Pericval Landing peace vigil, Friday 17 June 2011, Olympia!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7vGqVJhF0o

More information about Richard's travel to Gaza: lopeztogaza.wordpress.com/

I am the proud guardian of two exceptional dogs. They are incredibly dear to me. In fact, my life revolves around them. They are quite easy to love. Sometimes if Willa, the female, is sleeping comfortably on my bed, I will wait until she gets up on her own rather than risk disturbing her prematurely. Fortunately, If she senses that I am wanting to go to bed, she will leap up and go to her blankets by the wood stove without the slightest hint of inconvenience. There are many peculiar things about Willa. Some are secrets she and I keep, some we share with Maximus, her mate. Maximus is not quite as intelligent as Willa; he is driven much more by instinct. Willa is also driven by the primitive forces within, but Maximus has little choice in the matter. Although he laments his failure to master himself, in the critical moment when he is tested, he can only do what his dog spirit tells him to do. Willa, on the other hand, gives every impression to me that she is a rational beast. I have observed in animals a faculty that allows them to comprehend themselves as something worthy of admiration. When one looks upon an animal with a pleased countenance, there is an unmistakable response. Most often, the swelled chest is exhibited and the trimmed eyelids which convey a seriousness and a sort of honor. Their toes may extend a bit, and then recoil as they exhale. Some even smile, turning the mouth up a bit at its end, putting a wrinkle in the cheek. It is lovely to be admired. There must be some advantage to the beast that develops the capacity to notice when it is being regarded in this way. It appears to charge them up, they absorb every pellet, it generates a kind of force field around them. Oh, how the beast loves to be admired.

Happy Valentines Day!

just another Happy Valentine's Day in Oly by dreamsjung

Scarcely a week ago, I put a layer of lime plaster on the cob couch at the former Olympia Salvage site, and then left town to go on vacation. As I worked on it, many people stopped by on their way into Habitat for Humanity and Alpine Experience to ask questions and admire it, because the funny thing is, people like the couch, many even proclaim that they love the couch. It was highly rewarding, as it has been every time I've done work on it, to see the smiles it brings to people's faces and the enthusiasm people have for the project.

Well. Just yesterday I received a very upsetting message from a friend in Olympia that the couch had been destroyed. It was assumed that Habitat was to blame, but as it turns out, the owner of the property--who agreed to the project over a year ago--had someone come and smash the couch. I have no idea why. Maybe he hates community works. Maybe he hates inspiring people.

I'm not discouraged by this idiocy; I'll certainly continue to do community place-making projects. I do find it profoundly disappointing that a labor of love such as this, meant to create common space for people in Olympia to share and enjoy, was so unceremoniously and inexplicably ruined.

Shame on you, Bryan.

Scarcely a week ago, I put a layer of lime plaster on the cob couch at the former Olympia Salvage site, and then left town to go on vacation. As I worked on it, many people stopped by on their way into Habitat for Humanity and Alpine Experience to ask questions and admire it, because the funny thing is, people like the couch, many even proclaim that they love the couch. It was highly rewarding, as it has been every time I've done work on it, to see the smiles it brings to people's faces and the enthusiasm people have for the project.

Well. Just yesterday I received a very upsetting message from a friend in Olympia that the couch had been destroyed. It was assumed that Habitat was to blame, but as it turns out, the owner of the property--who agreed to the project over a year ago--had someone come and smash the couch. I have no idea why. Maybe he hates community works. Maybe he hates inspiring people.

I'm not discouraged by this idiocy; I'll certainly continue to do community place-making projects. I do find it profoundly disappointing that a labor of love such as this, meant to create common space for people in Olympia to share and enjoy, was so unceremoniously and inexplicably ruined.

Shame on you, Bryan.

Scarcely a week ago, I put a layer of lime plaster on the cob couch at the former Olympia Salvage site, and then left town to go on vacation. As I worked on it, many people stopped by on their way into Habitat for Humanity and Alpine Experience to ask questions and admire it, because the funny thing is, people like the couch, many even proclaim that they love the couch. It was highly rewarding, as it has been every time I've done work on it, to see the smiles it brings to people's faces and the enthusiasm people have for the project.

Well. Just yesterday I received a very upsetting message from a friend in Olympia that the couch had been destroyed. It was assumed that Habitat was to blame, but as it turns out, the owner of the property--who agreed to the project over a year ago--had someone come and smash the couch. I have no idea why. Maybe he hates community works. Maybe he hates inspiring people.

I'm not discouraged by this idiocy; I'll certainly continue to do community place-making projects. I do find it profoundly disappointing that a labor of love such as this, meant to create common space for people in Olympia to share and enjoy, was so unceremoniously and inexplicably ruined.

Shame on you, Bryan.

What ever happend to those awesome chicas that made breakfast an event at Rosies on Rogers? I miss it.

"The ultimate weakness of violence
is that it is a descending spiral,
begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy.

Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it.
Through violence you may murder the liar,
but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth.

Through violence you may murder the hater,
but you do not murder hate.

In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes.

Returning violence for violence multiplies violence,
adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.

Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that."
— MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.

i love the wind

i love the rain

i love the moon and stars

id love to vist you quite soon

and kiss you through the bars

This from the Anti-Fun League

Go hugbots go!

Hello,

This is the second communication from The Anti-Fun League.

We're happy to announce that two of our HugBots have been released from police custody. While we regret to inform you that none of our HugBots were successful in their mission of hugging people, we are happy to inform you that one of our HugBots was able to blow kisses at their human captor. We are not entirely convinced that the feelings of love were mutual but we trust that the heart of the human captor, like the Grinch's (as in "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"), grew a little larger that night. Not three sizes. More like two. Although that's a start. Rest assured that if our HugBots were programmed to cry that theirs would be tears of joy.

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