We came home with a heavy bag of goodies from the 2012 Juneau Public Market. When we got there around 2:00, the line was moving quickly. Once we had our bright red tickets, Doug and I split up at the double doors so we could check out our favorite vendors and browse at our own speed.We agreed to meet back in the entry area at 4:00.
It’s hard to get my mind around the impact Facebook has had in the world, and on the way we keep in touch with people. The revolutionaries in Egypt used it to overthrow their government. The Syrian Free Press Facebook page provides “uprising updates”. Famous people have Facebook pages created for them as “Public Figures” whether they want it or not. Reporters grab quotes from politicians’ Facebook pages. Facebook is, well, in your face.
The [filtered word] Riot Women and the Tank Man in Tiananmen Square
A stretch? Maybe, but when I looked at the images of the three young women musicians in the group called [filtered word] Riot seated in the glass “Aquarium” of that Moscow courtroom, I began to think of other pivotal moments when somebody totally unexpected caught the attention of the world.
This summer was all about travel. We signed up for a Grand Circle Travel boat trip from Honfleur to Paris on the Seine, a pre-trip tour of London and a post-trip tour of Paris. Our plan was to go to England a week early, rent a car, see the sights, and then join our tour in London. A highlight would be a few days in Tottington, north of Manchester, to meet my husband Doug’s distant relatives on his grandmother’s side. So, it was to be seven days of touring, genealogy, and fun.
As I wrote in my earlier blog, I was invited to speak at a women’s conference on September 8, 2012, in Unalaska. Billie Jo Gehring, who was born and raised in Juneau, called me from her home in Unalaska and said the conference was about empowerment so they wanted the keynote speech to be around the theme of women's empowerment.
After protesting that there were no doubt empowered women on the island, I was convinced by Billie Jo that she wanted me to be the one to speak to the women of her island community.
The conversation about Alaska begins with "And where do you live?" When I respond, "Juneau, Alaska", people always react with surprise and almost always say, "Wow. Really? What's it like?" Or, "Wow. Really?" My observation is that nobody does that with other states unless they were born there or lived there, as in, "Oh, cool. I used to live in Omaha." Alaska elicits a strong reaction from just about everybody. And then, almost invariably, people ask, "So, where is Juneau exactly?"
Juneau has its Super Voters who never miss an election. We have the “I’m too busy” voters, the “What election?” voters, the “My vote doesn’t matter” voters, and, I guess, as much as it pains me to say so, there are the “I don’t care” voters.
Over 100 women, two from each state, spent all day yesterday (Nov. 16) at the third annual Vision2020/Drexel University Congress in downtown Portland.
Portland welcomed us with open arms and enthusiastic support for the initiative's goals. Once I get home to Juneau, I'll write more about the goals, progress made, and some of the great work women are doing around the country.
I love Christmas. I love the familiar rituals that I’ve followed for forty plus years. Around the 10th of December, Doug gets the big extension ladder out and props it up against the opening to the attic. One by one, he hands me the worn boxes marked “Christmas” out of the attic with their CDs, ornaments, knickknacks, and the crèche. Our live Christmas tree always comes from Glacier Gardens, but the wreath with the big red bow is plumped up with boughs from a convenient tree behind our house.
Imagine sitting down for a lovely dinner with friends and plunging right into the presidential elections. "No politics at the dinner table!" That's excellent advice unless everyone shares the same ideology, in which case it’s fun. Endorphins rise. Everyone is animated. They interrupt and talk over each other. They belong to the same tribe.