Good Samhain to all!

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,

Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire, burn; and caldron, bubble.

--Thanks to Wm. Shakespeare....
And ably sung in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban!

Catching Up

After dropping off the face of the blogosphere for the last couple of months, I thought I should at least drop a note.

So, it’s been quite a time, here.

Sept. 17-22, Mom came for a long visit. Erin, Rebecca, and Scott were also here between Sept. 16-18, and we had lots of good family visiting time. We also had a great visit with Mom. An all-time visit. She saw a bunch of her friends, she and I shopped, we went out to eat a couple of times, we watched movies, and she and Bill and I hung out a lot. Bill earned major brownie points by showing up after work one day with a mess of fresh trout from Bull Run Lake—we had a fish fry the next night. What a treat! On the 20th, Mom took Bill and I out for an incredible steak dinner at Ruth’s Chris to celebrate my book being finished. That was the best steak I have ever had in my life. I’ll probably never be able to afford to eat there again, but it was amazing.

That takes me back to the Gargoyles book. It had been due on Sept. 15, but I ran two days long with the final formatting. On Sunday evening, Sept. 17, I finished it. Bill and Mom were watching TV when I came out with all 299 pages atop one hand, and pronounced it done. Hoo-ah! [Update on the book: the editor is working with it, and I should have galleys soon. She “likes what she sees,” which I think is good news. It’s still set to come out in February 2007. You can preorder it from Amazon, where I'm proud to say it is currently #1,010,635 on their sales rankings-- not bad when you consider it hasn't been published yet. (grin) I am also so very, very glad that Mom was sitting in my living room that night, and got to see me carrying out the finished manuscript, and knew that I had gotten it done.]

On Sept. 18 and 19, I left Mom to her own daytime devices as I was on a workshop team for ten new First Year English GAs at PSU (right) . The workshop went well, and Mom kept busy in my absence. [Update: The Firsties are doing great!]

Also note that on Sept. 16, Loro was married, becoming half of the Lora & Mike Reilly team. Erin was in the wedding, and she and I attended together. It was a perfect Loro wedding—held out in the woods, on a beautiful autumn afternoon. We had a very good time, and also enjoyed seeing old friends from Scouting, who we’ve lost touch with except for events such as this that bring us back together. [See really good photos on Erin's blog.]

And, on Sept. 7, Ernie had eye surgery to remove a cataract and replace it with a replacement lens. This was in response to his increasingly destructive efforts to fly (see older blog entries for details). The surgery itself turned out to be the easy part. The hard part was taking care of an elderly postoperative dog who needed routine, round-the-clock drugs and eye drops for 4+ weeks after the surgery. [Update: He did very well, except for that one “eye juicing” episode, which—fortunately—caused little or no permanent damage. The surgery has definitely improved his vision, although it is mysteriously better and worse at times, a selective process apparently characteristic of old dogs. By the way-- he's subsequently bought a set of leathers and it looking for a canine Harley group. he's thinking of heading for Sturgis.]

Mom headed home midday on Friday, Sept. 22. We hugged, and I waved as she drove off. That was the last time I talked to her, at least in terms of her normal voice, the one I’ve known for so many years.

On Tuesday, Sept. 26, I got home from my evening classes to three messages from Joe, each one truncated by the stupid answering machine. Mom had had a stroke. A bad, devastating stroke. By the time I got all of the news it was late and dark, and those of you who know me know that I can’t/don’t drive in the dark. So I left early the next morning (Bill staying to take care of the poodle) and drove over to Bend—where she was hospitalized—myself. I spent three days, then came home, then went back again two days later with Erin and Scott, who had come down for a quick visit.

It’s been horrible since then. (By the way—I sent out email updates on Mom’s condition once or twice a week; I’m not going to go back through the details here, but if anyone wants to be added to that list, email me at 7dotmoon@teleport.com and let me know that you want to be added to the list). Mom is improved, but she’s still very ill, and very impaired. At this time, there is absolutely no way to know how well she could recover, and what recovery she does make will take a year or longer. It’s very, very slow.

