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July 12, 2013


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Huck had a bad night (am over at Matissta's while she is away) because of bad thunderstorms. I got little sleep. I wonder how Matiss does it.


Sorry to hear you had a bad night, Flann. I appreciate you taking care of him for a few days. You'll soon be able to enjoy your cats.

Sista C

Matiss, hope that this trip is productive and painless.


I was on the phone with Matiss when your comment appeared in the sassophere, Sista C. I read it to her. Much appreciated.

So far, the trip has been productive . . . painless would be stretching it, though. Matiss sounded tired.


Thinking of you all...just too much going on right now--grandsons, health, ageing, reading, and rain and rain and rain.


Lots of folks got a lot goin' on, if the 'sphere stats indicate anything. That's okay.

The sun popped out for a bit about 10 minutes ago. The first I've seen it since Thursday.

Been up since 4 a.m.

Listening to Jay-Z's new album, "Magna Carta Holy Grail". What a piece of crap this thing is. A TRM colleague who likes rap as much as I do said it was great so I bought it on his recommendation. Jay-Z's got 99 problems and this CD is every one.


Yesterday while at the Fitness Center, I ran into Sassley's mom, Nora, who came into the Fitness Center to get out of the rain until the bank opened. She couldn't be still. Kept going from one exercise bike to another.

The day before she got the news that the experimental drug that she's been taking for her stage 4 gall bladder cancer isn't working, so they took her off of it. The prognosis isn't good at all.

Nora said, "I'm so sad and lonely. I can't bear the thought of spending another day on the couch." I asked her if she wanted to go to a movie. Her face lit up, so we went to a late morning showing of "Monsters University." We both loved it. The message of the movie is this: It's not important that you are scary. What's important is that you're fearless.

I love that message.

Sista C

Matiss, not sure what day you're returning, but try to eat properly and rest when you can. Thinking about you.


Hey my sistas! I am in my second week of recuperating from foot surgery. Five skewers with green balls on the end sticking out of my toes. Cast is off on Thursday. For some reason my computer drops off the internet every 30 seconds so sometimes I give up after email.

I called OLD and told him how much better I understand not wanting to take a shower or change clothes. It's a f'ing hassle. He said he'd take my foot.

A few other things have kept me laying low. Loving you all. F


Hello, everyone. Checking in from up north. Sounds like a lot is going on. Thinking of Nora and of Sassley. It was sweet of you, Flann, to take Nora to the movies. Just, I hope your foot heals quickly. Matiss, I hope you will be home soon. My sister and I are enjoying our vacation. Today's been a relaxing day walking around this little town, sitting out on the beach, enjoying a cool breeze. The hotel's broadband isn't the best, so I check in the 'sphere when I can get a connection on the laptop. Will continue to check in as I can.


It's hard to picture you laid up in bed, Justista. Thanks for letting us know how you are. Take it from me, you don't need to have foot surgery to not want to take a shower or change clothes.

I went to bed last night at 8:30 and woke up to the news that the fascinating but utimately appalling Zimmerman trial is over. America can go back to its fascinating but ultimately appalling regular TV programming.


treesta called me late yesterday afternoon. She's not able to post. She and her sister are in Rockport, Massachusetts. They are having a lovely time.

Matissta comes home today.

Sista C

Well, I'm glad to hear that Matiss is returning home today, and that Treesta is enjoying her travels. Hopefully everyone will have a peaceful Sunday today. Here, it's afternoon and evening storms every single day and sweltering in the mornings with fogs of mosquitoes. Ugh



Just got an email from a member of the Taos Writing Intensive that our dear friend, half-a-sista, died on Friday. I found out about 10 minutes ago after picking up Matissta at the airport. I just got off the phone with PEACEsista.

half-a had a catastrophic stroke on Monday. Died on Friday.

We are devastated.

Sista C

This is such sad news. I hope that he had a partner with him. Or many loving friends. I don't like to think of him being alone.


Bob was one of a kind. A truly unique voice is now silent. Those of us who still have words should use them. We just don't have the kind of time we imagine.


Yes, let's call him by his real name: Bob Chrisman.

I talked to Westsista, who is heartbroken.

William Stafford

Some time when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.

I will listen to what you say.
You and I can turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.


I didn't know half-a as well as some here, but I know he was a kind & supportive friend to many. It's hard to believe the news.

Sista C

If anyone knows of a service for Bob, please post onsite. I won't be attending, but would like to send flowers. If anyone knows his favorite kind, I'd like to know that also.


Matissta and I are assuming that Bob's sister is handing the funeral, etc. I've been reading all the emails from members of the Writer's Intensive and when I get more details about the funeral, I'll post them here, Sista C. So lovely of you to want to send flowers. If I remember correctly, he liked the flowers I liked -- calli lilies -- but I'm not certain.

Again, I will post any new details here.


Matiss asked me how I felt about the fact that three members of that Writing Intensive (and I believe that there were only 20 of us) have died -- one (forgive me, but I've forgotten her name) in a car accident; Gwendolyn and now Bob.


When Isaac died and then Gwendolyn, Bob called and said he would say the "Heart Sutra". Now members of the Writing Intensive are doing that for him. Here it is:



Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva, when practicing deeply the prajna paramita
pereceived that all five skandhas in their own being are empty, and was saved from all suffering. “O Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness,
emptiness does not differ from form; that which is form is emptiness, that
which is emptiness is form. The same is true of feelings, perceptions,
formations, consciousness. O Shariputra all dharmas are marked with
emptiness: they do not appear nor disappear, are not tainted nor pure, do not increase or decrease. Therefore, in emptiness, no form, no feelings, no
perceptions, no formations, no consciousness; no eyes, no ears, no nose, no
tongue, no body, no mind, no color, no sound, no smell, no taste, no touch,
no object of mind; no realm of eyes, until no realm of mind-consciousness;
no ignorance, and also no extinction of it, until no old-age-and-death, and
also no extinction of it; no suffering, no origination, no stopping, no path, no cognition, also no attainment. With nothing to attain, a Bodhisattva depends On prajna paramita and the mind is no hindrance. Without any hindrance, no fears exist. Far apart from every perverted view one dwells in nirvana. In the three worlds all Buddhas depend on prajna paramita and attain unsurpassed complete perfect enlightenment. Therefore, now the prajna paramita is the great transcendent mantra, is the great bright mantra, is the utmost mantra, the supreme mantra, which is able to relieve all suffering an is true not false. So, proclaim the prajna paramita mantra, proclaim the mantra that says, Gate, gate, paragate, parasamgate! Bodhi! Svaha!”

All Buddhas, ten directions, three times
All beings, Bodhisattvas, Mahasattvas
Wisdom beyond wisdom, Maja Prajna Paramita


A shorter version of the Heart Sutra:


Gone, gone, gone beyond
Gone completely beyond
Praise to awakening


The word in the Code Thingy for my 12:27 comment: tragic


For Halloween 2007, Bob made a burka for my Condoleezza Rice action figure. She's still wearing it.

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