journalism

The Pulitzers were handed out yesterday. Go hug your favorite freedom fighter journalist today, or take the time to read a newspaper & write a letter to them about something in there. The news media is an important part of our lives. Be aware of the world around you.

I went to the Newseum in D.C. in 1998. It's a very cool place. I think they are getting ready to move into a bigger building. They have so much stuff, from a Gutenberg Bible to an exhibit of Pulitzer Prize winning photos. Few museums have moved me to tears like this one. It was amazing to see the history of journalism, to learn about its pioneers and to see the results. Outside they have a memorial wall made of glass panes in a spiral of metal poles, with the names of all journalists killed in the line of duty. Somewhere I have some beautiful photos.

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"Each person has inside a basic decency and goodness. If he
listens to it and acts on it, he is giving a great deal of what it
is the world needs most. It is not complicated but it takes
courage... to listen to his own goodness."
-- Pablo Casals

"Our awesome responsibility to ourselves, to our children, and to
the future is to create ourselves in the image of goodness, because
the future depends on the nobility of our imaginings."
-- Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

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Cold front, and the wind blows wildly. I woke up to the sound of rain last night. Woke up again and again. It's the kind of day he would love, except for the wind. The kind of day that makes me a little sad and a little scared. I'm afraid of grey skies, for many reasons. Mostly because of the grey sky that January, and how I felt like I was floating up into the rare snow...

Almost everything is packed away, the most important things anyways. My life reduced to cardboard and packing tape, wrapped in newspapers. I have loads of laundry to do before I sleep. Glasses and dishes and kitchen things to pack away. I will miss looking out the window and glass doors at the trees.

Tatyana gets my boxes when I'm done with this, in exchange for a celebratory round of vodka at her apartment. A pity she will be moving soon.

I know why I've felt hafl sick so often lately. The mimosa trees are blooming. Gorgeous feathery pink flowers I'm allergic to. Sigh. Of all the things to be allergic to...