Category: T is for…

Treyvon Martin

I am saddened… Somehow, this doesn’t seem right.

photo from Wikipedia

photo from Wikipedia

While I did not watch the trial, or even know all the facts and what was allowed into evidence, my heart goes out to all who feel this is a travesty. Or perhaps the prosecutors should have included charges that were not necessarily “intentional” in nature, so some semblance of justice would be maintained, when the verdict came in. I think the real issue is that Mr Zimmerman even had/was carrying a gun.  If he carried, he must have intended to use it, in some manner.

I’d wager, on this all women jury of six, there was not a single black woman. I could be wrong. Is that racial profiling, for me to think that?

I’m sorry if this offends anyone (NOT my intent).

Perhaps Treyvon was lucky to escape this life, where he faced a lifetime of racial profiling, bigotry, injustice.





Wikipedia: The full story
HuffPost: Obama Reacts
The Moderate Voice: Just like the rape victims have been accused, Treyvon must have “asked for it”, by his attire and attitude! This I cannot grok!


TEXAS? No Thanks…

The legislature of the state of Texas is currently discussing some abortion anti-abortion laws that take away just about every right we, as women have “earned” up to this point. You see, they are not inalienable rights, they are gifts to us from the men who govern us. The ones who would that we were silent and permission seeking waifs, who in the end, know that those men know what’s right/best for us.

My sister and her family live in Texas. I have been considering if San Antonio might be a nice place to live. I’ve never lived in Texas, but I have visited and found Texas and Texans to be a friendly and genial lot.

I am now having second, third and more, thoughts about living there. This is how nice the legislature is treating women. They are denying the rights of women all over the state and seek to establish laws that make decisions about a women’s body and what goes on with it a matter of law, rather than a matter of choice. In other words, taking all rights of women to manage their own body, health and welfare out of their hands.

They seem to think that by bullying those who dare to speak out against the downright slavery they are promoting, they will quell the voices of resistance and reason by simply picking them up and removing them from the room.

Disgusting! But at least they’re doing it out in the open!

But I say hooray for Ms Slamen, who realizes that she has the privilege and the duty to speak for all TX women who are unable to attend these hearings, due to their lot in life.


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Day 20 of the April 2013 AtoZ Challenge… enjoy…

I may have forgotten to mention my theme – it is fractals, fractal art, everything fractal up to and including my new book Fractal Dreams! Have a look around my pages and such to see lots more fractals. Also, every Friday I post a FridayFractalFeature (fff, for short) for all to enjoy! Thanks for stopping by and engaging in the A to Z 2013 Challenge! This is my FIRST ever, so I’m pretty excited! So every day I will post a fractal whose title starts with the letter of the day… and perhaps other things fractal related.

T is for….
the fractal for T is: Tears of the Gods



Tears of the Gods is not in my book, Fractal Dreams, which is available exclusively at RedmundPro.

Check out all my art at the following galleries:

#fractals #AtoZChallenge #bloghop

Disclaimer: I am NOT a mathematician, so please forgive the uneducated tone of my definitions. I am an artist, so I try to explain the math of fractals to the best of my (limited)  ability.

Don’t forget to check out some of these other excellent AtoZChallenge participants:
Laurie Childree: Odds and Ends
Delightfully Ludicrous
The Nova Bug Blog
Thoughtless Gibberish


Here’s another book that was recently released with the launch of Redmund Pro. It is THE GIRL IN
by Gail Thornton.

I think it is a great read and an excellent memoir!

By Gail Thornton
Reviewed by Janet Russell

To a five year old child, the world is all defined in absolutes. There are no degrees of any feelings, no combination of some of this and some of that, to make life less scary.
Now imagine you have become that child. You see the world through her eyes and all of this awful stuff is happening to you. That’s what happened to me, as soon as I started reading The Girl in the Iron Lung.



I became the young child whose limbs would not now do what they are supposed to do. I panicked, trying to get to my parents’ room, because I knew that they would know what to do.
But my parents are afraid too. I can hear it in their voices as they hurry to get coated up for a night drive to the hospital. My parents take me to a large scary building where people dressed in white are looking down at me. Suddenly I’m being rushed down the hall on this rolling bed and taken into a room with many of these big clunky machines. I see little



kids heads poking out of these machines, but that is all I see of the kids.
And I was left there in the clutches of this big loud machine that swallows me up. What could be worse?
Well, perhaps the fear that you have become defective and your parents have traded you in for a daughter that works right. That can walk and reach out and show how worthy you are of their love.
You barely have an idea of what life is all about, much less the loneliness, the despair, the fear, the knowledge that you have this awful thing called polio.
Suddenly you are thrust into a world where your parents seem to be afraid and mad at you at the same time. Where other adults display their quirks in doses so large, sometimes you really can’t take it.
Gail relays this true story so well, the story becomes not just about Gail, but about you, as well.
There were nightly exercises that hurt so much, but she knew would make her walk. There were the special clothes she had to wear that helped keep her back straight. Every day she needed the help of Mommy and Daddy to get dressed.



