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Special Feature

St. Kilda

Island at the edge of Imagination


St Kilda (Scottish Gaelic: Hiort) is an isolated archipelago 64 kilometres (40 mi) west-northwest of North Uist in the North Atlantic Ocean. It contains the westernmost islands of the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. The largest island is Hirta, whose sea cliffs are the highest in the United Kingdom, and three other islands (Dùn, Soay and Boreray) were also used for grazing and seabird hunting. The islands are administratively a part of the Comhairle nan Eilean Siar local authority area.


The origin of the name St Kilda is a matter of conjecture. The islands' human heritage includes numerous unique architectural features from the historic and prehistoric periods, although the earliest written records of island life date from the Late Middle Ages. The medieval village on Hirta was rebuilt in the 19th century, but the influences of religious zeal, illnesses brought by increased external contacts through tourism, and the First World War all contributed to the island's evacuation in 1930. The story of St Kilda has attracted artistic interpretations, including Michael Powell's film The Edge of the World and an opera.


St Kilda may have been permanently inhabited for at least two millennia, the population probably never exceeding 180 (and certainly no more than 100 after 1851). The entire remaining population was evacuated from Hirta (the only inhabited island) in 1930. Currently, the only year-round residents are military personnel; a variety of conservation workers, volunteers and scientists spend time there in the summer months.


The oldest structures on St Kilda are the most enigmatic. Large sheepfolds lie inland from the existing village at An Lag Bho'n Tuath (English: the hollow in the north) and contain curious 'boat-shaped' stone rings, or 'settings'. Soil samples suggest a date of 1850 BC, but they are unique to St Kilda, and their purpose is unknown. In Gleann Mòr, (north-west of Village Bay beyond Hirta's central ridge), there are 20 'horned structures', essentially ruined buildings with a main court measuring about 3 by 3 metres (10 by 10 ft), two or more smaller cells and a forecourt formed by two curved or horn-shaped walls. Again, nothing like them exists anywhere else in Britain or Europe, and their original use is unknown. Also in Gleann Mòr is Taigh na Banaghaisgeich, the 'Amazon's House'. As Martin (1703) reported, many St Kilda tales are told about this female warrior.


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Weekly Feature

FAR NORTH



Poems and reflections written during a short holiday in the north of Scotland, June 4th – 12th  2014


Wednesday 4th June

Marion and I travel to Thurso, via taxi, bus, Bristol Airport, Easy Jet and hire car, leaving Bathford at 8 am and arriving at Pentland Lodge House at around 6 pm.


Far Northwards


From deep consumer culture

Reeking with manufactured perfume

Bright with useless trinkets and alcoholic excess

We emerged into a land of roadless maps

Filled with contours, water and forest

Speckled with white houses

Tucked into hillsides

Topped with little turrets of unfamiliar architecture

Divided up by stones and slabs


Until that most northern town

On the north coast of a Kingdom questioning its Unity

Marked the end of our journey

From toe to top in a day


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Publisher’s Challenge

Respond to the current challenge by sending your contribution to the publisher here

Selected responses will appear in this column.

Publisher’s Challenge


Respond to the current challenge by sending your contribution to the publisher here


Selected responses will appear in this column.

Challenge #4

May 28, 2014


Truth or Dare


“Did you ever have a Barbie or a GI Joe*?”



In 250 words or less let’s have an honest memoir.


*Okay, if you had a Ken, tell us about your Ken.



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Guest Article

Teach Slow

From her title: World Enough & Time

Christian McEwen




The artist Paulus Berensohn was thought to be slow, even “retarded,” as a boy, when in fact he was simply dyslexic. Now in his seventies, he has made his peace with slowness, which he sees as a necessary prerequisite for any art. The day we talked, he was wearing khaki jeans and a richly colored shirt in fiery reds and corals, over a black T-shirt reading OLD GROWTH. He looked lean and vigorous and tanned, his white hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his small eyes twinkling and alert.

“Creativity can be very fast and very spontaneous,” he told me. But first there had to be time to dream and drift, to listen and attend. “Imagination comes into us before it comes out of us. It is a receptive, a feminine process… imagination for me requires slowness; slow and savor.”


Berensohn is a well-known potter, and a dancer too, who has published several books. He has worked with clay for more than forty years. Early on, he took up pinch-pot work, which he describes as “throwing in extreme slow motion.” As he explains in one of his books, “The more I pinched, the slower I seemed to move; my breath deepened and my very posture… seemed to become less tense…My pinch pots asked to be formed slowly, quietly, and with deep attention.” Often he would close his eyes or lower his gaze in order to focus more completely on the feeling of the clay: how cold it was, how wet; how it felt, right at that moment. It was clear to him that both clay and potter needed time to ripen. Only then could he “breathe the spirit of his life” into the living clay.


Finding One’s Way with Clay appeared in 1972, and became a surprise best-seller. For a while, Berensohn was full of ambition – he was going to write six other books, and give hundreds of workshops and teach – but then suddenly he became very sick, and couldn’t work any more. He went to San Diego in search of alternative healing, arriving, by chance, on Christmas Eve. The next day almost everything was closed. But one movie theater was open, and it happened to be showing Bergman’s The Magic Flute.


While the overture was being played, Ingmar Bergman flashes on one face after another, one face after another. But every ninth face is the face of a young girl, about nine years old. I knew immediately that it was his own daughter, and that he had made the movie as a teaching story for his child. It’s all about the masculine finding its feminine. I came out of the theater saying to myself, that’s what will heal me.

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Non Profit of the Month

Farming Connections, Inc


Farming Connections, Inc., is a non- profit located in Guilford, Vermont.


Our small farm has been involved for over a decade in developing structured, safe activities for our farm animals to spend time with clients to teach kids the ins and outs of getting along with others.


Our therapy animals provide honest, non-judgmental feedback to our clients. These animal teachers help our clients develop skills in a host of critical areas. 


Our farm animals emphasize the value of honest communication and the need for gentleness and respect towards others.  A keen desire to be close to an animal provides powerful motivation to learn new ways of interacting with others.


Our Animal Mediated Therapy © program has already helped many children. We would like to be able to provide services to more children.  We need your help to make this possible.


You can make a tax deductible donation on-line at www.farmingconnections.org   


Thank you in advance for your well wishes and your generous support.


Gail E. Lilly, RN, M.Ed.

President/Founder

Farming Connections, Inc.

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Vermont Diary


The butler, war, humanity

Jul 16, 2014


From an exchange of notes:


Michael, as the saying goes, all questions are stupid, or at least humanizing. I thought the film “The Butler”escaped being a soap in several respects; and not to give the game away for those who had not watched it, but father and son both... didn't they? No more house-nigger and no more panther. Here is, I would essay, something in advance of politics as normal, paid for as is every Prothethean act which brings us light and love, by blood. Here it was freely given, and /not/ for a cause, but for both father and son, for heart, and life and liberty.


You might say their humanity was their revenge. //Phil


Humanity –What a nice concept.


In Vietnam I had a friend, Tony Bailey and we both had a common interest- Jazz Music. We both were on a seven man aircraft recovery team and were about to go out on a mission when we found out that Dr. Martin Luther King was killed in Tennessee. It was as if a magical dividing line separated us into two groups Blacks on one side Whites on the other. Tony and I were now on separated on different sides of that line. We all had weapons and as I watched the human emotions flash on Tony’s face our two groups started to raise our weapons at each other. I threw my weapon down walked across that line said something nonsensical to Tony, “If it makes you feel better shoot me” Instead we cried together and hugged each other.


So I guess there was a bit of humanity in that inhuman place called Vietnam. //Michael

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Monthly Feature


William Hays, print maker


A visit with William Hays in his studio in Brattleboro. To accompany this article the current print he is working on now appears in a 7 stage slide show at Studio 3, click the link and press ‘play slideshow’.


I had previously interviewed the subject for an hour on January 21, 2011 almost exactly 3 years ago. Readers might like to read the transcript here. Then we progressed from art to the universe and all that.


This time we conspired to be more disciplined and attempt to illustrate a print in progress and something of the nature of the art.


Where better to start than with the inks themselves? An immediate question I had was if the materials the artist used were generally the same as had Gutenberg (c. 1395 – February 3, 1468)? And they were. Stand oil, I discovered, is a base for the ink made from linseed oil thickened by heating in an oxygen deprived chamber, and linseed comes from flax and is a good drying oil for a process known as polymerizing.

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Selected Letters


Mac Gander

Jun 29, 2014


In response to your Diary piece on dress code, first Phil your piece was great, with just the right kind of humor this sort of thing requires. I don't know that the issue will go away--in fact, Woody said that the school board would look at it, and I know at least five very smart young women who plan to follow up. What Olga didn't get in her story, which I'm sure was hard to report, was that the initial design of the protest, which actually came from a very politically savvy circle of friends, got hijacked along the way by some kids who wanted to have more fun than that, and did not necessarily understand the principle of ironic non-violent protest.


Now my sense is that these smart girls will keep the issue alive--if only because fashion mores have changed more quickly than the code, and they're actually just wearing the clothes you can buy at the mall--there are not alternatives, it's like you'd have to have your tops and shorts special-ordered if you wanted to fit the code. (My own daughter carries a sweater with her, just in case she gets caught by the border police.)


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Monkey’s Cloak


Taking a wheelchair to the garden

Charles Monette



Bed to commode to couch to bed

Child sick… hospitalized in the midst of summer

A venture out

Of the safety of the hepa-filtered air of the transplant ward

Into fresh air that breathes so simply


Free of IV infusions,

Oxygen tank fed pump along for a just in case

Nasal cannula,

Blankets for July

Elevator patiently waiting by


Taking a wheelchair to the garden

Immunocompromised footing keeps her distance alone

Worrisome worries come and go like clouds in a windy sky

Gentle push from mother clears the doors

Out into the magical green of a summer day


Amazingly tall redwood graces a corner

Towering above grounded roots tumbled, knotted, intertwined in grass

Standstill in the shade to watch a squirrel playing like cats play

“I just want to stand for a bit”

A few steps in socked feet, a gloriously shy smile back


“I want to stay here forever.”


