Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

Flower Art
2 April

Flower Art, April 2, 2024. In The Morning, Flowers, In The Evening Flower Art

by Jon Katz

In the morning, I take pictures of flowers. In the afternoon and early evening, I make flower art. Both are important, each is different. The flower art takes a lot of time, I use macro lenses and I have to move in just the right way to get the picture I want.

This is my experimental work, my different work. I don’t see a lot of other people doing it. I’m still experimenting and refining. Thank you for your kind words and encouragement. I hope you enjoy it. See you in the morning.

Every photo is different and requires an understanding of the light, the sun, the backdrop, the settings, sometimes a tripod, lots of moving back and forth, and lots of turning the lens or me. This one took a half hour; I got to move until the seeds were apparent.

I always think of capturing the soul of the flower.

 

My idea is that no flower needs to stand alone; they are all part of a community, and they know and react to each other. That is the central idea for my flower art, which is rarely literal.

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2 April

Setting Clear Blog Boundaries, Last Words: Where I Have Landed (Finally) In The Nasty And Hate Mail Drama

by Jon Katz

The postings and discussion about hate mail have been nothing but good for me. I’ve learned and admitted the mistakes I have been making, and have also opened up some of the most thoughtful and interesting discussions in a long time on the blog.

Good can come from everything if you are open to it. A number of people got caught in friendly fire during my battles with trolls and disturbed people, and I have apologized for that.

I’ve even gone to my long-time therapist to sort out what I learned to learn and do.

I feel I am a better person for these discussions. I am much less angry, resentful and trigger happy and the blog is a better place for it. It was almost like an exercism, I came to terms with my Dyslexia as well. Cruelty can either kill you or make you strong. It’s made me strong.

The latest issue was whether I should accept an offer of AI software to screen for people who would be cruel or insulting or dishonest about me  or figure it out myself. All of the responses but one was civil and helpful.

Charlotte doesn’t trust me to judge the difference between hostility and argument; ‘The trouble with your idea is that you alone get to define the difference between “hatred” and thoughtful disagreement. I don’t particularly trust your barometer for that.’

I told  her that if she didn’t trust me, there was nothing I could do to appease her, I will always react strongly to people who are cruel, hateful or diishonest to me or about me.

Charlotte doesn’t like me much  (but still obviously reads the blog) but nothing about her message was hateful, and she is welcome to post messages on the blog any time.

It isn’t necessary for people to like me or agree with me in order to comment and it never has been the policy. And yes, Charlotte I do get to make the decisions.

That’s why I can call it “my blog,” and not  yours. You can always start your own blog and do it right.

It’s my blog and I take responsibility for it, good and bad. As I suspected, Charlotte was not interested in thoughtful dialogue.

The issue has also taught me a lot about me, most of it unplelasant but important. I can’t be enabling or giving these people power, then complaining about the hurt. I’m definitely stronger than that.

Pete below offered a thoughtful and unusual response, I disagree with it, but I appreciate his civility and intelligence.  He’s welcome here. I wanted to share the conclusions I have reached.

This is how meaningful conversations happen.

“Pete: It really doesn’t seem like more monitoring and filtering of messages is the answer. Not that I have an answer. It’s clearly true, though, that this is not an open discussion board; it’s a website belonging to one person who pays for it to exist. In that regard, it’s private property. You can’t march up to someone’s house and splash paint on it just because you prefer purple to blue (or for any other reason). And although there are laws against that kind of behavior, I don’t think it’s the laws that keep it from happening. I think it’s that people share a generalized understanding of what’s acceptable and what’s not. This Internet stuff is still pretty new; maybe it just takes a while for people to realize basic decency applies here too.”

I enjoyed Pete’s respectful response, but I can’t agree with it. I did think about what he said.

People can and do disagree with me all the time, including him.  We are often an open discussion board. Just not open to hatred and cruelty. Lots of people show basic decency many don’t.

I don’t believe the Internet promotes decency, I believe it spawns hostility.

The point is hatefulness and cruelty.

The internet is  not a newborn baby, it’s more than 60 years old, and there are no signs time is easing the issue of insult and anger,defamation,  bigotry and hatred that is sweeping social media.

This is reflecting the growing bitter divisions in the country, which will continue until Mr. Trump finally steals and cheats and lies his way into jail,   trips over one of his $60 mega bibles,  or explodes from internal combustion.

People in American right now do not, in my view share a “generalized” view of what’s acceptabe and what’s not. That, in fact, is the problem. That’s the way it used to be, not the way it is now.

We have no common feelings about lying and honor at the moment. Lying and dishonor is a valuable asset in our political environment.

Religion used to do that for us, but much of religion has lost its authority and courage, just like Congress.