Finally came the excitement of preparing for school. After all her hard work, Gail was certain she would be riding the bus to school just like the other kids real soon.
And then more disappointment, as she realized she would not be taking the bus with the other kids. And still more when she would fall at school and even sometimes had to ask for help.
Soon, though, Gail became the triumphant young lady who not only had accomplished so much, but also had learned the skill of looking back and realizing how far she had come!
And that is what makes this book such a compelling read. It’s a coming of age story, not of a young adult. Of a child of 5 who learns real quick, and usually the hard way, what it means to grow up and take charge of her own life.
The author and I are contemporaries, yet I never had to experience any of this terrible sickness of the first half of the twentieth century, polio. Now I realize how lucky I was!

I HIGHLY recommend this book!! Especially to those who might feel the vaccine unnecessary, or



are wondering if they should give the polio vaccine to their children.
I’m sure glad I got my vaccination before polio got me!! The vaccine only came available in the 50’s, thanks to Jonas Salk and Albert Sabin.
Gail also addresses the international project to eradicate this virus and provides excellent statistics that show the progress of this endeavor.

At the same time, Gail released another book, THE REGRET OF A FLOWER, a book of lovely poetry.
I haven’t read this book yet, but having found her to be skilled as a writer, I am very much looking forward to it!! Below is a link to Red’s interview of Gail relating to THE REGRET OF A FLOWER!


PubMedHealth: poliomyelitis
CDC Global Health: Polio
M3: Interveiw with Gail Thornton about, THE REGRET OF A FLOWER
Image from the following websites (no copyright infringement intended; if you own rights, plz contact me):
Wikipedia: Negative Pressure Ventilator
NPR: How We Wiped Out Polio

G is for…. Gail
T is for Thornton
P is for… polio

Gail Thornton

“The Regret of a Flower”
Isn’t that just the most haunting title? That is the title of a soon to be released book of poetry by Gail Thornton.

I have grown to know and like Gail, personally.  I read her other book, “Girl in the Iron Lung” (also soon to be released) and I was enthralled from the start.
It is told from the perspective of a 5 year old child. To children of that age, everything is absolute. There is no relativity with which to temper emotions and perceptions. And that is what kept me reading, eyes glued, until the very end.
Even though at first it seems that this can only end badly, by the end of the book, my heart swelled with the pride she must have felt by overcoming challenge after disappointing challenge.

Both trailers are also the creative brainchildren of this artistic and strong woman of today.

As well, Gail has an Etsy shop, Eclectic Designs and (of course) a blog of her own.

I can’t wait to read “The Regret of a Flower”. As near to tears as “Girl in the Iron Lung” brought me, I’m almost certain, I will go far beyond tearing up to full blown soulful crying of emotional depth.

RedmundPro: YouTube channel
Gail Thornton: YouTube Channel PoetSis
Waiting is… Waiting is…:

G is for…        GAIL

T is for…        THORNTON

Alice’s Restaurant

Today is the day (like ANY other day) when GRATITUDE will be at the top of our list of feelings.

Whether we’re grateful for a big hot meal cooked by and shared with family members, or a big hot meal cooked by and shared with volunteers. Or for a friend sharing their “wealth” so we can fill up our tank. Or some new and distant friends that have come and gone (MOSTLY come!) over that past some time. Or for having a roof over our head, be it for one night or many. Or many choices in our life, or even a few.

Or maybe it is 12 straight hours of football with another sport or two during commercials. Or belonging to a network or many of wonderful folks who have come together for usually a common purpose. Or perhaps that Black Friday comes early this year (let’s be sure to thank those who are working so we can shop)!

All of the above involve folks, friends that will stay with us through thick and thin. Folks, friends that we will be there for us no matter what for.

This is my big gratitude. I have met so many wonderful folks, friends, many that have touched my heart in a far deeper way than I ever expected. So much so that when one does leave this world, it hurts so hard, I am surprised someone I never met in person has became so close.