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Column Untitled Work


Snake Skins 

Mac Gander

Jul 22, 2014


My wife has been confined from her usual athleticism by a broken foot, and we’re on a college break, too, so she has directed an orgy of housecleaning, years of accumulated boxes and so on coming down from the attic and up from the basement in this home we have made together for so many years now. Our older daughter, just graduated from college, has been helping sometimes, and last night as we were all going through boxes and watching Croatia play Brazil, she found a ream of old photographs in a box I have probably not noticed for two decades. She handed them to me, and I could see that they were what are left of the photos I took in Manila during the People’s Revolution in 1986.


It was impossible for a mediocre photographer like me to take any good shot of the thing, in that pre-digital era when film and developing cost real money, so you only could take a few shots, no selfies. The crowd was huge, four million strong hanging out like a block party on the broad avenue called EDSA, and my focus was poor. It was a cheap camera, a Pentax 1000 I had picked up at a discount place in Kowloon along with a small manual typewriter, and while I had a zoom lens, it was not a very good lens. As I looked at the photographs it felt impossible than any of it had ever mattered. It did, of course, but the time is so distant now that meaning has been threshed from it in my repeated revisitings over the years. I think “hypostatized” is the technical term.


Still, in the mix of photos I also found two snake skins—collected at a different point but somehow mixed in with the photos—and also the one photo I ever had of Ghani, the Marcos hit-man I met at an Ihaw-Ihaw the day after the revolution. And it was wonderful, on this misty Vermont evening, how quickly the photograph of Ghani leapt to my memory and accorded with it, the thin pencil mustache, the smirk that substituted for a smile, the red bandana worn pirate-style, the dark aviator sunglasses like a third-string CIA operative in the Vietnam era.


I once had a pair of those glasses, too, smoky gray, and I used to wear them at night when I wandered barefoot on the Manhattan streets when I was 18. I would walk from Riverside Drive up to Broadway and then down along the avenue watching the whores and pimps and dealers, and then I would walk back home again on West End. I don’t know what I was trying to prove, or what any of this means now.  I was just young and I felt edgy sometimes. But the two snake skins with the photos seemed salutary. How many skins have I shed, over these many years, and which still cling to me? What more do I have to shed?

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Column 4our writers: Charles Monette, Laura Momaney, Matti Salminen, Nanci Bern

Labyrinth as a Universal Truth

Charles Monette

Jul 19, 2014


The Classic 7 Path is a walking meditation for everyday life. 

I’ve just returned from pulling some green weeds at the Clark Street labyrinth. Along the path, I balanced myself spiritually and physically. Shushing some inner conversations into silence, tabling some thoughts of today’s doings, as well as, koan balancing a usually, relatively difficult irregular quartz stone atop another of white marble with ease.

My meditation stole 19 minutes from my walk in space and time and gave back 39.  It is metaphysically magical that way…

The labyrinth is a gift and a tool to be shared.  There is no admission fee, no expectations of engagement.  While walking, I use a left-brain rational and a right brain intuitive approach to center.

Intentional thoughts of prayer, of sending vibes of well-being to friends and family and of loving service to all blossom there in stillness and  in gratitude.  Jean Houston in her forward to Helen Curry’s book, The Way of the Labyrinth, writes, “What accounts for this mythic appeal?” (that of the labyrinth) She answers herself, “Something about the turnings of the labyrinths releases us from the tyranny of the local and the habitual.”

As in sitting meditations offered by such masters of breathing into silence like Thich Nhat Hanh, the d’alai Lama, and Thomas Merton, the walking of a labyrinth brings one to calm.  “Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky.  Conscious breathing is my anchor.” Thich Nhat Hanh.

Wayne P. London, M.D., my metaphysical teacher and beloved friend believes that labyrinths are a tool, a profound tool that offers spiritual and healing aspects to be engaged while centering to center.

He teaches with multiple sensory intelligences that The Classic 7 Path Labyrinth with its 3-{2-1}-4-{7-6}-5 sequence embraces universal truths that are found in science, in the arts, and in multiple spiritual traditions. <extract> Read More ➤


Column Articulate

Leadership

Kate Anderson

Jul 15, 2014

      

I tend to think leadership asks us to be willing (though it's not prescribed) to also take on the fool's role.  By that I mean Hamlet as fool.   Push, confront, place it out there, demand evidence of some good grappling with the grand what ifs.   Failure?  Yes, and of course, to be expected. 


Let things be muddied and watch the joy and vigor by which they sort themselves.  

An arts district.  A name is a rose,  is a rose.  It is wise to call the question, is it important, useful, good to designate such such, that which is.  Are we to petition the State for formal designation of an Arts District, a Cultural District?  Brattleboro is that already.  And an arts campus, and a de facto arts colony.   Or, it can be that we are no more an arts town than a sports town or a retail haven.


What  does matter is for us to see how we function.  Take  the engine apart.  Look at all the pieces. Tinker.   How do they work with one another.  Oops ?? Did we just innovate to another compound?   Ah yes, and now we have Worpsewede, Bloomsbury.   And we can call on a fertile fertile field.   And we might name it, too. It doesn't matter.  The field yields its own harvest


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Column Open Mind

Ex-Felons Automatically Have The Right To Vote in Vermont!

Offie Wortham

Jul 17, 2014

If you ask the average person if they think a convicted felon has the right to vote, most will tell you that they do not believe an ex-felon can vote. This is not true. Anyone who is not in jail, and who is not on parole can vote and hold public office in Vermont. The person does not have to file any kind of a petition or seek a pardon. Released felons are not routinely informed of their right to vote in this state, and often believe—incorrectly—that they can never vote again. In Vermont the person never loses their right.


The laws vary greatly from state to state. A person convicted of theft in New Jersey automatically regains the right to vote after release from prison, even if they are on parole. In New Mexico such an offender is denied the vote for the rest of their life unless they can secure a pardon from the governor.


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Column Nurturing Nature

Seeds of Wonder

Tasneem Tawfeek

Jun 12, 2014


This spring, in an effort to raise environmental awareness, I started focusing on and promoting the act of planting gardens. I hosted an event for girls last April in which one of the workshops offered tips on planting gardens, and the girls, at that time, even took home mini-gardens of their own: seed starting kits to later transplant into gardens once the seeds started to sprout. Around the same time, I also took it upon myself to plant seeds and over the weeks that followed I watched them sprout and later I transplanted them into a garden, all the while feeling very satisfied with myself that I was playing an active role in reducing my carbon footprint. However, as time went on and I continued tending to my garden, I slowly found myself reflecting on what was happening right before my eyes. Yes, there are many environmental benefits to planting gardens. They readily provide us with fruits and vegetables in our own backyards. They even absorb carbon dioxide in the air and they release oxygen. No one can deny the positive environmental impact that comes with planting gardens. But, with me, it became so much more as I started to realize that not only do gardens benefit the environment, they can also benefit us on such a deeper, almost therapeutic level.


For starters, it struck me as I began to see how gardens brought people together in a meaningful, positive manner. I heard stories of busy families that would all of a sudden be pulled into this closeness with the common goal of gardening at the center. The act of planting gardens has something beneficial for every age group whether it's watering, digging, pulling, planting, or simply watching seeds begin to sprout and evolve. I believe that gardening may, perhaps, just be one of the most meaningful activities that families can take part in together. In addition, in today's demanding society, individuals may also find it a struggle to maintain a regular exercise schedule. When done properly, gardening can be incorporated into any exercise routine which in turn can only benefit both our minds and bodies. The amount of stamina involved in planting gardens benefits the mind while the physical aspect of digging and planting actually involves a great deal of flexibility of the muscles and increases the strength of our bodies. <extracts> Read More ➤


Column Old Lady Blog

Foraging

Toni Ortner

Jul 13, 2014


According to the American College Dictionary foraging is: the seeking or obtaining of food, act of searching for provisions of any kind, to wander in search of supplies, to hunt or search about. This is not a word that is in common use unless one is taking a course that teaches how to survive in the wilderness by eating lamb’s ear.

Nevertheless, if one believes in the predictions of Porter Stansberry & Associates Investment Research, one has begun to forage to survive. Porter Stansberry and Associates are unknown to the general public but well known to those who have enough money to make financial investments in the stock market or buy precious metals.  Although many regard the predictions of this firm as being radical or un-American, it is interesting to see what this firm says. This firm believes that the United States is about to see a major collapse of our national monetary system due to government debt that we can never pay.


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Column in between

Julia Ferrari

May 27, 2014



Every time I begin to feel lost or overwhelmed, I take a moment to slow down and look outside of myself to see other lives around me and to reflect on how each of our lives comes together, despite problems, to allow us choices— to live this life to reach our potential & meet our challenges. I believe each of us carries with us a direction, with lessons to learn and fires to light within ourselves. Many paths stretch out in front of us as we start our lives, some are painful and others are fulfilling but they each can bring us closer to our interior life. We don’t always take those forays into the unknown, those roads we can’t see the end of, because what we don’t know can scare us, and fear can be a strong entangler … However, through paying attention to our intuition, that inner voice that nudges us in certain directions (if we listen close enough) we can catch a glimpse of a possibility that is not mapped out.


For me, art was one of the first interests I followed as a youth, despite being discouraged by a kindergarten teacher for not measuring up, and it continued to press at me at the edges of my life. I remember being twenty-four and not knowing what I wanted to do as a career, there were so many possibilities and no clear path to my identity, it seemed. Painting, calligraphy, and poetry became threads that started to be woven. Then, while living in Boston, I responded to an ad in the “Real Paper” involving letterpress and the small press movement, and that began, most unexpectedly the direction of my life.

