Privatizing the Columbia Gorge forestland

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Privatizing the Columbia Gorge

More information at link DK.

The US Forest Service is proposing to put 300,000 acres of what they call “disposable public lands” out to the highest bidder, including 730 acres in the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area. […]

Properties on both sides of the Columbia Gorge are named on the potential sale list. These include lands in Corbett, above Sheppard’s Dell and near Cascade Locks in Oregon. On the Washington side, land near Cape Horn, Wind Mountain and above the flooded Celilo Falls would be available to the highest bidder.

The Columbia Gorge is one of the crown jewels of the Pacific Northwest. (Even Reagan apparently recognized this, as it was in 1986 that the Gorge was named as the first National Scenic Areas.) And, bizarrely, even someone in THIS Administration seems to recognize its worth:

Ironically, the President’s 2007 budget also calls for $1 million for further land acquisition in the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area.

Flooding – Raymond, WA

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We had a bit of flooding; enough that the steel statues on the ajutman land walk by the side of the road appear now to be installed in the river. Raymond, WA, Feb 06

more flooding of the Willapa river and this steel statue looks a bit more surreal…are they really paddling down the river? Raymond, WA, Feb 2006

Raymond, WA with it’s well known steel statues along the main Hwy 101 corridor when the river floods over. Feb 2006


In Memory; Saying Adieu to my Dad

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My Dad passed Jan 16, 2006. Much more than that I don’t want to share here. I made a website to honor him and memorialize the tributes from family. Celebrating Charles L. Ellsworth (Charlie)

The memorial service was well attended by every member of his family along with their families and some of his most dear friends. Everyone contributed and made sacrifices to be there for both Charlie and my mother.

A time of passing and the ache left behind is life-changing. Where does the living essense and spirit that is life pass on to……age old question. Many continue to feel Charlie’s presence even after we know his spirit passed out of his body and his body no longer lives. Many speak of strong feeling of knowing he has spoken to them from his new place and reassured them all is well.

I reconcile the loss of him in my own way. … and for now I’m thankful that I painted several fishing village type scenes with him in mind, including the one I gifted to him while he was alive. I have it back with me now, it soothes me to know the painting meant something to him. I’m thankful that I took time out of busy-ness over the holidays to spend some valued time with him and my mom. …there is never a way to know if it will be the last memories…


Movie; The Village

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We watched M. Night Shyamalan movie, The Village, one night in Jan 06. And I don’t know what it says about us that we enjoyed it, but we did. I don’t bother too much about the critical reviews of movies, as usually I find that I don’t enjoy what they recommend and do enjoy what they don’t recommend. I am not sure what kind of review or ratings The Village received, but we liked it and would recommend it.

Why, because the ending surprised us, and that is one of the good things about not hearing too much about a movie before seeing it. There were few “clues” throughout the movie to lead us to guess at an ending, and so it was nice to be quite surprised when the ending came and we weren’t ahead of the movie. And yes, we talked about it afterwards.

The cast is made up of strong actors and actresses, most whom we follow. Joaquin Phoenix is among the actors that we know we will enjoy watching in any movie. Here is a list of the rest of the cast and you almost can’t help but have a favorite amongst them….enjoy the movie, The Village and I’d love to hear what you think:

Bryce Dallas Howard …. Ivy Walker
Joaquin Phoenix …. Lucius Hunt
Adrien Brody …. Noah Percy
William Hurt …. Edward Walker
Sigourney Weaver …. Alice Hunt
Brendan Gleeson …. August Nicholson
Cherry Jones …. Mrs. Clack
Celia Weston …. Vivian Percy
John Christopher Jones …. Robert Percy
Frank Collison …. Victor
Jayne Atkinson …. Tabitha Walker
Judy Greer …. Kitty Walker
Fran Kranz …. Christop Crane
Michael Pitt …. Finton Coin
Jesse Eisenberg …. Jamison


Troubled; Ownership Society; dvd The Corporation

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something I posted in June 05 as a thinking out loud after watching dvd ‘The Corporation”.

Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Troubled; Ownership Society; dvd The Corporation

Watched dvd ‘The Corporation’ last night. It was troublesome contemplating what’s ahead and in store for not only our country but on the global scale. As I watched it and let the fullness of the implications wash over me; the words Ownership Society kept coming into my thoughts. This is a phrase that president bush uses which I’ve construed to mean something closer to what I think I understand. But in watching The Corporation last night, I think the light bulb came on for me in grasping a larger and sadly, a more sinister meaning.