I liked the discussion we all had this week – there were many and useful comments, and lots of support too – it was a good and important one and I want to share the rules for my blog that I have developed and refined. I don’t need or want AI software to do this for me, that’s my job and I am up to it.

First, any and all comments must be approved by me before being posted anywhere on my blog.

Secondly, the rules are simple.

No one will be permitted to post any message that I find cruel, dishonest, or hateful, period. I screwed that up, and I’m sorry. It’s never too late to grow and change. Any name calling means being blocked for good.

Third, disagreement is welcome, as it was all week, no one in the history of the blog has ever been knowingly banned or blocked for posting thoughtful and civil messages. If that happened, and I’m sure it did,   it was a mistake and it won’t happen again.

Finally, I am and will use software that enables instant deletion and blocking. Some people don’t like it, but it’s my blog and these are my decisions to make. I won’t run or hide from making them.

I was one of the problems more than once, and now, I intend to be one of the solutions.

The rules are simple, no matter what people think of me. I won’t be posting any messages that I find offensive, cruel or dishonest. People lie about me all the time, and I failed to see the foolishness of that.

I happen to love civil argument, Pete’s message was stimulating and valuable, even as I don’t share his views. Disagreement causes me no harm, and has always made me smarter and stronger. Pete is always welcome back.

My dream for the blog has also been to use the comment section as a forum for thought and civil discourse. Hate and rage and lies have no place for it. I won’t ever let them return, and yes, I will be the judge of what is acceptable to me and what is not.

Thanks for following this, and thanks for participating in this and future discussions. I got more comments this week than ever in th 17 years of the blog. Thanks.

 

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The Cambridge Food Pantry
2 April

SOS For Soap! Food Pantry: Sara Harrington, And The Amazing Search For Love And Soap And Nourishment

by Jon Katz

(Sarah’s Urgent Food Choice For  Children And Families Today: Dial Soap Bars, 8 bars,  $6.47. The food pantry is out of soap, so this is one of the most urgent requests.)

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Sarah Harrington is one of those unconsciously remarkable people. She is shy yet powerful, quiet, yet a workaholic, modest but in charge,  a modern executive in a traditional environment modernizing a community pantry that had no website.

Everyone at the pantry loves her, and many worry about her working herself into exhaustion.

She also has the gift of empathy and compassion. She wants to get her guests (her name for the people who come for food) the best possible food and the gift of dignity.

I see a competent person who knows what she is doing. I trust her completely and appreciate working with her. In some curious way, we are similar. She makes doing good seem easy.

She has two college degrees—a Master’s In Visual Communications from Temple University and a Bachelor’s In Graphic Design—and has had many high-powered and diverse jobs.

She’s even edited her own magazine. Some might say her world has shrunk as the new director of the Cambridge Food Pantry.

Obviously not.

She knows how the modern world works, and how to reach out to it.

But she’s one of the blessed ones, doing what she loves and most cares about – helping people who need help.

No wonder we get along so well. Sarah is a sucker for underdogs, “that’s my thing,” she says. “These people don’t have the luxury of saving for their retirement. It’s tough out there; I see it all the time.”

The Army of Good has done an excellent job sending food to her pantry. “It has made all the difference, “she says. This is the good stuff—a lot of food they love and miss. They noticed the change right away.”

But she made it happen.

By Thursday, all of the food on those shelves will be gone, and the shelves will be empty. Our donations are giving the pantry some breathing room, the guests are very grateful..

Sarah has devoted her life now to helping people get the food they need but can’t afford, She has recruited me and the Army of Good to help get the food they want, but that can’t be brought through the vast and complex food pantry system.

“It makes such a difference when they can bring home the food their families want and love; it makes them feel whole and successful again.”

One story I heard stuck in my mind: a woman who cried when she saw a jug of Tide Detergent, something she always loved but could no longer get.

We are filling the void between what people want and need and what the food pantry system can’t provide.

Maria and I spent the morning opening packages and stacking them for the rush tomorrow. “It will all be gone by the end of the day,” she said.

I felt guilty about all the work it took to unpack those packages and wanted to help. A squad of devoted volunteers came to finish the job, as they always do.

“I’ve worked at other food pantries,” she said, “but this one is different—the vibe, the volunteers, the sense of community.”

 

 

I can already feel it.

But for all the good happening here, Sarah is the one who brought it all together. She recruited me, understood me, was honest with me, listened to me, taught me,  and instantly understood the potential of the Amazon Wish Lists as a powerful tool for nonprofits, something  I saw at the Mansion and then Bishop Maginn.

Working with Sarah, we’ve refined the Wish List idea, which gives donors the power to spend and purchase what they want.