Within the context of the hand printed books I was encountering, printmaking began to interest me, but then one day I saw a title page—as a shape, not just as information, and the world of typographic design opened up in front of me.


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Column Beer & Bangers

On the Road: A Visit to J.D McCliment’s Pub and MacLaomainn's Scottish Pub

Terri Kneipp

Jun 30, 2014


The Beer & Bangers crew has been adventurous venturing far from their usual confines of the Big B into such foreign territory as Putney and Chester, VT.  The crew chooses locations based on the possibilities of either a good selection of brews and grub from past personal experience, word of mouth or sheer luck of stumbling upon an establishment. Not all who participate enjoy beer, so other beverages are explored including wine, cocktails and good ole ice tea being a connoisseur of the latter myself still learning the finer nuances of the heartier brews.


J.D. McCliment’s Pub (http://www.jdmcclimentspub.com/) in Putney is well established with a steady stream of customers, both local and visitors. Along with a casual, indoor dining area with a pool table upstairs, weather permitting there is an inviting outdoor deck. The beer selection was minimal with mostly bottled domestic beers with a Shale being one exception which was excellent. Ice tea was freshly brewed and decent, nothing exciting but fine. Now, the meat of the meal, so to speak, received mixed reviews. The Turkey Burger was thought good with the Ruben being perfectly acceptable. After that there was debate, one member thought the Fish and Chips fine, while one indicated the fish was over cooked. The Bratwurst was passable, but would not be had again with the Corned Beef being too salty. Overall the atmosphere was pleasant with adequate service, albeit slow which seems to be the rule in local pubs rather than the exception. The crew agreed they might to go back to enjoy an evening outside with lively conversation and a beverage of choice where food wasn’t the focus but accessible. It was noted that an authentic Scottish pub it was not; for that, one need only head to Chester.


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Column Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Bathroom Stories

Jeri Rose

Jun 8, 2014


               Excretion is something people have large privacy issues about. Everyone must do it, but a huge majority in US society seems to think crap is disgusting. Now I agree that it is unpleasant to step in dog shit and getting it off one’s shoe to end the misery of being followed by that redolent, unmistakable odor causes one considerable trouble especially if one is in a pair of shoes that will be ruined if simply washed under a faucet. We have such shame about this body function that young people, in the beginning of courtship, will not do number two in a bathroom in a home where the other is present. Homes are now built so that partners do not use the same bathroom due to disgust and shame at having any awareness that the other has a bowel.  A reality TV show “Flipping Out” takes place where in a home-office, the workers are not allowed to use the bathroom to have a bowel movement. Presumably, they have to get into a car and go to the nearest public place that has a bathroom that will flush these offensive solids that are prohibited in that boss’s home.


               I applaud the Jewish religion that has a prayer thanking God for a good defecation. I am of the opinion that our finicky attitude toward natural functions in general retards our growth to maturity. Thus I am telling bathroom stories, memories of memorable occasions around this necessary natural endgame of eating. I am generally of a high minded disposition, thinking about God, the origins of humans, the meaning of life, so I write recognizing this may surprise those who have read other stories or poems that I have written for me to be going so low as to concern myself with this topic. I write with an expectation that some of my experiences will be familiar and part of something funny we all share whether we feel shame or reduced for engaging in this bodily function or not. I know that everyone has some vivid memory of accidents and triumphs around this process.


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Column Chess

Phil Innes

Jun 2, 2014

Guest article by Grandmaster Susan Polgar 


This interview was originally published in my www.chesscafe.com column in August 2003. It was the most emotional interview I have ever conducted. The original title was A Man with a Noble Cause. The Mission: Help Chess (Scholastic and Women's Chess)

Susan Polgar: Why are you so passionate about changing the face of chess in America?


Paul Truong: Well, it is a very good question and one I don’t think I have ever talked about before. It started from circumstances I had to deal with throughout the early part of my life. Growing up in Saigon, Vietnam, I became a chess icon at a very young age. I won the first National Junior (under 21) Championship when I was only 5 years old, unexpectedly. All of a sudden, I became a sensation, a child prodigy. I defended this title for the next three years. At the age of 8½, I stunned the country by winning my first national championship and defended it successfully for four consecutive years. My celebrity status skyrocketed. I was invited by the late President Marcos of the Philippines to attend the Fischer vs. Karpov match in Manila in 1975 (which of course never took place). I also qualified for the World Junior (under 21) Championship in Manila that same year. At that time, I thought I had a chance to showcase my talent on a world stage. Then, my life came crumbling down. The communists from North Vietnam took over my country on April 30, 1975. I was no longer allowed to travel. I was no longer allowed to play chess freely. Since my father was working for the US Embassy prior to the fall of South Vietnam, my family was singled out. They considered us traitors. For the next four years, my father had to constantly be in hiding. Otherwise, he would have been executed. The new government no longer allowed me to train in chess. The only thing they allowed me to do was to defend my National Championship, which I did successfully until April 30, 1979, the fourth anniversary of the fall of Saigon. On that day, my father and I escaped by boat through an underground network, leaving my mother and young brother behind. They would never survive this dangerous escape. Our hope was to be able to get out first and bring them out later through another channel. To make the long story short, we faced death many times. How we survived was a miracle in itself.


SP: So what exactly happened?


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Column Energetics  Energy policy & practice for the twenty-first century

George Harvey

US and World Energy News, Jun 13


¶ Another $15billion ready — Buffett


World:

¶   Chinese demand for natural gas is expected to almost double in the next five years as the country aims to use cleaner fuels to clear its cities’ smog-filled skies, according to the International Energy Agency. [Financial Times]


¶   Energia has announced that they have commenced operations at its newest wind farm in County Tipperary, supplying energy to homes and businesses across Ireland. The €19 million Hollyford wind farm has the capacity to produce 9 MW of renewable electricity. [Siliconrepublic.com]


¶   Iberdrola has pledged to invest $5 billion in Mexico’s energy sector through 2018 under an agreement with the Federal Electricity Commission. Iberdrola already has more than 5.2 GW in operating nameplate capacity – wind farms and combined cycle natural gas plants. [Recharge]


¶    Expanding its international and renewable energy footprints, GE Energy Financial Services invested in a 32-MW solar PV project in Japan. GE Energy Financial Services’ plan is to invest over $1 billion annually in renewable energy projects worldwide. [AltEnergyMag]


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Column O Citoyen!

Climate Change: Fear or Hope?

Robert Oeser

Jul 14, 2014

Brattleboro Citizens' Breakfast Invitation


In July, the "Brattleboro Citizens' Breakfast" will again take place on the fourth Friday of the month,  Friday, July 25,  2014 at the Gibson Aiken Center, downstairs, hosted by Senior Meals. Doors open at 7:30am.


The Topic for this month will be:   Climate Change:  Should we be Fearful? . . . Or Hopeful?  A discussion of some positive trends in energy use..

The presenter will be George Harvey, the General Factotum of the Green Energy Times - http://greenenergytimes.org/


=> Because we need to plan for  the number of people having  breakfast, please  RSVP by no later than Tuesday, July 22, by replying to <Robt.Oeser@gmail.com> -     (or call 518-505-9031 [c])

=> The breakfast, provided by Senior Meals will feature a Frittata,  fruit, yogurt, juice and coffee.  Cost is $6.00 for those under 60 years of age. ($3.50 is the suggested donation for those over 60 years.)

=> Brattleboro Time Traders may use one time credit hour to attend the breakfast, hosted by Brattleboro Senior Meals.


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Column Post Oil Solutions

“Gasland Part II”

Post Oil Solutions will screen the movie, “Gasland II” at its 4th Tuesday of the month Climate Change Café on Tuesday, July 22, 6:00 PM, in the Brooks Memorial Library Community Room

 

This event is free and open to the public. Light refreshments will be available.

 

In this explosive follow-up to his Oscar®-nominated film “Gasland”, filmmaker Josh Fox uses his trademark dark humor to take a deeper, broader look at the dangers of hydraulic fracturing, or fracking, the controversial method of extracting natural gas and oil, now occurring on a global level (in 32 countries worldwide).


“Gasland Part II” shows how the stakes have been raised on all sides in one of the most important environmental issues facing our nation today. It declares that the gas industry's portrayal of natural gas as a clean and safe alternative to oil is a myth, and that hydrofracked wells inevitably leak over time, contaminating water and air, hurting families, and endangering the earth's climate with the potent greenhouse gas methane. In addition the film looks at how the powerful oil and gas industries are in Fox's words "contaminating our democracy".


For further information: Tim Stevenson, 802.869.2141, info@postoilsolutions.org.


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Column rape


Laurie Green

Jul 5, 2014

This column contains violent and sexual material



I am excruciatingly sad as I write this.  I feel helpless as a voice in what is a REAL 'war against women' in this country.  I have been so overwhelmed by all of the news stories involving rape, child sex rings, legislators attacking the basic rights of women and then the Supreme Court ruling in regard to Hobby Lobby.  I also feel incredible anger but it seems as though all the anger in the world does not help.  I just sobbed my head off this morning.  I was entirely wracked with sobs.  I could only just hold my head in my hands and let my body shake and let the tears and the anguish come roaring out.  What have I done that's made a difference?  My 8-year-old niece was in the other room.  She is a young girl who will grow up in the world that is currently being fashioned by groups of smug, largely white men.  I still sit here with tears in my eyes as I write this.  This is beyond a war, it is a vicious and calculated attempt to hold me down, hold my female friends down, hold down our young girls, hold down the men who actually care.  And one of the parts that just brings me to my knees is the women who are defending these actions as responsible and nothing to feel angry and anguished about.  I finally accept that a broad base of people just don't care about my body and my wish to make decisions that are about my physical and emotional safety.  And what I have to say to all of you screaming about your religious rights, keep your fucking hands off my civil rights.