Ownership of what is now considered public domain; commons; free as provided by nature; ie, water, sky, land, trees, lifeforms. An example of water being owned by privatization in Bolivia where residents must actually pay for use of water that was formerly freely available; rivers and the trade off in spending their meager income for either water or food or shelter. Yeah, so, that is already true in our own country. But somehow the immensity of the concept came flooding through for me last night in seeing the beginnings of a much different global concept than I could have begun to imagine.

The Corporation demonstrated with side by side interviews of corporate executives along with people who have reflected on the implications along with some activist movements efforts. It demonstrated the origins of ‘corporation’ back to the Civil War times and the addition of the 14th amendment intended to honor the newly freed black population. Attorneys at the time read the life, liberty, pursuit of happiness of a person as an opportunity on which they might capitalize by submitting that a corporation was a ‘person’. It was recognized as such by judicial review and has been so ever since.

The Corporation showed a bit about the progression of ‘corporations’ as formed in the earlier days and how different was a corporation in the 1950s (my era) as compared to today’s predatory practices. It hasn’t been on my radar screen to pay close enough attention other than recognition that big business and corporations seems to have taken center stage in the workings of our country. And of course, Halliburton and Iraq, give a strong clue that something has shifted extremely as the decades have passed.

I can describe a feeling level I’ve had more on intuitive level than knowledgeable from having information to make discerning judgment. A registering in the not so conscious areas that kick up the sense of survival instincts without knowing what it is exactly I’m trying to outdistance to survive.

1980s is where I began to feel the shift, I think. A time when my own children were coming into their pre-teen and teen years. It seemed to me that suddenly ‘labels’ on clothing and shoes took on a much elevated importance than I could begin to comprehend. I didn’t buy into it and didn’t promote it for my children; rather I resisted it as a fad that would pass and began in earnest to try to train my children that the uniting self-identity and self-esteem to outward clothing symbols was superficial and created a vulnerable artificial reinforcement of personal identity and place in the world. But, at the time, I thought it was just me and my personal approach and thought the fad of it would pass in time. How wrong I was….

1990s and my children are coming into their adult years, starting to have their own children. I’m starting to feel like I’m being marshalled into a standard of living not of my own definitions, but pushed by a shift in societal definitions and I don’t like it. I start quietly resisting in my own way with no full or clear understanding of what it is I am resisting. I move away from city and urban life to quieter and more remote areas, smaller towns, a less fast paced rythmn. At the time such language as ‘meaningful living’ is circulating. Yeah, that must be what I’m doing, I think. Sure, yeah, that’s it.

The kids are grown now and seem to be doing all right for the most part, the country is in peace time and seeming to prosper and flourish. I’m not sure I agree with what has become important to folks as a measure of their standing based on their acquisitions but the country seems to be happy with it, so it must be me. I’m the odd one, the odd woman out of step.

Boom, 2000 and Suddenly there is a peculiar shift with the 2000 elections, a president bush who won by judicial favor and I’m alerted to ‘politics’ with a recognition that I don’t really know much and I better learn more but he’ll be gone in 4 years and how much damage can happen in 4 years? After all this country has survived political shifts before and this one will be politics as usual…..

Boom, Sept 11, 2001. The world changes in one day. The world I know, relate to, comprehend and understand has been altered by the incredulous event on that day. The world changes for us all, in ways I could not begin to have had prior knowledge. And now every day since then, I feel like I have been playing at ‘catch up’ because others did seem to know and have a prior agenda of events to unfold with the changing of the guard as marked by 911.

Well, there is more, but enough for this posting for now. Noting that the dvd ‘The Corporation’ and the concepts presented will be sitting with me for a long while now as I ponder my own next steps in how to react, respond to our changing world, feeling very much like I’m miles behind the current flowing forth in today’s political, religious, corporate, war, global agendas as they meld into meaning one thing with very little lines of demarcation to separate one thing from the other.

