parts of our lives that are, in that moment, inactive.

On June 23, 2016, I was busy charging my camera batteries, cleaning my lenses, sorting out my memory cards and road-testing a new one, and packing my gear and clothes to be ready for the Cape Cod wedding of a cousin of mine. I entirely missed the passing of Michael Herr, whose 1977 book Dispatches put some of what people love to call “closure” on my terrible fear of the Vietnam War. Continue reading

Cruise Night

So much has been happening recently – in the world, in my communities, in my family, in my life – that I have had little time to take a breath.

My best friends and my family keep telling me I should take breathers.

OK, here is a breather – no battles, no wars, just half a dozen photos I shot on a sunny day in northern Middlesex County, Connecticut.

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“Mr. Hockey” and My Cousin Scotty

 

One of the many ways “Mr. Hockey” Gordie Howe (1928-2016) was honored during his astounding 33-season on-ice professional career is with the Hart Trophy (since 1961 given as the Hart Memorial Trophy).

The award, which Howe won half a dozen times, is awarded each year to the one player in the league who the hockey writers feel contributed most during the regular season to his team – the greatest solo contribution measured in what is undeniably a great team sport.

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“I Shall Imagine Life”

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By E.E. Cummings

Presented in honor of the 34th birthday of Lauren Gabrielle Rousseau

I shall imagine life
is not worth dying, if
(and when) roses complain
their beauties are in vain

but though mankind persuades
itself that every weed’s
a rose, roses (you feel
certain) will only smile

~

Lauren’s story is so much more than the story of her passing – and yet a Google search will find mostly the story of her passing. We can overcome that. Today is June 8, 2016 – the day Lauren Rousseau would turn 34. Spend some time with her story and with her family. Learn something about Lauren’s life. Your understanding of her will become a part of her legacy.

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Fox in the Henhouse of Mental Health Care

Peter Gøtzsche is a sort of anti-vaxxer in the field of mental health care.

The Danish physician is head of an organization called the Nordic Cochrane Center at Rigshospitalet, a Copenhagen, Denmark, hospital (which does not, by the way, list mental health care on its website as among the services it offers). The center has made recent assertions that challenge solid presumptions of traditional medical care.

  • They claim mammograms subject women to significant, long-lasting emotional trauma, but produce barely any statistically significant medical benefit, such as reducing breast cancer mortality.
  • They (and Gøtzsche himself) also claim the medications used to treat mental illness actually produce symptoms of mental illness.

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Rape Culture Has Friends in High Places

It seems nearly impossible to know definitively how often rape occurs in the United States – partly because so many different reporting agencies have different criteria for what “rape” means, but perhaps even more than that it is because so many rapes – possibly as many as 70 percent of the rapes that occur – are never reported to police.

Why are so many rapes left unreported? There are so many reasons; here are a few.

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What’s In A Name? Don’t Ask!

Nev windowThere is no crankier mammal on the face of this planet that a grumbly black cat with a bone to pick about her name, who was probably rescued against her will.

I’ve probably set myself up to explain a lot, but even that is really just the beginning of it, because we also forced a new kitten on “the poor thing” just as she was done settling in, so there’s that, too.

I’ll begin with the name: Her name is Neville. Yes, Neville. Three (or so) forces  conspired to set a boy’s name on this once-tiny and terrified/furious kitten, and to leave it there.

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