Mom spent a week in the IMCU at St. Charles in Bend, then moved to their inpatient rehab department, where she has spent the last 3 weeks. On Tuesday, Oct. 31, she’ll move to the Redmond Health Care Center, a multi-disciplinary facility in which she will continue her rehab and recovery. We (Joe and I) talked about bringing her home, but had to face the fact that she is simply still too ill, and would require an extraordinary level of nursing care beyond what Joe could manage. Mom still has very little movement of her right side, can't swallow easily, is aphasic, and sometimes can't understand what people say to her. The care center is a great place—checked out carefully by Joe and recommended by the St. Charles people—and it seems like the best option for both Mom and Joe right now. It’s also covered by her insurance, which eliminates one worry.

Mom had a clot-type (ischemic) stroke of the left hemisphere. She didn’t receive the “stroke miracle drug” (tPA) that they often give people in the ER immediately after it happened; she had also fractured her eye socket when she fell, and they were afraid that the drug might combine with the skull injury to cause bleeding into her brain, which would only make things worse. Bad luck for Mom…. They think that the stroke was caused by clot that settled in her heart in response to an irregular atrial rhythm that she’d been going in and out of for months, maybe even years. But, there’s really no way to know why it happened.

I have been driving over every week or so. In Mom’s more lucid and clear-speech moments, and on at least three occasions now, she made it very clear that I wasn’t to interrupt school. So, I’m hanging in, because I believe it really is what she wants. She’s always been my greatest fan, after all. And if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t be here.

As for school…. Through a fortunate twist of fate, I’m not teaching this term but am instead serving as the “Assistant Director of Writing.” It’s been good, because it’s meant that my schedule is very flexible, and that I can be free to see Mom, or deal with social workers, etc. on the phone, or squeeze in homework, etc., as able. Next term I’ll be back to teaching and the schedule will be tighter, but since Mom is now more stable, it should work fine.

I am still on track to finish both MAs this spring, and I’m going to try hard to do so, because the tuition is free until the end of spring term; after that point, I’ll be back to paying full price. Most of my work now is centered on finishing my MA in writing thesis and the MA in English portfolio. The thesis is in the form of a book—Writing Down the Moon—that is on contract with Llewellyn Publishing. The manuscript is due the end of June, which is a powerful motivator to get it done.

Otherwise, I’m just hanging in. Mom’s illness hit me hard. Some days I feel like I’m in a very dark place. Other times I can forget about what’s happened for a moment, and find that I don’t feel that bad. It always comes back, though. I know it’s a grieving process we all have to go through. Mom’s still with us, but everything has changed. It’s a struggle to understand that life will probably never be the same. And yet, life goes on. It keeps going on.

Keeps on tickin'

Here they are in all their glory: Mom and Joe-Honey.

This photo was taken in Mom's room in St. Charles' rehab facility. The window looks out on a little alcove with trees and tons of adorable little birds. Pine siskins, I think. Here's another look at M&J. You can see the remnants of Mom's black eye. She fractured her orbit (eye socket) when she had the stroke and fell, but it's healing well.


Below are a couple more pictures of her rehab room:. She had a roommate, but they moved that woman out a few days ago, so now Mom has a private space.



Looking down the hall... even though the rehab place is "homey," you're still most definitely in a hospital.


The rehab facility has private rooms, nursing spaces, offices (for the social workers, therapists, etc.), and lots of "gym space." Mom spends up to 4 hours a day in active therapy right now, but in reality, every aspect of her day-- eating, dressing, using the bathroom, etc.-- has a rehab motive. She has rest periods throughout the day, but in between she's really busy. Here's a look into one side of the main gym. Mom and her therapist are in the parallel bars, while Joe watches.


Some closer looks (note that the gym looks out on a courtyard.... trees, plants, more birds, horseshoe pit, etc.):



Right now, one thing they do with her is put her in this standy-uppy-thing. It starts out as a chair, and gradually stands and stretches the patient (does this sound kind of like a vertical rack, or is it just me?) until they're standing. This helps circulation and strength, and helps the body remember what it's like to be upright.



Official "Barny Caption Contest." Barny is thinking.... " __________________."