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Column The Great Adventure

The Feminine in the Twenty-first Century

Like A Girl

Terri Kneipp

Jul 1, 2014


Yes! Like A Girl


Wow. I feel remiss. Evidently I was supposed to feel responsible for the inappropriate ways men have ogled me since I was 12 or to think only girls should have to dress conservatively for school. This week has been full of stereotypical negative phrases, images and responsibilities about or toward girls and women being bandied about, discussed in multiple arenas, debated ad nauseam in other words, my mind is spinning. Between school dress codes to a broader discussion on modest dress to limiting phrases, let’s dive into the deep end.


Early in the week on a ladies forum, the talk turned to modest dress: what was appropriate, how to help men behave themselves, should cleavage be shown or not, etc. This in itself is a powder keg ready to start a maelstrom. My first thought was that it’s not my job to “help men” control their impulses; but, also that it was demeaning to men, assuming they couldn’t control themselves. Give the guys some credit: they all aren’t lecherous, leering dolts who are unable to be respectful using common decorum in every day life. Luckily, I found a video for Christian men from a Christian man (http://johnpavlovitz.com/2014/06/20/young-men-sex-and-urge-ownership-and-why-its-not-the-girls-problem/), so if you are not a Christian, you may not see an issue, that isn’t the point. My point is taking the responsibility for any action off of anyone other than the person who is committing the action. If a crime is committed, it should never be the victim’s fault.  If I choose to wear a tank top that shows a little cleavage, heaven forbid, because it is summer, I have an ample chest and it’s freaking hot and some man stares, that’s on him. I am not dressing a certain way to elicit a given response, but I am also not going to over react unless the behavior is obnoxious and intrusive. Being bundled from head to toe in puffy ski gear, I have had men make comments that weren’t appreciated and I dealt with them as any mature woman would, swiftly, clearly and leaving no doubt of my meaning. With that said, dressing fairly modestly is what works for me.


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Column Natural Inclusivity

NATURAL INCLUSION FOR THE YOUNG OF HEART AND MIND

Alan Rayner

Apr 30, 2014


A WORD FROM THE WISE


INTRODUCTION


The imaginary conversation set out below shows how a ‘youngster’, i.e. anyone with a truly open mind and heart, could readily be helped by an experienced mentor to realize that everything in Nature is made of space and energy as distinct but mutually inclusive presences. This simple realization of what has been called ‘natural inclusion’ is denied by abstract logic and materialism, which is rooted in the assumption that space and matter are mutually exclusive or confining. This assumption damagingly and paradoxically discounts the infinite omnipresence and receptive influence of space from the evolution of the natural world and our human place within it.


THE CONVERSATION


YOUNGSTER:  What is the world made of?


MENTOR: It’s like this …most people might try to answer that question by describing some kind of substance or material, like ‘earth’ or ‘air’ or ‘fire’ or ‘water’  or some combination of these. But actually, when you think about it carefully, you will realise that the most basic kind of presence in the world is not really a substance at all, but has to be present for any kind of substance to exist. Can you imagine what this presence is – a presence that makes the existence of substance possible, but isn’t itself a substance? We need to think about this presence first. Where is this presence, and what does it feel like?


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Op Ed

a book about adoption and Moms.

The Op Ed writer is

Linda Whiton

Jun 2, 2014


She was due on November 28th and came on December 13th, St. Lucia’s day, day of light.  I lay in bed watching my clock, a loud click every time a minute passed, counting minutes between contractions for hours,  too scared to wake my brother up to bring me to the hospital.    But once my water broke I went into Mom’s room and she called Paul and off we went into the grey morning snow.


After sixteen hours of labor, after coming in and out of a fog in the delivery room I saw her head crown.  The medical team thought she might not fit through my birth canal so they increased the anesthetic and forced me to sleep at the final push.  She was born and removed from me.  I could hear her cry and I could hear them talking about her and saying how beautiful she was.  Dr. Shapiro leaned over me, congratulated me on a job well done and told me he was going to remove me from the room, not show her to me, not let us bond.  It was thought to be easier for both of us.  Several hours later I was moved into a room with two other women.  One woman‘s baby was born addicted to smack, the other’s was born premature with a damaged heart.  The doctors were trying to move him to Columbia Presbyterian.  Both women were in distress, my automatic, middle child, take care of everyone else, clicked in immediately and I brushed away attention to myself and helped the others.


After visiting hours the night  she was born, my eldest brother flirted his way past the nurses with flowers.  He came in my room and tossed my robe at me. “Come on, let’s go look at her” I got up out of bed, took his arm and we walked slowly down to the nursery where two babies lay in small tanks.  The first was the one pound preemie, tiny and tied with tubes and oxygen under his nose.  And the other was my large baby girl with lots of black hair and the look of a two month old: aware, conscious and alive.  Mike and I stared, she looked like a Whiton baby, the nurses remarked how beautiful she was and slow tears began to run out of both of our eyes.


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  Real Food ! 


Nashville Hot Chicken

Mark Lee

Jul 24, 2014


This is my home made version of Nashville Hot Chicken. Brined for 12 hours in special salt/pepper seasoning and then soaked in Tabasco Buttermilk and egg, then dredged again in a spicy flour and pepper mix. I have a new respect for Nashville Hot Chicken. It's easier to just go get you some. Recipe available for those that really want to spend about 3 hours in the kitchen, but worth it if you like to cook. Read On and for More Reader’s Recipes ➤

Graphic Traffic

An orientation to illustration and illustrated books for writers

By Marlene O’Connor on Jan 16, 2013

Photo by Vermont Views

Street Dance – Flight, personal piece


Here are illustrations of Marlene’s work and she has also contributed notes on how to sensibly engage graphic artists, illustrators and publishers as a generous addition to orienting the writer to the subject.  

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Dec 28th, 2011

Photo Brooks House Fire


Things started quietly enough with normal amounts of snow but the people in the municipal building could hardly anticipate multiple disasters in 2011  

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Kipling’s Questionnaire

Last Entry Mac Gander

Photo Rudyard Kipling at Naulakha near Brattleboro.


130 years ago in 1880/81 Rudyard Kipling completed the 26 question questionnaire. Kipling subsequently moved to Brattleboro and Dummerston, living here from 1892 to 1896.


At the time it is said that Kipling was known by more people in the world than was any other person. I would like to publish your own responses in Vermont Views Magazine to the very same questions Kipling answered.




Please add your answers below the 26 questions on the questionnaire page, or write in for a set of emailed questions.


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StudioONE

Len Emery



The Project:


Goffstown Slaughterhouse



Here is a small representative sample of a fairly large project at a slaughterhouse in Goffstown.


The Photographer


Len Emery


"I come from an engineering background with all of its inflexibility and predefinition. Conversely, photography is often fleeting and very much undefined. I try to capture the image as it happens, the instant framed from my perspective for all to see my interpretation. I try to use the environment as an element of the image, allowing it to enhance and sometimes be the image. I then try to draw the viewer into the image as I was drawn in when I first saw it.


I am a pilot as well as a photographer and use my flying skills and camera together when doing contract aerial photography. All of my photos are typically of Vermont and in particular the villages and valleys of the Black River basin area.


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Studio TWO

Featuring

April at Gallery 2 Vermont Artisan Designs 106 Main Street in Brattleboro, is currently showing a range of works.

Featured in this photo exhibit are blue glass by Ed Branson [illustrated]; painting of sugaring by Paul Madalinski; horse by Joseph Fichter; circus photos by Jeffrey Lewis; stained glass canoe by David Wissman; paintings by Dane Tilghman. See More ➤


Studio 3

A seven color print, ‘Migration’, by William Hays


William Hays, printmaker

To view the images sequentially, click the link to Studio 3 and press ‘Play Slideshow.’

To illustrate a companion article on print making by Brattleboro artist William Hays, the subject kindly forwarded me these 7 images of a print in the making. The full article will appear as a Monthly Feature.  See More ➤


Studio 4

Featuring 6 Photographers



Len Emery

Phil Innes

Rich Holshuch

Merritt Brown

Ray Bates

Greg Worden



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If You Lived Here

Jul 18, 2014



Open to the public and FREE, 12p-1p

Monday, July 21

Express Fluency

Come experience a fun and effective way of learning a language. Elissa McLean, founder and director of Express Fluency, will talk about what to look for in a language program and demonstrate an effective and effortless way to acquire language through an engaging Spanish class. Leave your textbooks at home!

 

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Tuesday, July 22

Community Meditation

Bring a pillow or two for a comfortable floor seat or use one of our chairs. Come in at any time during the hour and stay as long as you like.

 

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Wednesday, July 23

Michael Hertz—on Guitar

Finger picking acoustic guitar covering folk, blues, and ragtime songs.


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If You Lived Elsewhere

About 5,000 years ago The Quontock Hills would have looked much the same

  May 31, 2014



Fancy a walking holiday? Here is a selection of photos from across the pond in the Quontock hills, Somerset.


The Quantock Hills is a range of hills west of Bridgwater in Somerset, England. The Quantock Hills were England’s first Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty being designated in 1956 and consists of large amounts of heathland, oak woodlands, ancient parklands and agricultural land.


The hills run from the Vale of Taunton Deane in the south, for about 15 miles (24 km) to the north-west, ending at East Quantoxhead and West Quantoxhead on the coast of the Bristol Channel. They form the western border of Sedgemoor and the Somerset Levels. From the top of the hills on a clear day, it is possible to see Glastonbury Tor and the Mendips to the east, Wales as far as the Gower Peninsula to the north, the Brendon Hills and Exmoor to the west, and the Blackdown Hills to the south. The highest point on the Quantocks is Wills Neck, at 1,261 feet (384 m) Soil types and weather combine to support the hills' plants and animals. In 1970 an area of 6,194.5 acres (2,506.8 ha) was designated as a Biological Site of Special Scientific Interest.


