
Behind those recent stones with Asian names there are older ones with older immigrant names on them.
Swedes eat risgrynsgröt, rice porridge, for Christmas. It's basically rice boiled with milk, and served with sugar, cinnamon, and cold milk. Sounds familiar?
3:10 to Yuma is a great movie. I cried. It's kind of hard not to so I am sure you will too. The red horses are pretty and so is the yellow desert, and the blue mountains. The ending is really great and the actors are lovely. 10 out of 10 in my book.
I went to Los Gatos Memorial Park today. This is half of the gate leading to the Jewish part of the cemetery. It has half of a star of David on it.
This is a row of military graves. Military tombstones are always shaped like that, rectangular with rounded tops. Sometimes they are placed together in rows. Sometimes they will appear mixed in with other tombstones. Those graves, the military ones mixed in with the civilian ones, remind me of how war is always present in the US, and in American families.
Look, someone left a beer for that guy. Sam Adams too. The good stuff.
I read this article and got all homesick for my old hometown. Thanks to Monica for finding it and for posting the link in the first place.
I just randomly thought of this lady. She is the mother of one of my former students. I met her once and heard her speak. It was something else. Click on the link here and read her bio.
I like to go for hikes. That's one reason I like living close to the mountains. When I was visiting in Sweden this summer I went for hikes too. Up the street from where my parents live there is a very pretty forest, and on the fields next to it there are a bunch of sheep. Most of them were skittish and not very friendly. But one sheep seemed to like people a lot.
This is him in the pictures. Or her? Whenever I would walk by this sheep would come up to talk. Whenever I held up the camera it would pose. See that charming smile there?
I am updating my smugmug photo site this weekend. There are several galleries up with new flowers, new places, but very few people. (I think it's hard to take photos of people.) And there is more to come.I saw one of my former students be interviewed on CNN the other day. She had traveled from California to Jena, LA to be a part of the protests there against perceived racial bias in the judicial system.
When asked, the young woman said that racism and classism are present everywhere in the US, and has to be fought everywhere.
In Jena, six black teenagers were charged with attempted murder for beating a white classmate. One boy, fifteen at the time, was charged as an adult. (Which, actually, just brings us right back to Dave Chappelle, and his ideas about the differences in being 15 and black and 15 and white in America.)
Three months earlier, at the same Jena high school, black students had asked to sit under a tree that provided a shady gathering spot for the white students at the school. The next day, nooses hung from the tree. No charges were filed.
And, yeah, my former student is a white girl from southern California. The CNN reporter who interviewed her and a couple of others said that the white people he was able to find at the protest (there wasn't all that many of them), often were college students who had taken ethnic and gender studies courses.
I am just saying. Education is not a bad thing.
Two minutes into this he talks about the differences between white missing girls, and black missing girls. And then he goes on to discuss the differences in being 15 years old when you are black and 15 years old when you are white.
So, yeah, it's Elizabeth Smart, or little Madeleine. Next time it's someone else.

I don't know why the photo contest people have to call their challenges things like "mid-day madness". I think that's dumb. Whose life is mad? Really?
Everyone in America is invited to capture everyday life in photos for the project America At Home 7 Days. How much fun is that? They also collect essays, 200 words maximum.
It wasn't their first option, or their second. But on the 4th page or so, there it was.
I got a bottle of this product today. It's called Once a Year Car Polish. I thought it would be appropriate. It's been about that long since I cleaned the pretty red car.
My grandma embroidered this piece of fabric a long time ago. Possibly as early as the 1920's, my mom says. It's been sitting in a drawer since then. First in grandma's own drawer, and then lately in my mom's. It came out this summer, and was given to me.
I made a pillow out of it. All that was needed was a seam around the three sides. It was pretty obvious it had been meant to be made into a pillow all along. No creative credit to me.
My grandma's embroidery was always bold like this. Which is kind of surprising, because she was not particularly bold in person. It's pretty, huh?
So this is my one remaining and damn it hard to photograph orchid. If you look closely though you can see that it has two bud things going on. Those appeared after the poor thing hadn't had water in a very long while, and the dirt was getting seriously low around its feet. I put more dirt in and started watering it earlier this week. Since then the buds have grown like crazy.