More therapy. (We're not sure about the dart board. They also have a set of boxing gloves in one cupboard. One therapist reassured us that these were only used for staff meetings.) The therapist put the foam blocks down on the floor and had Mom pick them up and toss them into the plastic tub. Joe said that her free-throw average made her better than any of the current Trailblazers. (nyuk nyuk)


Here Mom is working on posture and shoulder-shrugging. Therapy is often done in front of the mirror, so that the patient can see how their body is working.


Here the therapist has her paralyzed arm strapped to a kind of skateboard, and she's asking Mom to work to move the arm across the table. Mom was actually able to move it a bit, which is progress!


She practices writing, too. Left-handed. The therapists believe that Mom's abilities to speak, write, and read were all tangled up by the stroke. So a good part of her treatment is helping all of this sort itself out again. In this session, the therapist first had Mom trace, then copy, and then generate her own letters. It was really interesting. Mom works really hard and (amazingly!) doesn't seem frustrated.


Here, the therapist is helping her stretch her leg muscles so that they don't tighten up. He had her lay on her back, knees bent and feet flat on the mattress, then asked her to move her legs/knees from side to side. And she could do it! In other words, she could move her paralyzed leg! This was great news....


Driving back and forth between Portland and Bend or between Eagle Crest and Bend, I was always guided by Mom's mountains-- The Three Sisters. According to Mom, Grandpa Joe (her dad) gave her these mountains when she was a little girl.


For me, it's helped to see the mountains, and the forests, and the animals on those long drives to Bend and back. No matter what else is happening in our lives, these things endure. It comforts me.

About Mom.....

Most of you know that my dear Mom, the Auntie Mame clone, the toughest woman I know, has had a stroke. A rather severe stroke.

She is already making progress, but it will be a long and difficult road to recovery. Not that I think she can't do it-- au, contraire! If you doubt this, you've never met her.

Send energy, prayers, cards, wishes....

• St. Charles Medical Center — Bend
• 2500 N.E. Neff Road
• Bend, OR 97701
• Main Number: (541) 382-4321

You go, Mom.

I'm an English nerd!

My MA advisor would be so glad to hear this....



True English Nerd
You scored 76 erudition!




Not only do you know your subjects from your objects and your definite from your indefinite articles, but you've got quite a handle on the literature and the history of the language as well. Huzzah, and well done! The English snobs of Boston salute you.






My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 99% on erudition

Link: The Are You Truly Erudite? Test written by okellelala

The book is done!

10:48 pm, Sunday, Sept. 17. All done, all printed, all ready to mail to the publisher tomorrow.

Breathing sigh of relief!

Loro is married!

Consider this a teaser entry-- more to come. Loro's wedding was tonight. She was beautiful.

The Wicker Man

I am posting this as part of my Pagan-ly duty to the rest of the world.

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Two hours of my life, gone forever….

A review of The Wicker Man, by Moonwriter (that's me!)

I saw the reviews (below) come in on the Druid list this morning, but I set them aside and didn’t look at them. Bill and I were planning to see the film today, and I didn’t want to know any details before we went.

Then I got home after the flick (still shaking my head), read the reviews, and wished I’d done so sooner, so save the two hours and the $6.

What a disappointing film.

As a fan of the 1970’s original version (which I own), I was worried about them trying to craft a remake. I tend to think that remakes are usually a bad idea, and in this case, my feelings were well founded. Please read the other reviews below—I don’t need to waste your time by restating them, and they actually summarize my thoughts pretty well. I can’t disagree with anything that Ellen or Donald said. But I have some fresh thoughts, too.

First of all, the opening scene. I won’t tell you exactly what happens, but it’s quite shocking—probably one of the best sock-your-breath-away things in the entire film. Unfortunately, it also appears to have nothing to do with the rest of the story! It may serve the purpose of unseating the Nicholas cage character psychologically, leaving him ready to fall prey to the women of Summerisle. But the film could have just as easily worked without the opening. My S.O., Bill, thinks that at one point the director maybe had a couple of story lines in mind, and simply forgot to delete one. Could be….

Second…. The story depends on Nicholas Cage being lured to the remote island of Summerisle under weird circumstances. His character is an experienced cop, and throughout this film (and especially in the first half hour) he repeatedly does things that no police officer would ever do, like deliberately antagonizing people, acting hostile and rude, skipping out on his department without actual permission, heading for the island without establishing any backup, losing track of his weapon, conducting searches without warrants, etc. The list goes on and on. Having a character act in a way that you know is patently impossible makes it equally impossible to believe anything that’s happening. Only 10-15 minutes into the film they’d lost me.