They have been occupied since prehistoric times with Bronze Age round barrows and Iron Age hill forts. Evidence from Roman times includes silver coins discovered in West Bagborough. In the later Saxon period, King Alfred led the resistance to Viking invasion, and Watchet was plundered by Danes in 987 and 997. The hills were fought over during the English Civil War and Monmouth Rebellion but are now a peaceful area popular with walkers, mountain bikers, horse riders and tourists. They explore paths such as the Coleridge Way used by the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, who lived in Nether Stowey from 1797 to 1799, or visit places of interest such as Quantock Lodge.


Evidence of activity in the Quantocks from prehistoric times includes finds of Mesolithic flints at North Petherton and Broomfield and many Bronze Age round barrows (marked on maps as tumulus, plural tumuli), such as Thorncombe Barrow above Bicknoller. Several ancient stones can be seen, such as the Triscombe Stone and the Long Stone above Holford. Many of the tracks along ridges of the Quantocks probably originated as ancient ridgeways. A Bronze Age hill fort, Norton Camp, was built to the south at Norton Fitzwarren, close to the centre of bronze making in Taunton.


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A Word In Your Ear

“like a crab going to Ireland”


A NEW book on Devon dialect has shone the spotlight on some of the Westcountry's most weird and wonderful phrases.


Devon Dialect, written by language enthusiast Ellen Fernau, based in Norfolk, identifies some of the quirkiest words to be used in our neighbouring county.


A statement from the publisher, Bradwell Books, said: “Devon has a unique set of vocal traditions, many developed because of quirks of geography and others from a complex social demography.


“Many efforts have been made to record the language traditions of the area and to identify the sources of some of the words that are, or used to be, in common use.”


WEIRD AND WONDERFUL DEVONSHIRE WORDS

1. An ‘angletwich’ is a fidgety child or quick moving creature;

2. A ‘dummon’ is an affectionate (we hope) term for wife;

3. Devonians refer to holidaymakers as ‘grockles’ (in Cornwall they are known as ‘emmits’)

4. If you have been cheated, you have been ‘folshid’;

5. A ladybird is, rather grandly, a ‘god's cow’;

6. If you are being silly you are ‘maze as a brush’;

7. Or, if you have no sense, you have ‘no nort’;

8. And nonsense is ‘witpot’;

9. While the word for daft is ‘zart’;

Charmingly, ‘snishums’ is the Devon word for sneezing.


The book has prompted a flurry of responses from people in Devon offering words of their own as part of their dialect - but are these really Cornish terms?


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Curious Topics


Where no girl has gone before

Jun 17, 2014


Lego to launch female scientists series after online campaign

Science-themed project was submitted to Lego Ideas by Dr Ellen Kooijman, who recognized a gender gap in toy sets.


Women in science are taking one tiny, plastic step forward after Lego announced on Tuesday it will launch a series of female scientists and their lab tools.

The science-themed project was selected as the latest Lego Ideas winner, and is set to hit shelves in August 2014.


The series – notably devoid of pink – includes an astronomer with a telescope, a paleontologist with a dinosaur skeleton and a chemist in a lab.


The project idea was submitted by Dr Ellen Kooijman, a geochemist in Stockholm.

In her project proposal, Kooijman wrote: "The motto of these scientists is clear: explore the world and beyond!"


The toy company has been criticised in the past for its gender-based marketing tactics, and in particular, over a line of building blocks geared for girls called Lego Friends, featuring slim female figurines that lock into pastel-painted settings such as a beauty salon and bakery.

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100 Years Ago

Feature:  May 29, 1914

RMS Empress of Ireland

May 23, 2014



Caption: Sailors unloading the children’s coffins


RMS Empress of Ireland was an ocean liner that sank in the Saint Lawrence River following a collision with the Norwegian collier SS Storstad in the early hours of 29 May 1914. Of the 1,477 persons on board the ship, 1,012 (840 passengers, 172 crew) died. The number of those who were killed is considered largest of any Canadian maritime accident in peacetime.


Empress of Ireland was built by Fairfield Shipbuilding and Engineering at Govan on the Clyde in Scotland and was launched in 1906. The liner, along with her sister ship Empress of Britain, was commissioned by Canadian Pacific Steamships (CP) for the North Atlantic route between Quebec and Liverpool in England. The ship had just begun her 96th sailing when she sank.


The wreck lies in 40 metres (130 ft) of water, making it accessible to divers  Many artifacts from the wreckage have been retrieved. Some are on display in the Empress of Ireland Pavilion at the Site historique maritime de la Pointe-au-Père in Rimouski, Quebec. The Canadian government has passed legislation to protect the site.


Numerous books have been written about the sinking of Empress of Ireland and several films have been made. In January 2012, the Norwegian Radio NRK P2 broadcast a radio documentary.


There were only 465 survivors, 4 of whom were children (the other 134 children were lost) and 41 of whom were women (the other 269 women were lost). The fact that most passengers were asleep at the time of the sinking (most not even awakened by the collision) also contributed to the loss of life when they were drowned in their cabins, most of them from the starboard side where the collision happened. <extract>

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Local History

May 5, 2013


A lyrical homage by Charles Monette



With 1878’s best intentions, some sturdy men began

Building Brattleboro’s narrow gauge in the southeast kingdom

Upside verdant country, the West River, to South Londonderry

Financed by bankers’ bonds bought in towns’ river valleys

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Sep 7, 2013

Photo by Vermont Views


A photo essay of 40 images and caption


“Before The Fall”



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Reviews Old & New

By Joanna Trollope

Reviewed by: Alan Rayner


I found this an absorbing, moving and compelling story written in clear, unfussy, undemanding language, which held my interest throughout. Its core theme is both ancient and contemporary – the difference in priorities associated with the quest for hierarchical power and the needfulness of human beings as living, loving creatures. The former arises from and is sustained by the obliteration of the latter, resulting in the paradoxical desensitization and objectification of self- and group-identity that engenders human avarice, xenophobia and enmity. In military organizations this desensitization is deliberate. Here is how John Keegan (2004) describes military training:-

‘…the deliberate injection of emotion…will seriously hinder, if not altogether defeat, the aim of officer-training. That aim…is to reduce the conduct of war to a set of rules and a system of procedures – and thereby make orderly and rational what is essentially chaotic and instinctive. It is an aim analogous to that pursued by medical schools in their fostering among students of a detached attitude to pain and distress… the rote-learning and repetitive form and the categorical, reductive quality …has an important and intended psychological effect. Anti-militarists would call it depersonalizing and even dehumanizing. But given…that battles are going to happen, it is powerfully beneficial…one is helping him to avert the onset of fear, or, worse, of panic… ’

The assumption here is, of course, that battles are inevitable, which is only true if human needfulness is disregarded and/or treated as ‘weakness’. Avoidance and alleviation is the natural response to pain and distress, and, ironically, the very basis for ‘deterrence’ in the modern era.

The pivotal moment in this story comes when the wife and step-daughter of a soldier returning from Afghanistan are required to obliterate their own self-needs in favour of the soldier’s and Army’s demands and convenience. There is an especially poignant passage when the stepdaughter is sent away to boarding school and steals a friend’s ‘nintendo’ as a cry for help. Needless to say she gets into trouble instead of getting help. Eventually, however, her action, and subsequent determined running away from a situation she hates, punctures the emotional barrier that has formed between her parents, opening a communication channel through which real if uncertain prospects of a loving family future emerge.


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Brattleboro Skyline

A massive photo essay with captions

Jun 11, 2014


The Slow Living Summit and The Strolling of the Heifers 2014


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Localvore Directory

Click this link for locally grown and manufactured food products and how to find them directly

Mar 24, 2013


To add your business to the free listing of Localvores — contact the publisher at onechess@comcast.net


Phone numbers, websites, e-mails, travel directions and hours of business of a few dozen local farms and businesses making Vermont food products. Support your local food economy!


Just Added — Full Plate Farm

 

Full Plate Farm is a one acre vegetable farm conveniently located one and a half miles from downtown Brattleboro, VT.  We grow over 100 varieties of delectable, nutritious veggies using organic practices. We offer a CSA which includes all of our veggies, as well as berries and sweet corn from a few other local farms. We offer 12 different share options, so that you can choose how much produce you get and when. We also offer options between some of the veggies in your share as well as a “swap box” so that you will always have a choice to trade out a veggie you don’t like for one you do. Every week we include recipes and cooking suggestions. 


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This column is sponsored by the Brattleboro Food Coop http://brattleborofoodcoop.coop


Write On!

hardly chanced upon in books

Phil Innes

Jul 21, 2013



'Even in the penance

Planning sins anew’


Says a verse of St Kilda

And to add a few words


We were silenced

Not subdued.


I gave thee love when thou wast but a child

Love that shall not wane till I go beneath the earth


[from a song; St Kilda lilt]


Ciod e am bas a fhuair t’arthair?

Chaidh e leis


(How did your father die?

Over the cliff, is the reply)


So might we prefer they say of ourselves, we who live yet, and work for other god than we had chanced afore. All this in the clear light hardly chanced upon in books.


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B.E.S.T

Are you wearing Dhaka?

Photo by Vermont Views Shop Window

This article is an extract from The Guardian, UK


When it comes to fashion, applying even the most modest ethical criteria is ridiculously hard. All the big chains – including Primark, which had a supplier in the destroyed Rana Plaza building on Dhaka's outskirts, and has promised "to provide support where possible" to the families of the 187 workers known to have died – have ethics policies that can be viewed online. None has a clearly labelled and readily availably Fairtrade or equivalent line on the shop floor.


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George Macaulay Trevelyan, OM, CBE, FRS, FBA (16 February 1876[2] – 21 July 1962), was a British historian. Trevelyan was the third son of Sir George Otto Trevelyan, 2nd Baronet, and great-nephew of Thomas Babington Macaulay, whose staunch liberal Whig principles he espoused in accessible works of literate narrative avoiding a consciously dispassionate analysis, that became old-fashioned during his long and productive career. The noted historian E. H. Carr considered Trevelyan to be one of the last historians of the Whig tradition.


