Radical Futures Project
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March 24th is Lady Ada Lovelace Day! (I’m a little on the late train in announcing this, but the party can continue through tomorrow, and even into the weekend, for those so inspired.) Ada Lovelace, daughter of Lord Byron, Lady of Lovelace, and the first computer programmer.  Not the first female, simply the first. Proceed [...]

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I peeked in the cupboard today and gave the tincture jars a vigorous shaking.  Then I sent them back to sleep. I’m about half way through the stash of elderberries in the freezer.  Still on my list to try are elderberry syrup and elderberry jam.  I decided to try this recipe for elderberry syrup first, [...]

photo by Matt Reinbold

photo by Matt Reinbold A quiet night flight, a flicker of shadow so brief and slight that I thought it might be a moth, and it didn’t even wake my dog from her evening repose. A dozen or so circles, skimming the ceiling rafters and dodging through the skeletons of unfinished walls. Finally, Koda roused [...]

A free account at Vimeo will land you 500MB of upload-juice per week.  Since I haven’t played around with video compression yet, this second installment needed to wait until my upload limit rolled over.  Cheers. Oh, and you know the word, birds. But if you don’t, just ask.

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Last weekend, with the help of Rumi, Hafiz, Lord Byron, and he-who-has-changed-his-name, a newcomer to town offered some little magicks for Valentine’s Day. Also credited in the making of this show is my friend and videographer S.M.L., who is also the keeper of the Siblinghood of the White Pants.  Every lass and lad deserves a [...]

My first encounter with elderberries was in the kitchen at Angelic Organics farm.  Lora Krogman, then the resident chef/poetess/fermentation goddess/beekeeper, gave me one small teaspoonful of elderberry syrup from a cold remedy bottle.  That stuff was the most delicious medicine I’ve ever had, and thereafter lodged itself as a tiny jewel of sense memory in [...]