Even more, Nicholas Cage breaks just about every rule of “horror movie safety.” You know, the ones that say things like, DON’T GO INTO THE DARK BASEMENT WHEN THE LIGHT IS SUDDENLY BROKEN—that kind of thing. Another huge loss of credibility.

The acting is…. Well, it’s not acting. It’s bad. Nicholas Cage and Ellen Burstyn—two faves of mine—are terrible.

The women on the island are a matriarchal community taken to excess. These women are mean. They are evil. They are sociopathic. Imagine an island full of Diane Downs-clones. Now, anyone who writes knows that in order for a character to be believable, she or he must be fully “round.” That is, they can’t be 100% good or 100% evil—no one believes that! You have to be able to find some redeeming value in even the most heinous character, and some horrible flaw in the most angelic—this is a tenet of creating authentic characters.

I found myself being grateful that the word “Pagan” wasn’t mentioned in the film—at least not that I heard. It gave me hope that filmgoers would see the islanders as a really weird fanatical sect of some kind, and might not link it to modern Pagan practices (which it isn’t!). The word “goddess” is mentioned, but mostly, the women just talk about how they’ll no longer be subservient to men, etc. There are men (and a few boys) on the island; however they’re silent and enslaved—“kept for breeding,” we learn. I wanted to feel even the smallest crumb of empathy for the women, but I couldn’t. I had a momentary early glimmer that they might be something like a warrior race of Amazons, but even that didn’t work. They had no nobility about them, and no goodness—just anger and hate.

I must confess that I loved the doctor’s house, which was full of herbs and arcane goodies, and was something of a natural history museum. That is, until we entered the back room, an abortionist’s set-up that featured glass jars of aborted male fetuses. Did we really need to see that? (Rhetorical question. Nope, we didn’t. We know they hate the men way before that. No need to see dead babies, many of them near birth-size.)

The film is also full of goofs. At one point Cage is sitting on the dock, next to a pile of lobster traps. Lobster traps, on an island in the Puget Sound, just off Seattle? Come on. Crab pots, yes. Lobsters, no. There’s a curious mixture of modern and medieval clothing that is probably supposed to represent an arcane culture, but seems all over the place. There’s a central theme of bees, with enough honey supposedly being made on the island to create a supporting business and trade economy, but this is a heavily forested island, with only a few open meadows, and this is a northern location with long, wet, cold elongated seasons that encompass fall-winter-spring. Those must be some bees!

I agree with the comments in the other reviews about the lack of music. In the original Wicker Man, the people were happy, and always bouncing around and singing traditional (if sort of over-the-top) songs, etc. Not only that, but the film was full of built-in explanations about Pagan holidays and celebration. In this film, there are no explanations—the woven Maypole, the people in odd masks and garb, the disintegrated church and overgrown graveyard, and the harvest rites all go unexplained and just kind of hang there in mid-air. And there’s no music, no joy, no celebration. Not until the end, when the women all grin from ear to ear as poor Nicholas Cage…. Well, you’ll have to watch for yourselves. The ending lends a new angle to the idea of the sacrifice that is “freely given.”

If you consider yourself a member of the Pagan community, this may be worth watching, just so you’ll know what the chatter is about. But I’d wait until it hits DVD or shows up on TV—it should run well on TV, as there’s little that would need editing out. Theater tickets are expensive these days—this one isn’t worth it.

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From Ellen - - - , Druid priestess and a teacher at the Grey School:

Unfortunately I agree with everything he says below. However, I feel duty bound to attend these movies to keep tabs on what the public is seeing, and thinking about us. This is pretty scary fare. For example we are shown as abortionists who collect male fetuses in formaldehyde jars. Idiotic and sad considering that among the cultures that abort fetuses for sexual preference, all abort females.


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Review of The Wicker Man by Donald - - - .

If it's not too late, I would advise skipping it.