“The dead were and are not. Their place knows them no more and is ours today... The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockcrow"

-- "Autobiography of an Historian", An Autobiography and Other Essays (1949).”


Education... has produced a vast population able to read but unable to distinguish what is worth reading.


One half who graduate from college never read another book.


Action springs not from thought, but from a readiness for responsibility.


Never tell a young person that anything cannot be done. God may have been waiting centuries for someone ignorant enough of the impossible to do that very thing.


I have two doctors, my left leg and my right.


Disinterested intellectual curiosity is the life blood of real civilization.


Social history might be defined negatively as the history of a people with the politics left out.


If the French noblesse had been capable of playing cricket with their peasants, their chateaux would never have been burnt.

 

To This Degree


An image a day every day of the year

   

Today: an epidemic of mumps


The spreading power of individual crises through a collectivity



Jul 23 2014 Leo 2°  (1° to 15° Leo is COMBUSTION in Act 2; Stabilization)

 

Brattleboro Skyline

Jun 11, 2014



Slow Living Summit


Strolling of the Heifers


2014


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Column 4our

writers: Charles Monette, Laura Momaney, Matti Salminen, Nanci Bern

Labyrinth as a Universal Truth

Charles Monette

Jul 19, 2014


The Classic 7 Path is a walking meditation for everyday life. 

I’ve just returned from pulling some green weeds at the Clark Street labyrinth. Along the path, I balanced myself spiritually and physically. Shushing some inner conversations into silence, tabling some thoughts of today’s doings, as well as, koan balancing a usually, relatively difficult irregular quartz stone atop another of white marble with ease.

My meditation stole 19 minutes from my walk in space and time and gave back 39.  It is metaphysically magical that way…

The labyrinth is a gift and a tool to be shared.  There is no admission fee, no expectations of engagement.  While walking, I use a left-brain rational and a right brain intuitive approach to center.

Intentional thoughts of prayer, of sending vibes of well-being to friends and family and of loving service to all blossom there in stillness and  in gratitude.  Jean Houston in her forward to Helen Curry’s book, The Way of the Labyrinth, writes, “What accounts for this mythic appeal?” (that of the labyrinth) She answers herself, “Something about the turnings of the labyrinths releases us from the tyranny of the local and the habitual.” [Illus: Chartres Cathedral]

As in sitting meditations offered by such masters of breathing into silence like Thich Nhat Hanh, the d’alai Lama, and Thomas Merton, the walking of a labyrinth brings one to calm.  “Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky.  Conscious breathing is my anchor.” Thich Nhat Hanh.

Wayne P. London, M.D., my metaphysical teacher and beloved friend believes that labyrinths are a tool, a profound tool that offers spiritual and healing aspects to be engaged while centering to center.

He teaches with multiple sensory intelligences that The Classic 7 Path Labyrinth with its 3-{2-1}-4-{7-6}-5 sequence embraces universal truths that are found in science, in the arts, and in multiple spiritual traditions. <extract> Read More ➤

 

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Snake Skins 

Mac Gander

My wife has been confined from her usual athleticism by a broken foot, and we’re on a college break, too, so she has directed an orgy of housecleaning, years of accumulated boxes and so on coming down from the attic and up from the basement in this home we have made together for so many years now. Our older daughter, just graduated from college, has been helping sometimes, and last night as we were all going through boxes and watching Croatia play Brazil, she found a ream of old photographs in a box I have probably not noticed for two decades. She handed them to me, and I could see that they were what are left of the photos I took in Manila during the People’s Revolution in 1986.


It was impossible for a mediocre photographer like me to take any good shot of the thing, in that pre-digital era when film and developing cost real money, so you only could take a few shots, no selfies. The crowd was huge, four million strong hanging out like a block party on the broad avenue called EDSA, and my focus was poor. It was a cheap camera, a Pentax 1000 I had picked up at a discount place in Kowloon along with a small manual typewriter, and while I had a zoom lens, it was not a very good lens. As I looked at the photographs it felt impossible than any of it had ever mattered. It did, of course, but the time is so distant now that meaning has been threshed from it in my repeated revisitings over the years. I think “hypostatized” is the technical term.


Still, in the mix of photos I also found two snake skins—collected at a different point but somehow mixed in with the photos—and also the one photo I ever had of Ghani, the Marcos hit-man I met at an Ihaw-Ihaw the day after the revolution. And it was wonderful, on this misty Vermont evening, how quickly the photograph of Ghani leapt to my memory and accorded with it, the thin pencil mustache, the smirk that substituted for a smile, the red bandana worn pirate-style, the dark aviator sunglasses like a third-string CIA operative in the Vietnam era.


I once had a pair of those glasses, too, smoky gray, and I used to wear them at night when I wandered barefoot on the Manhattan streets when I was 18. I would walk from Riverside Drive up to Broadway and then down along the avenue watching the whores and pimps and dealers, and then I would walk back home again on West End. I don’t know what I was trying to prove, or what any of this means now.  I was just young and I felt edgy sometimes. But the two snake skins with the photos seemed salutary. How many skins have I shed, over these many years, and which still cling to me? What more do I have to shed?


Still, seeing Ghani again and holding the image in my hand brought one memory back, hard and keen. We were traveling together, living under cover for a while after the revolution. Ghani was hiding from the new forces of righteousness that had taken over the capitol, forces I had supported with all my being, and I was hiding from my life.


I had been out of touch with home for a while, and then the phones were down during the Revolution, so when I called my father after the show was over, I had a lot to say to him, but he interrupted to tell me that he had decided to leave my mother. It was a strange time in my family. He seemed a great deal more preoccupied with what was going on in his own life than anything happening in mine, so we didn’t talk long.


Then I called the woman I had been living with in Manhattan before I left, my lovely poet friend, but her grandmother had just died and she was very angry with me for having been out of touch for so long. She also had a new lover, though I did not know it at the time. I had a new lover, too, whom she did not know about--a street-girl named Diana whom I fed and sheltered, and later married—a different story, and her name was actually Lorna, not Diana, although I did not learn that for six more months.

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Monkey’s Cloak


Taking a wheelchair to the garden

Charles Monette



Bed to commode to couch to bed

Child sick… hospitalized in the midst of summer

A venture out

Of the safety of the hepa-filtered air of the transplant ward

Into fresh air that breathes so simply


Free of IV infusions,

Oxygen tank fed pump along for a just in case

Nasal cannula,

Blankets for July

Elevator patiently waiting by


Taking a wheelchair to the garden

Immunocompromised footing keeps her distance alone

Worrisome worries come and go like clouds in a windy sky

Gentle push from mother clears the doors

Out into the magical green of a summer day


Amazingly tall redwood graces a corner

Towering above grounded roots tumbled, knotted, intertwined in grass

Standstill in the shade to watch a squirrel playing like cats play

“I just want to stand for a bit”

A few steps in socked feet, a gloriously shy smile back


“I want to stay here forever.”


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Column Articulate

Leadership

Kate Anderson

Jul 15, 2014

      

I tend to think leadership asks us to be willing (though it's not prescribed) to also take on the fool's role.  By that I mean Hamlet as fool.   Push, confront, place it out there, demand evidence of some good grappling with the grand what ifs.   Failure?  Yes, and of course, to be expected. 


Let things be muddied and watch the joy and vigor by which they sort themselves.  

An arts district.  A name is a rose,  is a rose.  It is wise to call the question, is it important, useful, good to designate such such, that which is.  Are we to petition the State for formal designation of an Arts District, a Cultural District?  Brattleboro is that already.  And an arts campus, and a de facto arts colony.   Or, it can be that we are no more an arts town than a sports town or a retail haven.


What  does matter is for us to see how we function.  Take  the engine apart.  Look at all the pieces. Tinker.   How do they work with one another.  Oops ?? Did we just innovate to another compound?   Ah yes, and now we have Worpsewede, Bloomsbury.   And we can call on a fertile fertile field.   And we might name it, too. It doesn't matter.  The field yields its own harvest

It's the doing, the functioning, the playing, the risking, the stretching.  

Honor one another and love our fields, explore and plow with abandon.

Brattleboro feeds thousands with ideas and innovation and perspective, thousands.


An arts district ( the whole town ) I think there can be a very loosely woven fabric of support.  Very loosely woven.  Allowing for the fledglings to gulp a few breaths before setting out.   They are the ones.  Like the sling new mommies wear, just simply woven.   With a recognition that we do what we do, that we cross-pollinate as we do, that we contribute and use, use and contribute and isn't that yes, isn't that yes. 

It's not important at all to name anything anything.   It is important to respect --as in re-look at each other ---and see what we are.  We are not crazed self-absorbed, self-indulgent people.  Instead, we are you.  We can love Harmony Lot into a real Place.  We can contribute and use, and use and contribute.  <extract>

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Column Open Mind

Ex-Felons Automatically Have The Right To Vote in Vermont!

Offie Wortham

Jul 17, 2014

If you ask the average person if they think a convicted felon has the right to vote, most will tell you that they do not believe an ex-felon can vote. This is not true. Anyone who is not in jail, and who is not on parole can vote and hold public office in Vermont. The person does not have to file any kind of a petition or seek a pardon. Released felons are not routinely informed of their right to vote in this state, and often believe—incorrectly—that they can never vote again. In Vermont the person never loses their right.


The laws vary greatly from state to state. A person convicted of theft in New Jersey automatically regains the right to vote after release from prison, even if they are on parole. In New Mexico such an offender is denied the vote for the rest of their life unless they can secure a pardon from the governor.


