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Dear All,

Here is your tiny short, on atoms, for the day!


 

Your Chant of the Day.

Dear Mothers,


Your song for today is a chant from Nina Hagen.  

Feel like more chanting?  

A favorite.

 

Dear Radio Dodo Listener,

This song, this song!  It is your song of the day- sing along with these beautiful voices!  I have loved this song since 1979, I think, but I lost my notebook: the one that I penciled the songs I loved into as I encountered them.  No, I never had such a notebook to lose, but if I did, what would I do with that list now?

autre temps, autre moeurs

 

Dear Others,

I went hogwild this year on Zoom book clubs: three!  It was a bit manic, yes.  In one of The Groups (which I will call the English Professors & Librarians Group) we talk about 'othering,' meaning the process of talking, writing, and defining different (as in not your) groups as The Other.  Which has been specially verbed for this particular use.  Here is the rub:  Othering is bad, yep, no denying it.  But it is so pretty a word, so useful, so broad in what it can mean, which is anything.  Go get the other one.  Bring another one.  I like the other one better.  It's like the words 'stuff' and 'things.'  I can't live, if living is without them.  So now a sort of kind of (more words I must have!) short poem like (there's another one!) elegy to the word other:   

Other times

other manners

other ways.

Other other other.

And now on to another thing, that I know you will like: The The Guatelli Museum, which comes to these pages via a friend and colleague.

The Secret Life.

 

Pssst, dear Sewist,

Well, I have not, in all my miles of sewing, ever understood how the heck the two threads get looped around each other. 

Until.

Now.

A Dodo reader suggested this excellent show about the sewing machine- please enjoy it!

containers

 

                                       Containers, ceramic and mixed media, 2020; a collaborative                                        artwork by Elliott K. Perkins & Marcia Harvey.

Sky Writing.

 

Dear You,

I wrote you a love note, on the sky; I hope you had a chance to read it before it dissolved.