The original film, The Wicker Man, is one of my favorites. It presents an isolated Pagan society coming into conflict with modern times, and their solution to problems through the reenactment of the Divine King myth. In some ways, it is ethically ambiguous. Sgt.
Howie was given chance after chance to escape his fate, yet he always chose to follow the myth. However, his part in the recreation was unknown to him. Was it fair? Many Pagans have debated both sides of the issue. Combined with the marvelous songs (including a final rousing version of "Summer is a comin' in," the oldest popular song for which both music and lyrics remain), it has remained popular among Pagans and become a "cult thriller" among non-Pagans for almost 35 years. I have three or four different edits of the movie (the U.S. version cut out much of Sgt. Howie's back-story, including his extreme form of Christianity) and a first edition of the novel based on the screenplay (some people think it went the other way).

But the film was definitely a low budget effort, and it shows—although that's part of its charm. So with that in mind, I was looking forward to the new version staring Nick Cage. This new version was not just a disappointment, it was a disaster.

The Pagan culture--and it's clash with Christianity over everything from sex to death—of the original has been replaced with a sort of inbred, pseudo-feminist, man-hating cult. The only thing men are needed for, according to Sister Summerisle (replacing Lord Summerisle/Christopher Lee of the original) is breeding, and the men are virtually silent, 2nd-class slaves. Are malformed inbreds part of Paganism? I don't think so. The way the island's society is presented would typify the controlling women as the mythic "feminazi" of a certain drug-addled right-wing radio voice.

In the oiginal, we are drawn into a truly Pagan culture, one that uses natural remedies, has joyous celebrations where the people make their own primitive (in the art-oriented meaning of the word) costumes, and where concepts of love, caring, community, religion, sexuality and sexual initiation are taught to their loved and well cared for children. When asked for the meaning of the Maypole in the original film, the children raise their hands excitedly, not even waiting to be recognized by their teacher before exclaims, "Phallic symbol! Phallic symbol!" The new version replaces the question with "What is the meaning of man?" and the same response, in context, makes little sense and is not as exuberant.

In the original, the people have fun preparing for the coming festival. In the new version the people morosely and silently (where are the songs????) collect wood and poles. In the original the product of the island is apples, while in the modern one it is honey, leading to a scene where the Nick Cage character, Edward Malus (perhaps a reference to Edward Woodward who played the original lead as Sgt. Howie), is stung by bees to which he is highly allergic and almost dies trying to get out the epipen that he keeps with him for just that situation. The scene tries to add excitement, but does nothing to move the narrative of the film. It should have been shortened or cut. Likewise the entire beginning sequence, looking like a bad imitation of M. Night Shyamalan, does nothing but give a sudden shock and distract from the narrative. Was it related to the plot to bring Malus to the island? If so, it is never clarified.

One of the major problems is the focus on the morose gathering of wood instead of the joyous preparation for the parade and rite. In the original, the masked procession is one of awe at the strange, primitive, ancient costumes, a bit of humor, and some terror for what will happen. Here, the costumes appear with no set up, and for a modern audience they are simply ridiculous. The audience I saw this with responded appropriately and broke into laughter repeatedly. The Cage character, after punching and kicking some women around as if he were Bruce Lee, moves into more heroics trying to rescue a missing girl. Unfortunately, he has disguised himself by wearing one of the most awful bear costumes in the history of film, again to laughter of the audience. His trying to get around in it reminded me of the truly hilarious scene in "One Crazy Summer" where Bobcat Goldthwait is trapped in a Godzilla costume, smashing a small model of a building development, or the false bravado of Kurt Russell in "Big Trouble in Little China."

In the original, Sgt. Howie, realizing that escape is impossible, follows his god with singing to his doom. The juxtaposition of the songs of different religious traditions is symbolic of the entire film. Edward Malus has both his legs broken and is hung upside down.

The director, who also wrote the screenplay, clearly did not understand what was going on in the original, and has brought superficiality, wooden acting, terrible dialog, and unintentional humor to what was an intriguing and enjoyable original. If you feel you must see this, wait until it's on TV. In the meantime, go back and view the original for a truly enjoyable experience. And for silly, mindless fun, take in "One Crazy Summer" or "Big Trouble in Little China," too.

Oneonta tunnel reborn!

After being plugged for more than sixty years, the Oneonta Tunnel is being reopened and restored. Look here and here for details.