Only four states (Maine, Massachusetts, Utah, Vermont) do not disenfranchise convicted felons at all. Forty-six states and the District of Columbia have disenfranchisement laws that deprive convicted offenders of the right to vote while they are in prison. In thirty-two states, convicted offenders may not vote while they are on parole, and twenty-nine of these states disenfranchise offenders on probation.


In eight states, a pardon or order from the governor is required; in two states, the ex-felons must obtain action by the parole or pardons board. In Mississippi, an ex-convict who wants to vote must either secure an executive order from the governor or get a state legislator to introduce a bill on his behalf, convince two-thirds of the legislators in each house to vote for it, and have it signed by the governor. In at least sixteen states, the only method provided by federal law for restoring voting rights to ex-offenders is a presidential pardon. <extract>

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Weekly Feature

FAR NORTH

Alan Rayner



Poems and reflections written during a short holiday in the north of Scotland, June 4th – 12th  2014


Wednesday 4th June

Marion and I travel to Thurso, via taxi, bus, Bristol Airport, Easy Jet and hire car, leaving Bathford at 8 am and arriving at Pentland Lodge House at around 6 pm.


Far Northwards


From deep consumer culture

Reeking with manufactured perfume

Bright with useless trinkets and alcoholic excess

We emerged into a land of roadless maps

Filled with contours, water and forest

Speckled with white houses

Tucked into hillsides

Topped with little turrets of unfamiliar architecture

Divided up by stones and slabs


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Weather

Jul 24, 2014





from NOAA

The National Weather Service


Brattleboro: Mostly sunny, with a high near 79. Northwest wind around 9 mph.


Tonight
Mostly clear, with a low around 49. Light north wind.


National: Severe thunderstorms will continue this evening and tonight


Strong storms with heavy rain, wind and hail will continue over Oklahoma, Arkansas and northeast Texas this evening and tonight. Strong storms are also expected from northeast Pennsylvania to Maine. More strong storms may impact the Idaho panhandle, eastern Washington State, western Montana and southwest Tennessee. Hot temperatures continue for the Great Basin, southern Arizona and Oregon.


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When you’re in the studio painting, there are a lot of people in there with you. Your teachers, friends, painters from history, critics... and one by one, if you’re really painting, they walk out. And if you’re really painting, you walk out. — From a talk with Philip Guston.

 
Write On!

hardly chanced upon in books

Phil Innes

Jul 21, 2013



'Even in the penance

Planning sins anew’


Says a verse of St Kilda

And to add a few words


We were silenced

Not subdued.


I gave thee love when thou wast but a child

Love that shall not wane till I go beneath the earth


[from a song; St Kilda lilt]


Ciod e am bas a fhuair t’arthair?

Chaidh e leis


(How did your father die?

Over the cliff, is the reply)


So might we prefer they say of ourselves, we who live yet, and work for other god than we had chanced afore. All this in the clear light hardly chanced upon in books.


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StudioONE

Len Emery



The Project:

Goffstown Slaughterhouse


Here is a small representative sample of a fairly large project at a slaughterhouse in Goffstown.


The Photographer

Len Emery


"I come from an engineering background with all of its inflexibility and predefinition. Conversely, photography is often fleeting and very much undefined. I try to capture the image as it happens, the instant framed from my perspective for all to see my interpretation. I try to use the environment as an element of the image, allowing it to enhance and sometimes be the image. I then try to draw the viewer into the image as I was drawn in when I first saw it.


I am a pilot as well as a photographer and use my flying skills and camera together when doing contract aerial photography. All of my photos are typically of Vermont and in particular the villages and valleys of the Black River basin area.


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Jul 19, 2014




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Learned ghosts surround me now

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Jul 15, 2014




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Goffstown Slaughterhouse

Jul 11, 2014




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Jun 13, 2014



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Teach Slow

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Once, a pond, a time

Jul 10, 2014




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Darkness and blinding, brilliant light

Jul 12, 2014




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Jul 9, 2014





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Another funeral I won’t attend

Jul 8 2014



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Learning of my life

Jul 7, 2014



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Doc Humes and the Invisible War

Jul 6, 2014



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“That sounds a little biblical to me”

Laurie Green

Jul 5, 2014




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“Gasland Part II”

Jul 5, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Mac Gander

Charles Monette

Terri Kneipp

3 Poems, incidentally

Jul 3, 2014




New Column

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Kate Anderson

Design and Connections

Jul 3, 2014




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Murder in the woods

Matti Salminen

Jul 1, 2014



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Terri Kneipp

Like a girl

Jul 1, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Mac Gander

On Black Mountain View Road

Jun 30, 2014



Beer & Bangers

J.D McCliment’s and MacLaomainn's Scottish Pub

Jun 30 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Matti Salminen

Long necked birds

Jun 29, 2014




Selected Letters

Mac Gander

Dress Code

Jun 29, 2014




Vermont Diary

It’s hot in the kitchen

Jun 28 2014



New Column

4our

Charles Monette

Walking a Sacred Labyrinth Centering to  place

Jun 28, 2014




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Tim Stevenson

What We Know

Jun 25, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

After The Solstice


Loneliness hogging my conversations

2 Poems, Mac Gander and Charles Monette

Jun 23, 2014





Non Profit

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Farming Connections, Inc

Jun 23, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Terri Kneipp

The Long

Good-bye

Jun 23, 2014



Write On!

The Strange Tale of Sam Whitlock

a short story by dale r. botten

Jun 23, 2014




New Column

4our

Laura Momaney

The Lost and Found

Jun 22, 2014



Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

Dangerous Inclinations

Jun 22, 2014



Vermont Diary

Bra straps in Brattleboro

Jun 21 2014



Selected Letters

Margaret Rogers

Knoxville: Summer of 1915  by James Agee

Jun 20, 2014




Untitled Work

Mac Gander

Inman Square (I)

Jun 19, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Richard A. Dudman

Broken

Jun 18, 2014



Curious Topics

Where no girl has gone before

Jun 17, 2014




New Column

4our

Matti Salminen

What is Clintonia?

Jun 17, 2014




Guest Article

Robert A. Dudman

Flourishing

Jun 15, 2014



If You Lived Here

Proof

Vermont, Smartest State

Jun 14, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Maclean Gander

Sunday Breaks on Deer Park Brook:

Two Sonnets

Jun 13, 2014



Energetics

George Harvey

Another $15billion ready — Buffett

Jun 13, 2014



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ECONOMIC DEVELOPMENT ROUNDTABLE

BaBB BRAINSTORM/IDEA BOARD

Part 3/4

Jun 12, 2014




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Nurturing Nature

Tasneem Tawfeek

Seeds of Wonder

Jun 12, 2014



Brattleboro Skyline

Massive photo essay with captions

Slow Living Summit & The Strolling of the Heifers 2014

Jun 11, 2014



Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

Memory/ Forgiveness

Jun 10, 2014



Open Mind

Offie Wortham

“Does Our Government Have Any Responsibility to Help Our Children Defend Themselves Against Advertising?”

Jun 9, 2014



Chess

Phil Innes

Real Survivor Part 2 ‘inner strength’

Jun 8, 2014



Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jeri Rose

Bathroom Stories

Jun 8, 2014



Arts & Leisure

Matti Salminen 

Slow Living Summit

Jun 8, 2014



Untitled Work

Mac Gander

Fugue State

Jun 6, 2014




Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

June Climate Change Café Features Community Conversation with Area Artists

Jun 6, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Charles Monette

Wetlands Campaign

Jun 5, 2014



Op Ed

Linda Whiton

Creating the Strength to Speak,

a book about adoption and Moms.

Jun 2, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Jeri Rose

How Alone

June 1, 2014



Real Food ! 

Comb Potato?

Mark Lee

Jun 1, 2014




Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

A Different Sort of Book Review

Jun 1, 2014



If You Lived Elsewhere

About 5,000 years ago The Quontock Hills would have looked much the same

May 31, 2014



Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

Engaging the Unengaged

May 30, 2014




O Citoyen!

Robert Oeser

Citizen’s Breakfast Report

Orly Munzing and The Strolling

May 29, 2014




Publisher’s Challenge #4

“Did you ever have a Barbie or a GI Joe*?”

May 28, 2014




Vermont Diary

Where they all go to die

May 27 2014




in between

Julia Ferrari

Following a Thread 

May 27, 2014




Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jeri Rose

Soul Food

May 26, 2014



Open Mind

Offie Wortham

So, are you an Alien?

May 25, 2014




Untitled Work

Mac Gander

What Remains Of Us

May 24, 2014




100 Years Ago

Feature:  May 29, 1914

RMS Empress of Ireland

May 23, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Charles Monette

Kisses anchored in fear 

May 23, 2014





Weekly Feature

Mark Twain

Is Shakespeare Dead? 

May 22, 2014




Open Mind

Offie Wortham

“The Uniqueness of the Trans-Cultural Awareness Institute”

May 22, 2014




Untitled Work

Mac Gander

Transgression and other loves

May 21, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Ian Turnbull

Terri Kneipp

Two Poems on a theme 

May 19, 2014


Vermont Diary

May 18, 2014




Energetics

George Harvey

Tea and Turbines 

May 18, 2014



Chess

Phil Innes

Is it Time to Kill College Sports?

May 18, 2014


Reviews

Old & New

By Joanna Trollope

Reviewed by

Alan Rayner



Real Food ! 

Grandma’s Rhubarb Pie

Tara Innes

May 17, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Derek Innes

Fallen Angel 

May 16, 2014




Publisher’s Challenge #3

“Designer Incarnation 2100 Application”

May 15, 2014




Open Mind

Offie Wortham

“My Next Time Around”

May 15, 2014




Untitled Work

Mac Gander

Burning Leaves

May 14, 2014




Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jeri Rose

A Mother's Day Tail

May 13, 2014




Monkey’s Cloak

Alan Rayner

Wreckage 

May 12, 2014



If You Lived Elsewhere


The Far Side

  May 11, 2014



Selected Letters

Tasneem Tawfeek

Helping Earth: Small Changes

May 10, 2014



Vermont Diary

Adventures in Consciousness

May 9 2014




My Side of Madness

Matti Salminen

Embrace Love

May 9, 2014



Vermont Diary

Burying the body

May 8 2014


If You Lived Here

Hal-an-tow or The Furry Dance

May 8, 2014




Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

Climate Change Café Screens “The Wisdom to Survive”

May 7, 2014


If You Lived Here

The US Postal Letter Carrier Food Drive is this Saturday, May 10th!