I’m not lost, by no means, and I’ve felt it inwardly for many years now, just lacked a sense of how to express the shifts I was feeling were happening not to me but all around me and how I was reacting to those shifts. I need some time now to pull back and let the inward spirit do it’s job of guiding me through some turbulent waters. It’s not about me and my survival; it’s about my children, their children and the generations to come. It’s not about activism, it’s not about politics, it’s not about even a sense that I as one person am empowered to do much and what it is about is that a shift has decidedly occurred. I’m not sure it can be put back the way it was in a way I used to understand and be able to relate to and I’m not entirely sure that putting it back the way it was is the path to take just now.

As a people among people, sharing life with other life and life forms on this plentiful planet with abundant resources, it assuredly seems we are headed in a direction of shooting ourselves in the heart with an unabated greed. But those are the words of the activists and fall on deaf ears on a large scale. I’m not saying or touting something new there, it just seems the time to quiet my self and wait instead of running into a burning house trying to save the precious life within…it’s almost feeling like the fire is in full rage already and I’m perhaps slow to notice it’s been burning for longer than my first notice of it engulfed in flames.

I rushed off to grab my garden hose and add my little trickle along with others who had done the same to try to squelch the flames. Now I’m stepping back and looking on and wondering if it is not already a lost cause; is it salvageable. No, that is not pessimism or doomsday talk; I hope it is a more realistic grappling with the new realities that face us all.


Rising to the morning routine, simple pleasures

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It is one of those crisp winter days this morning. We wake up, immediately turn on our respective computers, catch up on what’s new or better said, more of the same, and as the sun comes up, we are drawn like a magnet to beginning the day. Husband goes about the business of morning preparations to go to work. I, on the other hand, mentally lay out the plans for my day. I send him off in our usual morning routine. What that looks like is stepping out on the porch into the bracing chill, calling for our dog Jake, to make sure he is around and not off chasing an adventure somewhere in the neighborhood, and locating our cat, Lance.

Jake, as usual, comes trotting out of where-ever he chose to sleep for the night, sometimes on the porch, sometimes outside. Lance is either inside, curled up someplace or outside and ready to come in. I give Jake his morning “treat” and he waits patiently, wagging his tail. He knows the routine…Daddy will go get in the truck and Mommy will give the dog a bone.

Our little entourage then waves Daddy off as he heads down the street and I take in the morning sights. I take a look at the sunrise to see what kind of day we will have, look over to the bay water to see what color it is this morning and how the water is moving or not moving. I look to the neighbors’ houses to see who is up and about, who has left for the day. I check to make sure the cat has food in his dish and then am reminded to remember whether I fed the two beta fish last night. I often forget to remember to feed those two, as it’s hard to have a relationship with a couple of fish swimming in vases. The two beta fish and the cat are inheritances, acquired when my daughter’s family was finally able to move to Germany.

So quietly my own day begins. Which is exactly the way I like it to be, for the most part. I used to be part of that morning preparations to get ready for work and remember well that “morning rush” which I rarely enjoyed. The hair, the grooming, the make-up, choosing the clothes, putting on what I called the “uniform” constricting the flow to focus on the taskings as set forth by employer/employment. Rushing to the car, checking the time, flying down the road so we wouldn’t be “late” and then arriving, stepping into the office, and that whole aura of 9 + hours and this place owns me.

This quiet and leisurely way to start the day is a contrast which I still relish and savor. As the sun finishes it’s rise, I now know the tone of the weather for the day. I decide if I will open the blinds and curtains or let it remain awakening time a bit longer. Today it is sunshine, and light streams in, so the blinds and curtains are opened. We get a fair amount of rainy days here and sometimes I like to open the blinds where I sit at the computer to watch the rain fall and listen to it hitting the metal roof.

Lance isn’t sure what he wants to do, and Jake has a strange gift to attend to outside. I closed up the porch last night, meaning to keep him in only long enough to eat his food, since he likes to share it with all the neighborhood dogs, and forgot to open the porch door last night before going to sleep. Jake then was rather locked in then last night, not his usual routine. So I know he could not have brought that hooved deer leg into the yard, yet there it is this morning. Where did it come from? Which dog brought it and now, of course, Jake is seriously interested.

Meantime the birds are busy on the metal roof making a racket and doing whatever they do on the roof. I take Lance outside to do his bird-monitoring thing and he is busy now prowling on the deck railing trying to keep up with the movement of the birds. And I thought I’d just blog about how our mornings begin. I’m so weary of blogging my other blogs and the war and the politics which have highjacked my daily life simple wonders in my own consuming focus to try to influence getting our troops home, thus hopefully ending some of the carnage and destruction that go on daily in Iraq. See how those thoughts creep in even as I write to the simple pleasures of my morning wake-up routine.Well time to start the day…………..


