Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

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.

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.

 

 

1 April

Calla Flower Art Show: The New Experiment. No Flower Stands Alone. I’m Proud To Share It In 2024, I’ve Been Working On It All Winter

by Jon Katz

I’m happy to offer my first demonstration of my experimentation with flower art, primarily abstract color art. You can see where I am going as we head towards the Spring and the flowers in my bed.

I’ve worked hard, taken more lessons, toned up my equipment, and experimented with lenses. No flower lives alone or stands alone.  I hope you enjoy it.

The photos were taken with my Leica Mirrorless SlR and one or two lenses, mainly the 101 mm Macro.

I’m not using captions or flower names, as they can be a distraction. Tomorrow, I’m getting up very early to help unpack all the food donations sent by the Army Of Good. I’m honored to have this job; Maria is coming with me. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 April

I Was Offered An AI Software Experiment To Block Hatred, Chilling And Shockingly Effective. I Can Have It For Two Weeks. I Won’t Be Using It

by Jon Katz

Long Ago and Far Away, I used to write for Wired Magazine. One of the people I worked with has become a well-known software engineer in Silicon Valley. We were both relatively young and realistic when the Internet blossomed, and we were convinced it would be a blessing for freedom and democracy. Finally, information would be free.

To some extent, that dream is true; to another, it often appears social media is chewing up democracy and threatening it severely. Online hatred has become a political and personal weapon, increasingly used to punish disagreement and free thought. My friend and others are now claiming AI software can turn that tide.

Being young and idealistic, we didn’t imagine the greed and indifference of corporations, who allowed their websites to be cesspools of hatred, rage, and bigotry to draw an audience.  We didn’t foresee that this anger and rage would grow and threaten our democracy rather than nourish it. Writing in the open on the Internet is now too often asking about social bullfighting.

I’m skeptical of my friend’s idea.

Reading my blog, he’s followed the hatred and cruelty that seem to be blossoming everywhere and on my blog at times, making me a fascinating proposal. He wants me to use new and experimental AI software designed to stop and block hate messages. It works simply, he says. The AI software is fed thousands—even millions—of hate messages and the e-mail, fake or real names of the people who send them.

They do this by collecting and storing the names of people who send cruel, threatening, or vicious messages. They also collect what the messages look like, feel like, and sound like. When the software is fed and activated, it automatically and instantly identifies and trashes or destroys these messages instantly.

I would no longer see them, although they can be stored if I ever wish to read them. He wants me to try this software for up to two weeks and report my experience.

I thought about this for a few hours, but no longer than that.

I thanked him for thinking of me and declined his offer.

As you know, I believe in confronting and sometimes exposing hate mail. I wouldn’t say I like getting it (who does?) but thinking about it, I decided that what the AI software should do is precisely what I am beginning to do and should do myself.

Instead of using software, I would block or destroy these messages on my own and continue with my work rather than surrender them to the software, which is so intrusive and technical that no one, including me, would know how it works, how it gathers all this material, or what it would ultimately do with it.

My arguments with haters (yes, you, Jullie) are well known and often tiring and frustrating to me and the innocent bystanders who must listen in or hear wanton cruelty and hatred.

But I am getting there, and no software will strengthen and empower me more than me. I’m not turning this task over to AI software; I will never be sure I have the strength, skill, or confidence to handle this issue myself if I do that.

Hateful messaging has not prevented me from doing my work, writing what I want, or loving my blog, my life, and the many excellent and non-hating people who read it.

Yes, I know this is how the Nazis started it, but I am not prepared to equate what is happening in America to the Nazis and what happened in Germany. I think that’s going too far for me.

I installed much more moderate software that allows me to delete hateful messages instantly and, with one button, ensure that no one sending such a message will ever get posted again and move their messages straight to the trash.

It’s straightforward. The software identifies names, languages, e-mails, and sources from which they are sent. It does not block, delete, or eliminate people who disagree with me, dislike me, or wish to challenge me on my thoughts. I can delete the haters if I wish, but I don’t. Those are the messages I want: thoughtful, intelligent, and civilized. Those are the messages I am getting now.

This is my work—writing in freedom, exchanging ideas, hopefully getting people to think, and hoping they will return the favor.

My software has blocked hatred 100 percent since I installed it, and I glance at it once or twice a week to ensure innocent and good-meaning people are not being blocked by mistake.

I don’t seek Nirvana. I love having some tension on the blog; it suits my thinking. I hate having hatred on my blog; it obsesses and detracts from me and my ability to think. And I don’t want an invisible screen between me and those who read me, no matter how much some might hate my guts.

There is an Orwellian element to this.

The haters will only know their messages never appear in my blog comments or appear in my e-mail. They do not know; they are banned, blocked, or banished unless I tell them or unless they tire of yelling into the sunset without the satisfaction of knowing they hurt or dig some damage. In my experience, they feel the best solution is quitting and going away. Haters need an audience to hate; silence does for them what sunshine did for Dracula.

But it has worked for me. I don’t miss the hate; I don’t miss the hatred it pulls out of me; I am more accessible than ever to write what I want and share it with people who want to read. Slowly, day by day, my dream is coming true, and if anybody gets credit for it, I do, and my readers do too.

As tempting as it is, I don’t want AI software to do this for me. I want to prove to myself, and yes, the world, that this can be done by ourselves. Hatred flourishes only when it hurts and is listened to. I can’t guarantee this will be a kinder and more compassionate world.

But it’s a good start, better than letting this hatred and cruelty flourish without challenge or the power of decency and honesty. Good luck, Jullie; I can’t honestly say I wish you well, but if you are reading this, know that you are gone and will never be admitted back.

My message to me is good for you, Jon; you are dealing with this in a mature, realistic, and hopefully compelling way. I told my friend I honestly believed I could do it as well as his software could.

Maybe I’m just arrogant; perhaps I’m a visionary. I won’t be a coward.

We’ll see.

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