May 7, 2014




O Citoyen!

Brattleboro Citizens' Breakfast Invitation

Robert Oeser

May 7, 2014



Arts & Leisure

Matti Salminen 

Brought to life

May 6, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Charles Monette

Here come those 5 o’clock birds 

May 6, 2014



Weekly Feature

Firefighters, the first 60 seconds

May 4, 2014



Guest Article

Christian McEwen

Time to Talk

May 3, 2014




Energetics

George Harvey

Renewables, Carbon & Money

US and World Energy News

May 3, 2014



Open Mind

Offie Wortham

People should determine their own Ethnicity

May 2, 2014



Vermont Diary

Zorba and Frankie

May 1, 2014



Publisher’s Challenge

Lloyd Graf

“Short, short story”

May 1, 2014




Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

A CALL FOR ENTRIES 

The Art of Climate Change

May 1, 2014



100 Years Ago

Valley of the Kings

May 1, 2014



Reviews

Old & New

Everyone Here Spoke Sign Language: Hereditary Deafness on Martha's Vineyard

By Nora Ellen Groce

Apr 30, 2014



Natural Inclusivity

Alan Rayner

NATURAL INCLUSION FOR THE YOUNG OF HEART AND MIND

Apr 30, 2014




rape

An open letter to President and Michelle Obama

Laurie Green

Apr 29, 2014




Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

We are All Polar Bears

Apr 29, 2014



If You Lived Here

Library Cuts

Apr 28, 2014



Selected Letters

Robert Oeser

A Modest Proposal?  Letter to the Selectboard

Apr 28, 2014




Studio2

Featuring

Ed Branson, Paul Madalinski, Joseph Fichter, Jeffrey Lewis, David Wissman, Dane Tilghman

Apr 28, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Charles Monette

A fair English complexion 

Apr 27, 2014



Vermont Diary

Criminal inactivity, evident  non representation, cultural cumulation

Apr 26, 2014



Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

Elderly Abuse

Apr 26, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Anon

The Wolf of the Desert 

Apr 24, 2014



My Side of Madness

Matti Salminen

Siege Psychiatry

Apr 24, 2014



Arts & Leisure

Matti Salminen 

Digging Deeper

Apr 23, 2014




New Column

Open Mind

Offie Wortham

Affirmative Action should be based on Need not Race

Apr 23, 2014



Guest Article

Mac Gander

Story in Three Days and Nights, A Fragment

Apr 22, 2014



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Old & New

From the BBC...

Jamaica Inn

Apr 21, 2014


Weekly Feature

In Conversation with Gemma Champoli, Hospice

Apr 19, 2014



If You Lived Elsewhere

The Minack Theatre

Apr 19, 2014



Vermont Diary

Shootists

Apr 18, 2014



Curious Topics

Zentai suits

Would You Like To Wear These?

Apr 18, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

2 Good Friday Poems

Ian Turnbull

For Grace 

&

Terri Kneipp

All So We Wouldn’t Cry Alone



Real Food !

Tara Innes

Green Sauces, 2 variations

Apr 17, 2014



Studio 4

Group Shoot

6 PHOTOGRAPHERS

3

THEMES

Apr 17, 2014




Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

Life Is a Deck of Cards or Change is the Constant

Apr 16, 2014



Write On!

Offie C. Wortham

Relativity  

Apr 16, 2014


Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jeri Rose

Body Politics  

Apr 15, 2014



New Column

Open Mind

Offie Wortham

Digital/Device Detoxing is Common Sense

Apr 14, 2014



New Column

Ars Gratia Artis

Terri Kneipp

A rose is a rose is a rose!

Apr 14, 2014


If You Lived Elsewhere

Beer Special

Apr 13, 2014


Guest Article

Nanci Bern

The Great Exodus—Salamanders and Passover Crossings

Apr 13, 2014



Publisher’s Challenge

“Short, short story”

Apr 13, 2014



Monkey’s Cloak

Charles Monette

Stray details  

Apr 12, 2014



Vermont Diary

A survey

PhDs, ‘pot holes’ and a billion bucks

Mar 11, 2014



My Side of Madness

Matti Salminen

Unjustified aspirations

Apr 11, 2014




100 Years Ago

Feature: April 20, 1914

The Ludlow Massacre

Apr 10, 2014



Energetics

George Harvey

Science and Technology, US and World Energy News

Apr 9, 2014



Old Lady Blog

Toni Ortner

The Woman Who Juggled Glass Balls

Apr 9, 2014



Arts & Leisure

Matti Salminen

What excites imagination?

Apr 8, 2014



Vermont Diary

Sap, columnists, hype, just like you

Apr 6, 2014




Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

Food Security Collaborative Benefit Concert

Apr 6, 2014



Archetypal Hippie Speaks

Jeri Rose

A Modest Proposal

Apr 5, 2014



Non Profit of the Month

Loaves and Fishes

A special invitation from

Bill and Nancy Ames

Apr 5, 2014




New Column

Open Mind

Offie Wortham

Do we really have a caste system in America?!

Apr 5, 2014



rape

Cherries in the Snow

Laurie Green

Apr 4, 2014



Selected Letters

Lloyd Graf

Pot Holes essential to local economy?

Apr 3, 2014



Write On!

Mac Gander

Teaching the Prose Poem at the 100th Anniversary of the Great War

Apr 2, 2014



Post Oil Solutions

Tim Stevenson

Climate Change Cafe: "Dealing with Climate Change in Vermont"

Apr 2, 2014



The Great Adventure

Terri Kneipp

Daddies’ Little Girls

Apr 1, 2014



100 Years Ago

Feature: 31st March, 1914

First Survey of Easter Island

Mar 31, 2014



Beer & Bangers

Terri Kneipp

Spring — Beer, Impartially Considered

Mar 30, 2014



New Column

Ars Gratia Artis

Terri Kneipp

Ray Bates, The British Clockmaker

Mar 29, 2014



Just Added

Full Plate Farm

Localvore Directory

Mar 24, 2014



Selected Letters

Offie Wortham

The Call for a National Conversation to bury

“The One-Drop Rule”

Mar 25, 2014


rape

Howard Dean — Don’t go to Dartmouth

A GUEST ARTICLE by CHARLOTTE ALBRIGHT

Mar 20, 2014



Op Ed

Rebecca Burns

We can’t even  feed ourselves

Food Deserts

Mar 17, 2014


Monthly Feature

Photo Essay

William Hays,

print maker

February, 2014





 

Special Feature

St. Kilda

Island at the edge of Imagination


St Kilda (Scottish Gaelic: Hiort) is an isolated archipelago 64 kilometres (40 mi) west-northwest of North Uist in the North Atlantic Ocean. It contains the westernmost islands of the Outer Hebrides of Scotland. The largest island is Hirta, whose sea cliffs are the highest in the United Kingdom, and three other islands (Dùn, Soay and Boreray) were also used for grazing and seabird hunting. The islands are administratively a part of the Comhairle nan Eilean Siar local authority area.


The origin of the name St Kilda is a matter of conjecture. The islands' human heritage includes numerous unique architectural features from the historic and prehistoric periods, although the earliest written records of island life date from the Late Middle Ages. The medieval village on Hirta was rebuilt in the 19th century, but the influences of religious zeal, illnesses brought by increased external contacts through tourism, and the First World War all contributed to the island's evacuation in 1930. The story of St Kilda has attracted artistic interpretations, including Michael Powell's film The Edge of the World and an opera.


St Kilda may have been permanently inhabited for at least two millennia, the population probably never exceeding 180 (and certainly no more than 100 after 1851). The entire remaining population was evacuated from Hirta (the only inhabited island) in 1930. Currently, the only year-round residents are military personnel; a variety of conservation workers, volunteers and scientists spend time there in the summer months.


The oldest structures on St Kilda are the most enigmatic. Large sheepfolds lie inland from the existing village at An Lag Bho'n Tuath (English: the hollow in the north) and contain curious 'boat-shaped' stone rings, or 'settings'. Soil samples suggest a date of 1850 BC, but they are unique to St Kilda, and their purpose is unknown. In Gleann Mòr, (north-west of Village Bay beyond Hirta's central ridge), there are 20 'horned structures', essentially ruined buildings with a main court measuring about 3 by 3 metres (10 by 10 ft), two or more smaller cells and a forecourt formed by two curved or horn-shaped walls. Again, nothing like them exists anywhere else in Britain or Europe, and their original use is unknown. Also in Gleann Mòr is Taigh na Banaghaisgeich, the 'Amazon's House'. As Martin (1703) reported, many St Kilda tales are told about this female warrior.


This Amazon is famous in their traditions: her house or dairy of stone is yet extant; some of the inhabitants dwell in it all summer, though it be some hundred years old; the whole is built of stone, without any wood, lime, earth, or mortar to cement it, and is built in form of a circle pyramid-wise towards the top, having a vent in it, the fire being always in the centre of the floor; the stones are long and thin, which supplies the defect of wood; the body of this house contains not above nine persons sitting; there are three beds or low vaults that go off the side of the wall, a pillar betwixt each bed, which contains five men apiece; at the entry to one of these low vaults is a stone standing upon one end fix’d; upon this they say she ordinarily laid her helmet; there are two stones on the other side, upon which she is reported to have laid her sword: she is said to have been much addicted to hunting, and that in her time all the space betwixt this isle and that of Harries, was one continued tract of dry land.


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