How To Be A Good Wife – 1950’s style

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Urban Legends Reference Pages: Language (How to Be a Good Wife):

“The following is from a 1950’s home economics textbook intended for high school girls, teaching them how to prepare for married life:

1. Have dinner ready: Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal – on time. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him, and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal are part of the warm welcome needed.

2. Prepare yourself: Take 15 minutes to rest so you will be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people. Be a little gay and a little more interesting. His boring day may need a lift.

3. Clear away the clutter. Make one last trip through the main part of the house just before your husband arrives, gathering up school books, toys, paper, etc. Then run a dust cloth over the tables. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too.

4. Prepare the children: Take a few minutes to wash the children’s hands and faces if they are small, comb their hair, and if necessary, change their clothes. They are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part.

5. Minimize the noise: At the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of washer, dryer, dishwasher or vacuum. Try to encourage the children to be quiet. Be happy to see him. Greet him with a warm smile and be glad to see him.

6. Some Don’ts: Don’t greet him with problems or complaints. Don’t complain if he’s late for dinner. Count this as minor compared with what he might have gone through that day.

7. Make him comfortable: Have him lean back in a comfortable chair or suggest he lie down in the bedroom. Have a cool or warm drink ready for him. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soft, soothing and “


I love the way advertising portrayed kids in the 1950s.

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I love the way advertising portrayed kids in the 1950s. While I never had this brand, we did have Spam and potted meat….yuck! Took many a lunch to school that had sandwich made with potted meat or spam. And unlike these happy little children in the ad, I didn’t like or look forward to my sandwich.


Catching Up on a Cold Winter Evening

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I’m wiped out. Where did I leave off, oh yeah, New Year’s. Well let’s see, since Sweetie has his new computer, we are happily engaged now in our mutual hobby, him online with his puter and me online with mine. Now I’ve got him thoroughly addicted to blogging and he’s making em left and right.

Mom is blogging now too, so got several in the family blogging away. I have done change-overs to many of my older blogs, and I like what is happening. Dying to Preserve the Lies has a new template, that I installed! I was so pleased with that I made another brand new blog, installed my own template and liked it too. It’s called Back in The Day, Everything 1950’s and 1960’s.

Then I worked over another old blog, used a lot of new tricks on it and am liking it too. But aside from some major workshop activities on blogs, we installed the Mozilla modem and so I was having to adjust some to how it works. We both reallly like how it works, and then I talked Lica into using it on her puter too. I think she likes it, but I haven’t heard back from her. It’s the tabs, you can open so many pages simultaneously!

So then I started getting the extensions, and got bloglines. It stores up the rss feeds so you can be in one place and read blogs, news, just about anything all in one place on your bloglines. We also got G-mail so was adjusting to that new email and sharing the invites around. Then I installed the companion email to Mozilla, which is Thunderbird and liking it well enough to make it my primary email instead of Outlook Express.

We aren’t using then Internet Explorer or Outlook now, but keeping them both installed. So it’s been a whole new computer landscape while I’ve adjusted to all the new goodies. Now I’m here back at blog-drive and it looks like they’ve changed the environment. I’ll be catching up with all the blogs I made at blog-drive, but not for a bit, I’m tired.

Oh, and then there is the discussion board I made, and it’s been sitting there not doing anything, but I talked to Randa in chat today and got her in there, she’ll probably get something going with it in Teenz and Poetry. Next I have to go back to all my thousands of blogs (I exaggerate, but there are like 20 or more) and tie them all together. Oh, and yeah, I was also working on a new website too, so will have to link all these pieces up into one large networking.

It’s like having a lot of children, and they each need different attention. Guess it’s my version of neo-pets. Lance insists on jumping up in my lap while I’m online, so it’s Lance, me and the keyboard and Sweetie across the way happily engaged in his online entertainments.

Drop in the temperature here, so it’s chilly, downright cold, but I’m not complaining, cause Lica tells me it’s like in the teens where they are, and that’s frigid. Then there is is Sis in Utah and I’m sure it’s cold there, not sure what kind of temperatures they get there, but colder than here.

Okay, enough for now, got to keep up this blog, been neglecting it.