0030 by Jeff Hess
I bid you to a one-man revolution-
The only revolution that is coming.
We”re too unseparate. And going home
From company means coming to our senses.
-Robert Frost, Build Soil
Epigram to Part II, p. 35
Found in my electronic chapbook.
From Farming: A Hand Book by Wendell Berry.
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2130 by Jeff Hess
The idea that disparate ethnic groups in Myanmar might combine and coordinate their separate military forces probably falls under the heading of: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Such a combined force would be more than a headache for Myanmar’s generals in the run-up to elections, it would be a marvelous disaster.
From The Democratic Voice Of Burma:
Five Burmese ethnic armed groups have said they will work together to achieve a ‘real Union” in Burma where equal rights and self-determination exist for all ethnicities.
The alliance spans Burma”s ethnic border regions, taking in the Chin National Front in northernmost Burma to the Karen National Union in the east, close to Thailand. It also includes the New Mon State Party, the Kachin Independence Organisation and the Karenni National Progressive Party.
James Landau, foreign affairs coordinator of the KIO, told DVB that the agreement “was just the beginning”, and the alliance would look to draw in other ethnic armies. He added that the aim “was not to attack the military junta; in fact we aim to draw the government to our side.”
It took an allied force to defeat Nazi Germany.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
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0030 by Jeff Hess
So in the woods I stand
free, knowing my land. My country, tis of the
drying pools along Camp Branch I sing
where water striders walk like Christ,
all sons of God, and of the woods grown old
on the stony hill where the thrush”s song rises
in the light like a curling vine and the bobwhite”s
whistle opens in the air, broad and pointed like a leaf.
-from Independence Day, p. 34
Found in my electronic chapbook.
From Farming: A Hand Book by Wendell Berry.
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0630 by Jeff Hess
Only in America do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.*
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
*There is actually a very good, economic reason for this. It makes much more sense to make all ATM’s with Braille lettering to meet the requirements of the Americans With Disabilities Act (and good business sense) than it does to manufacture a special subset of machines designed solely for walk-up use. JH
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0030 by Jeff Hess
so I may bow
to mystery, and take my stand on the earth
like a tree in a field, passing without haste
or regret toward what will be, my life
a patient willing descent into the grass.
-from The Wish To Be Generous, p. 31
Found in my electronic chapbook.
From Farming: A Hand Book by Wendell Berry.
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0806 by Jeff Hess
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0630 by Jeff Hess
Only in America, do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.*
I could never bring myself to forward all the email jokes, cartoons and other Internet comedy that land in my inbox. But then I started posting the ones my dad sends me. Judging from my comments and emails, my dad has become one of my greatest blogging assets. So for your morning blog chuckle I present: From My Dad.
*I’m sure that this was true at one time, but I can’t ever recall actually seeing a ten-pack of hotdogs in a grocery store during my lifetime. JH
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0030 by Jeff Hess
But the sower
going forth to sow sets foot
into time to come, the seeds falling
on his own place.
-from The Seeds, p. 30
Found in my electronic chapbook.
From Farming: A Hand Book by Wendell Berry.
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0736 by Jeff Hess
Last fall I encouraged people to vote no on Issue 2, Ohio’s Ohio Livestock Care Initiative Constitutional Amendment because I knew it was bad law. I also knew that my vote was a protest vote and, as I knew would be the case, Issue 2 passed easily.
Now we have Billy Joe Gregg.
As I’ve commented over at Plunderbund, however, Billy Joe Gregg is not the problem, he’s just a brief media visual of the problem.
The problem is factory farming. The problem is Gary Conklin and his corporate cronies.
The food corporations played Ohioans in 2009. In 2010 we have an opportunity to take back our state from greedy factory farmers and return control of our food supply to a safe and sane world.
When asked to do so, please sign the petitions to get a measure on the November ballot to stop Gary Conklin and those like him from their sadistic behavior.
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0719 by Jeff Hess
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