Cycled across South Minneapolis looking for some of the extensive street art created, mostly with permission, on the plywood of boarded-up businesses. The artist painted this “in hopes of healing and hope for the future.” “Say his name. George Floyd. He was a human being.”
Category: In This Together
Everything’s Online
While Dwight received instruction from his yoga teacher via FaceTime in one room, my GED student and I reasoned through language arts via Zoom in another room.
A Day Without News Media
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A Day Without News Media
I pay attention to the news; too much attention, some would say. We have digital subscriptions to the New York Times, Washington Post, and our local paper, the Star Tribune. We’re members of Minnesota Public Radio and the local public television station. My long list of online news sources includes Politico, BBC, NHK (Japan, in…… Continue reading A Day Without News Media
Looking Up to Hubert Humphrey
On my cycle ride, looked up to former Vice-President Hubert Humphrey. When he became mayor in 1945, job and housing discrimination against Jews and African Americans were legal in Minneapolis. He put processes in place to reform the system and stop blatant discrimination.
Innocence
Spotted this innocent scene while cycling along a residential street: Barbie and friends, oblivious to systemic racism, Covid-19, and each other. A little girl was down the block, playing with a friend, on to the next thing.
Seeking Justice
June 1, 2020. New York Times online front page. We woke up this morning to see our immediate neighborhood on the front of the New York Times. Last night we looked down from our home at mostly peaceful protesters breaking curfew, while hundreds of police performed a well-orchestrated pincer movement. 150 protesters who chose not…… Continue reading Seeking Justice
Lake Street Cleanup
Cycled down to Lake Street where we joined many hundreds of people with brooms and dustpans to do cleanup.
Quiet Reflection
It’s a day for quiet reflection, a day to say nothing that could fan the flames.
Framed Rectangles
This week I’ve been thinking about rectangles inside rectangles. It’s a comfortable enough notion, a place of safety when times are not normal. Monday. Returned parts from recent projects to assigned plastic shoe boxes or to a Habitat donation bag. Shoeboxes are the right size to group parts: bigger boxes hide clutter. Two of the…… Continue reading Framed Rectangles