This makes me very, very happy.

Dueling quotes

"I will give you a talisman. Whenever you are in doubt, or when the self becomes too much with you, apply the following test. Recall the face of the poorest and the weakest man whom you may have seen, and ask yourself, if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him. Will he gain anything by it? Will it restore him to a control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to swaraj [freedom] for the hungry and spiritually starving millions? Then you will find your doubts and your self melt away.""

--M.K. Gandhi, 1958


"You never know what your history is going to be like until long after you're gone."
-- George W. Bush


Okay, now you choose.

Our State Fair is a Great State Fair!

(Tip of the hat to Sue Barrette on that....)

Bill and I went to the Oregon State Fair last night. We had great fun! We saw....

Goats in coats...


An angry rooster...


A black poodle chicken...


Huge horses! This Belgian's back was almost 7 feet above the ground!


The Oscar Meyer Weinermobile...


A mother pig who needs a shoe to live in (9 piglets!) ...


The midway, as dusk fell...


Food consumption this year was sedate: really yummy chicken teriyaki with yakisoba and veggies, a huge butterscotch sundae (shared), and cotton candy (duh). No deep-fried Twinkies this year, thanks.

This makes me happy....

Barbaro remains a happy, comfortable horse

August 22, 2006

KENNETT SQUARE, PA — Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro remains comfortable according to veterinarians at Penn’s George D. Widener Hospital . “Barbaro is doing well on both hind limbs,” said Dr. Dean Richardson, Chief of Surgery. “Because of this, we do not plan to change his right hind cast in the next two weeks.”

The colt’s left hind foot has laminitis, but Barbaro seems comfortable with that foot as well. “He needs to continue to improve over the next few months before we will have a better idea about his long term comfort.” said Dr. Richardson. “Barbaro’s appetite and his attitude right now are phenomenal; he attacks his feed and when he goes out to graze, he acts like he thinks he could train.”

Doctors remain cautious about Barbaro’s prognosis because, according to Dr. Richardson, there is no assurance that he will surmount all of his medical problems. “Right now, he is a surprisingly happy horse,” he said. “He is gaining weight and has had his pain medications reduced without any effect on his well being. His strength and overall appearance have been improving since he became well enough to be walked outside each day.”

Barbaro remains in the Intensive Care Unit of the University of Pennsylvania’s George D. Widener Hospital, where he is recovering from injuries suffered at the Preakness on May 20.

The next update will be posted on Tuesday, August 29 unless there is a significant change in Barbaro’s condition.

This makes me sad....

I've been avoiding writing this letter for weeks, but it must be done. It saddens me to inform you that there will be no 2007 edition of the Cosmo Doogood's Urban Almanac. It simply has not sold enough copies to cover its costs and I can no longer afford to cover the losses.

I've loved editing and publishing the almanac. I've learned things I never imagined knowing—about the rhythms of the sun, moon, planets and stars, the workings of the weather, and the wondrous habits of various urban flora and fauna. I've savored the wit and wisdom of countless poets and pundits. I even learned some important urban survival strategies, like how to un-stick a stuck tongue. And many of the people I've met, both contributors and readers, have become friends for life.

The 2006 Cosmo Doogood's Urban Almanac is still available in many bookstores, or you can order online. We think it's beautiful, naturally, and chockfull of things to intrigue and delight you, like a revolutionary exercise program, a guide to clouds, tips on how to tap your backyard maple tree, charming advice from a French household almanac, urban survival strategies, like "How to sound intelligent," and of course Doc Weather's predictions and our signature seasonal poems. Perhaps it, and the 2005 premier edition, will now become collector's items.

We've also introduced a "Boomer Edition" this year—the same content in a slightly larger format with a nod to the diminishing eyesight of a certain generation. It also happens to be a practical size for newsstand sales and you can find it at most Whole Foods stores. If you don't see it displayed at the cash register, please ask them for it.

Cosmo may live to see another day, perhaps as a quarterly magazine, supported by ads. Or as an insert in a Franklin Covey or Day-Timer calendar. Or, as a daily, web-based information service. Or, or...who knows? If something does happen, we'll be sure to let you know.

Thanks for your interest and support,

Still yours for a greener, kinder, and more rhythmic world,