I found this organization today.
Justice Through Music Project is a non-profit, 501(c)(3) organization that uses famous musicians and bands to organize, educate and activate young people about the importance of civil rights and voting.
Sounds like a great idea, but the weird part is that one of the founders is “nationally known entertainment attorney Jeff Cohen.”
I ran across them because they are helping to promote Neil Young’s new album, “Living with War.” It is scheduled to be released over the internet in about a week (4/28: streaming, 5/2: download).
Here’s a preview review.
I walked into the house from the garage this morning and I thought of fiddler crabs. I had just gotten back from the store with eggs and jelly, so I have no idea why I thought of fiddler crabs. And, while the words fiddler crabs popped into my head, it was actually hermit crabs I was thinking of.
When I was a kid and we went to the beach in the summertime, it was always cool to find these strange little crabs that lived in other animals shells. Every one was unique because of the type of shell it scavenged. Nowadays, you can buy hermit crabs at T-shirt shops. I think they are one dollar. It really is not the same experience as chasing this little crab down the beach. This is not meant to be an “in my day” post, but there are too many experiences these days where the fun and the task have been removed and people, especially children, as just given the result.
I just heard that on average 80,000 new blogs are created every day, and I just created another one this week. Sleeping Grace is a blog of daily pictures of Grace asleep. Each post only contains a simple title and a 500 pixel wide photo.
Since we never know where Grace will ultimately fall asleep, this has great potential. So far, she has been in her bed, but it is still pretty amusing (to me) to see a series of pictures of Grace asleep. The picture of her lying on the stack of pillows, and an offhand comment about it were the inspiration for the blog. That, plus the fact that she has slept in her closet, in a pile of stuffed animals and face down on the carpet in the hall. Good times definitely lay ahead.
Today I went into a public restroom and there was a body lotion dispenser right next to the soap dispenser. I could understand them having hand lotion, but because it was called body lotion, I could just picture someone stripping naked and rubbing lotion all over their body. Yikes!
And it was lavender too.
There are all sorts of things that my kids are growing up with (or without). One of the most obvious is wireless and cellular phones. There has never been a time in their lives that we couldn’t a call from the car or a restaurant or a park, and it has been no big deal. But recently it occurred to me that they will not even be able to imagine that there was a time when people had to lick postage stamps.
At tonight’s Passover Seder, we had a changing of the guard. Normally, the part of the Seder where the Four Questions are asked, the part of the Seder that sets the framework for telling the Passover Story and discussing why this night is different from all other nights, is read by the youngest child at the table. In our family, the youngest child who could read was the one who asked the questions. This year it was Grace, and the qualifier was removed. The youngest child read the Four Questions, and she did a great job.
Peter was given the task of announcing each of the 10 plagues as we put a drop of wine on our plates to commemorate each plague.
Since I got my new job a few weeks ago, I have gone from posting nearly every day, and sometimes several times each day, to posting only a couple of times per week. Since I don’t spend as much time on the internet or my computer, I am less compelled to post. Getting the mail is also a less important part of my day.
I certainly have enough material between Peter and Grace to post every day, but I just don’t get to it. I could probably start a new blog called, “How Grace Fell Asleep Tonight” and post a picture every day. This blog could become as popular as the Chewbacca Blogs. Her she is asleep atop several stacks of pillows:
I think I am just to tired lately, and have been trying to go to sleep earlier to post so much. I may have finally reached a point in my life where I can’t stay up late every night and have it not affect me. I am also seriously addicted to caffiene again. I have what I would call 2 cups of coffee each day. The coffee maker probably calls it 5 “cups.” No yawning allowed.
Beth Sholom Synagogue in Elkins Park, Pennsylvania is considered by many critics to be Wright’s most expressive house of worship. The structure is anchored to the ground by concrete walls that incorporate the foundation buttresses for the three steel tripod girders which support the steeply inclined walls, allowing the full upper floor freedom from internal supports. The woven walls of the sanctuary are composed of translucent layers of wire glass and plastic with air space between them for insulation. During the day, the interior is lit by natural light entering through the translucent walls overhead.
Just a couple days past his 8th Birthday, Peter remarked, “I can’t believe I am already 8.” I remember thinking the exact same thing when I was 8.