Jennifer gave Diane this unique plant with black leaves and delicate purple flowers. I don’t remember the name of it, but she did say it’d be hard to kill, that it would outlast all the other birthday flowers and we could breed it as she has. I love it.
Jennifer gave Diane this unique plant with black leaves and delicate purple flowers. I don’t remember the name of it, but she did say it’d be hard to kill, that it would outlast all the other birthday flowers and we could breed it as she has. I love it.
Mike,
Shot this picture while driving today through Boulder. I thought I had ferreted out all possible sources of latte in this caffeinated town, but here’s another source of the bean.  At first I visualized ordering espresso drinks from the comfort of your barcalounger by phone or email, but (unfortunately) they just cater espresso to businesses.
–rakkity
I continue to work on photos from Diane’s party, but I’m still overwhelmed by the number of extraordinary images. Here are two more – I’m down to about hundred - and maybe I’ll get a first installment album up tomorrow.
Well hello there!
I’ve been looking at the blog — fabulous! I can’t wait for all the pictures to come up. Goose did a really amazing job with those the video. I love it.
Also, I was hoping you could help me get a job job for this summer. I realized that you know everyone in the world, and they’re all really interesting. (See, I’m “networking.” Special, huh?!) Anyways, I’m trying to find a job (paid) or internship (probably unpaid) doing something that I actually care about. Probably environmental justice work (not walking around with a clipboard and begging people for money, but actually DOING and ORGANIZING stuff) or women’s health work. Preferably not having it centered around kids under the age of, like, 15.
Anyways, I have this letter thing I wrote to a bunch of Quaker friends of ours that I could send to you if you think it would be helpful. It would probably be good for people who don’t really know me — it tells a little about my classes and majors and what I’ve done in the past, etc. Okay, I’ll just copy and paste it below.
I’ll give you all a call later today, but my roommate’s fast asleep still. I woke up at 8:45 and couldn’t fall back asleep, so I figured I might as well take care of all this emailing stuff.
Jobless,
Hilary
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Dear all,
Hi everyone! I’m writing to you because I am, naturally, trying to figure out what I’m doing with myself this summer. I would love to have a job or an internship that I find meaningful, important, and interesting, which is really difficult to find!
I’m a sophomore at Oberlin College (in case you had forgotten or never knew), and I recently declared my major as Latin American Studies. I’m not limiting myself, however, to work only within that field. I’ll probably declare an Environmental Studies major or minor by the end of the semester as well. In the environmental field, environmental justice (looking at who receives the benefits versus who receives the burdens of environmental “progress” and degradation) is particularly interesting to me. Additionally, women’s health and access to services is something that I’d love to become more involved in.
Some classes that I’ve particularly loved include Global Environmental History of the 20th Century, Social Psychology, Latina/os in Comparative Perspective, Latina/o Cultural Activism, and Human Rights and Human Wrongs. Over my winter break, which is 4 weeks longer than most, I interned at an organization in San Francisco called About-Face, which combats negative images of women in the media, teaches media literacy workshops in schools, and is starting a new 12-week long activism workshop that ten young women will be a part of this summer (yay!). During high school I went to Nicaragua twice, for a month each time, volunteering the first time in a school translating letters, and the second time teaching photography in a library for kids ages 8-16, which means that I speak Spanish decently well. I’ve been staffing at Friends General Conference since I was a junior in high school, although it isn’t my aim to be working with kids this particular summer. In addition to other volunteering and activism work, I’m also extremely committed Ultimate Frisbee. It’s fabulous.
I was writing to all of you in hopes that you might be able to make suggestions about organizations that you know do good work, people who might be helpful for me to get in touch with, etc. I’ve done a lot of volunteering and organizing, but I’m finding it difficult to get into the more “professional” world of non-profits and activism work than I had suspected. I’m hoping to be in the New England area this summer, preferably in a “city,” although even that’s debatable. Portland (Maine) and the Boston/Cambridge-area are of the most interest to me, since I might also be looking to take classes at a college or university. Chicago is also a definite possibility and very appealing. I’m hoping to not be living at home (even though I love my parents dearly), mostly because a change in scenery is long overdue. I suppose that means it would be good for me to be able to find someplace that would be able to pay me, but that’s negotiable since I might be able to get a grant from the college for living expenses.
Thanks so much for all your support over the years, even if we haven’t spoken recently. Feel free to forward my letter along to people you think I forgot or people you think might be interested in having me work with them this summer.
Much love, and take care,
Hilary
Hil B was on her way to buy tickets for tonight’s Blue Scholars concert when I begged for a photo of the snow she was a tramplin’ through. Her phone sends the photo to a message service that allows web access after its been reduced in size and converted to Flash format. Kinda sucks, but it does have a film noir aspect which is why I’m posting it. Plus, it beats seagulls.
Mike,
Yesterday, Beth and I were out for a stroll around Coot Lake wetlands, and we were admiring the flocks of red-wing blackbirds, when we encountered this painting of herons with a poem by Wendell Berry.
When despair for the world grows in me,
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
Wendell Berry
–rakkity
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