Saturday, April 21, 2007


Alright… let’s get started… I make no apologies for grammar or spelling… blame my copy of Microsoft Word for not reminding me. I guess an explanation might be due here re: the poem below. It is one of my favorites. I'll run on about Rumi some other day...

I few years ago as I was approaching my 50th birthday I decided it was time to do things I have always wanted, and if folks wanted to join me fine, but I just couldn’t see my self staying home and puttering in the garden (though puttering in my garden is one of the things I enjoy the most). So I some what over reacted and took a visiting professorship at the Universidade Federal de Ouro Preto in Brasil (Muito obrigado CNPq e o povo Mineiro, uai!).

I'll share what I learned about life and soem of my research on later posts as well.

So after spending an amazing year abroad as a visiting professor, the poem kind of defines where I am today…

I sit on a few committees at CSUS and see so many of my colleagues who are preoccupied with houses, and shopping, and safety… not the safety from wacko gun slingers, but “germs, and staying in “clean” countries. A colleague told me that she didn’t want to travel in South America because of the water… What the hell? The water? The city drinking water in São Paulo is as good as any water in North America… the drinking water in any city in Brazil is a good as home for that matter. She of course has her children in private school and wanted to do “research” in Finland. She Understand I don’t have anything against the Fins, it is just if my government wants to improve relations with the rest of the world, I would hope my colleagues would be encouraged to take their talents to places that need them… Her work is with infectious diseases… hmm what infection to the Fins suffer from, that someone from Sacramento can be of assistance? But I digress… I think she was being less “notorious” and more of a professor from Pleasantville University… that’s right… PU!

The iris is from this morning’s puttering.

Friday, April 20, 2007

Welcome to my BLOG


Contemplate:
BEWILDERMENT / Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks


There are many guises for intelligence.
one part of you is gliding in a high
windstream,
while your more ordinary notions
take little steps and peck at the
ground.
Conventional knowledge is death to
our souls,
and it is not really ours.
It is laid on. Yet we keep saying
that we find "rest" in these "beliefs."
We must become ignorant of what we have been taught and instead be bewildered.
Run from what is profitable
and comfortable.
If you drink those liqueurs,
you will spill the springwater of real life.
Distrust anyone who praises you.
Give your investments, money, and the interest on the capital, to those who are actually destitute.
Forget safety. Live where you fear
to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

I have tried prudent planning
long enough.
From now on, I'll be mad.

Page 168, Cosmo Doogood's Urban Almanac 2006
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