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Mom,

I’ve been working nonstop for the past few weeks. I’m deep in production on opus jazz as well as trying to finish up the facebook documentary. I haven’t had a second to think at all. I tried to write a column today but got called to set. I’m in the editing room now posting a link to a rehearsal of the dance movement that we are shooting tomorrow. My call time is 6AM—I’m going to race home to try to catch a few hours of sleep.

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A garden of earthly delights

I awoke last week with limited vision. At some point during the night, I had been visited by a spider, which chose to bite me on my eyelid, causing it to swell to epic proportions. Following a visit to the doctor, cortisone shots, eye drops and an overall sense of “why me?” I had to grapple with the fact that my week would be somewhat inhibited.

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Destroying it won’t ‘save’ it

By Jeffrey Moore

A cynical comment made during the Vietnam War has always struck me as quite an anomaly. When an U.S. Army officer circa 1968 said, “we had to destroy the village in order to save it,” how many of us, whether politically for or against the conflict itself, actually took his comment seriously? To destroy something to improve it is a tragic contradiction.

I am also reminded how so many folks living here in the New York/Pennsylvania Delaware River region demand local control over our lives and over our destiny. Our planning boards and our town boards are the vehicles and expression of that local control. They are filled with dedicated, hard-working people who care about where we live.

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