Sarah is moving the pantry to the next generation, recruiting local advocates, and even starting a website.

Sarah is the first executive director to have an e-mail address. She is also a passionate texter; that’s how she and I communicate.

She and Maria hit it off right away; both love hard work and physical work, and they get right down to business. Both are artists.

Maria signed up to be a regular volunteer. She’s going back next week to help. Me too.

(Dial Soap For Children And Families: $6.47 per box of eight bars.)

Sarah is married (to a school vice principal) and has two grown sons. She is also a dog lover. She almost melted when I brought her outside to meet Zinnia, who was waiting in the car.

It rarely takes more than a minute for her to answer a text, and I return the favor. We talk back and forth all day.  She works all the time and is available all the time. She sends pictures of the boxes pouring into the pantry from the Army Of Good.

Seeing all the packages you have been sending was a wonderful thing for me to see. We are doing some heavy good. I also noticed how much work goes into opening those packages and distributing all of those cans and bottles and boxes.

Sarah is teaching me how the complex and limited food supply system works, how important farmers are to the system, and how supermarkets are very generous but limited in what they can give away.

Before the pantry, one local market used to haul tons of still-fresh food to the dump. Now, it goes to the Food Pantry Regional Fund and the pantries.

However, many foods and products are owned by the companies that make them, not the supermarkets, and they come and collect the things that don’t sell. They rarely give them away.

I spent much time speaking with Sarah this morning and taking photos of her and the pantry. I’ll write more about her and what I am learning about a system that seems increasingly essential daily.

In the meantime, I hope we can get these children and their families some soap. They very much want to be healthy and clean; I hope we can help them:

A box of Dial soap bars costs $6.47. I’m buying three boxes; what you are doing is lovely beyond words. I hope we can maintain it.

Zinnia waited quietly in the car while I was inside the food pantry.

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Zip
2 April

The Chipmunk Hunt: Entering Zip’s World: Photo Journal. We Napped And Went Hunting Together On A Beautiful Spring Day

by Jon Katz

I had the most beautiful and exciting hour with Zip on Monday afternoon. It was warm, the sky was blue, and Zip. On such afternoons, I go out to one of the chairs in the backyard, and my new friend Zip hops up on my shoulder or climbs down and puts his head on my knee.

I scratch and pet him, and after a while, he falls asleep (photo above). It’s a particular time for him and me, calming and full of feeling. He often puts his head on my shoulder and closes his eyes. We soak up the sun together and the quiet as often as we can. and the weather permits.

Sometimes, I fall asleep, too. It was a mystical hour.

After a half hour, Zip sat up and locked onto the stone fence in front of us. He stayed on my shoulder (below). He saw a chipmunk, and I saw one or two. He sat still for half an hour and then stared at the wall without moving or making a sound. We both watched together; I even got a photo (below) of the chipmunk he had spotted sitting on the wall. I hadn’t noticed it.

I documented the next half-hour, which was fascinating to me. I am learning much about patience, silence (and love) from Zip, my new cat friend. Come and see what happens if you wish, nothing ugly.

I felt like I had entered another world, and you were invited to come. This experience was exceptional.

On the one hand, I was rooting for Zip. On the other, I wanted the chipmunk to go underground because it was too late.


CHIPMUNK! Zip was asleep on my shoulder, where he always goes when we sit together. Suddenly, and out of a sleep, his head shot up. I took a selfie to catch the experience.  He quietly moved down to my leg. He was ready. The Iphone is perfect for this kind of photography.  The Leica is a bit clumsy for such close-in work.

I took this photo while Zip was still in my lap, watching without moving. He saw the chipmunk, but I didn’t see it for a long while. Neither one of us moved. I had seen it before.

Every ten minutes, Zip would move a bit closer, never making a sound or taking his eyes off the stone wall.

At one point, Zip and the chipmunk laid eyes on one another, and both froze. The chipmunk blinked first and, when Zip moved, disappeared into the stone wall. Bud hung in there for a while, but it seemed he had been spotted.  He knew. I doubted the chipmunk would come out again, and Maria joined us. We both were glad we didn’t see a capture and killing.

The yard is full of chipmunk holes; they are intelligent and alert. I think Zip has gotten one or two.

 

After the chipmunk dove back into his hole, Zip moved closer and got quieter.

His patience amazed me, and he never took his eyes off the spot where the chipmunk appeared. At this point, Zip gave up and turned back to me, but I had to get to work.

I thought the hour we spent together was unique, and I felt like we were doing this together; he had let me enter his world. There is a very strong bond of mutual trust and affection between Zip and me; I am fortunate to experience it with a very unusual cat. Thanks for coming along.

 

 

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