And, like Woody, I think life is just like Alice’s Restaurant. Where strange things happen and we keep on truckin’ and we meet new friends and get confused at times and even wonder what it’s all about. Well, I’m here to tell you, for me it is about all of you! Each and every one of you who are reading this message. Those I have come to know a little or a lot. Those of you who have come to know me a little or a lot.

Whether you knew me way before I began this blog, or have just now stopped in for the first time to see what this blog is. For and to all of you I am forever grateful for the opening of your hearts, minds, ears and time. For sharing your self with me, allowing me to share myself with you. That is my GRATITUDE today and every day.

But since I don’t often say or show it, today is the day I SHOUT it out to all who can hear, that my friends are the MOST important thing to me. What a sad life I would have, without the wealth of your caring, of your acceptance, of your giving spirit, of your understanding nature.

Of course, family comes under that same umbrella, or maybe it is the other way around. Mayhaps friends are now additions to family. All of us giving, sharing, caring and being.

So, this is my wish for you. That you will always have the love of friends, the friends who will love you in spite of your weaknesses. And in spite of your strengths! They just love you, because you are who you are. Sharing the memories, the dreams, the feelings, the joy, the passion, the sadness and the struggles that make up our lives.

From our home to you, Mama, Mimi and I send Thanksgiving greetings and love. (Mama and Mimi gave me permission to speak for them today, as they are busy celebrating Thanksgiving in their own special – sleeping – way.) May you always have the grace to understand, the will to share and the luxury of choices.

This goes out to all of you. Those celebrating their Day of Thanks today. Those who have recently celebrated their own Thanksgiving. And those of you who have yet to celebrate yours.

Love, Janet, Mama and Mimi




Well, I just love this guy’s FB page and he makes me laugh every day!!!
WTG George!!!

Smile for you for Wednesday!!!


Such experiments could perhaps lead to new discoveries about treating such things as depression and different approaches to behavioral issues like ADD or ADHD.

Ain’t science amazing!!

and a galactic bonus today:

HuffPost: Science
Chandra X-ray Observatory: A Pinwheel in Many Colors

Filed under:
L is for… (laughter)
S is for … (Science)
R is for… (rats)
T is for… (tickling)
M is for… Messier 101

This started out a comment to Hobbs‘ post about some pretty serious and basic beliefs from April… when my comment got so long, I could only see my comment box on the screen, I realized it’s time for me to do the same thing she was doing – reviewing options, asking questions, listening to what others had to say, etc, etc, etc.

so, I think I’m just gonna go with that flow… so…

hey, sweetie… I’m late to the party, but that’s just how I roll!!! I couldn’t read all the comments, because it’s all been said. Before. And some of it even makes sense. But your quandary reminds me of myself, now, and as a teen, becoming a truly self aware person who thought it important to do the right thing, above all else. I don’t mean someone else’s right, but what my spirit, my soul, my heart and my brain told me was right. Kind of like selecting someone to vote for when the time came.

Then I got really confused, because, who am I to decide what’s right – I don’t have all the facts, so how can I make an informed decision about what’s right. It took many years of just plain living to help me understand one thing. It’s not about making a decision for me. It’s more a gut, instinctual, perhaps spiritually guided feeling. They say that’s what falling in love is. I guess – I’ve been in and out of love and that’s a whole ‘nother subject, not to mention blog. But once I understood that my spirit totally knew what was right in my eyes, my choice was to do it or not. Never was it based on someone else’s view of right. I mean, like, don’t kill. Except when you have to. Well that’s just plain stupid. Either you do or you don’t. I know, that can be debated, but that’s where my heart/soul/spirit landed. I didn’t decide. I just discovered what was right for myself. So, from that point forward, I hardly ever… kill an insect (had ya going, didn’t I?), unless I do. Which, really hasn’t been, if ever, many times. Either I capture it and release it to “out of my house”, or I leave it alone. Both have their merit. Relocation happens, so that’s not too bad. And if I just leave it alone, I’ll always have the knowledge that next time I see another member of that same family of critter, it’s probably the one I let live, so there’s not so many of them after all. Silly, I know. But I didn’t decide, I just know, then choose my course of action or lack thereof.

So, like they say about being gay, or whatever, it’s not decision or choice (though I’m not sure of that either), it’s about KNOWING who you are and living true to yourself.  Believe me, I know that’s not as easy as it sounds. I’ve always had trouble answering questions like “where do you want to be in 5 years?” How the HE double L do I know what my circumstances will be in 5 years. So how can I say X is where I want to be? Or Y? What if something happens that disallows both X and Y? Am I a failure then, because I didn’t reach that spoken goal? Or, back to the metaphysical, how did I know what I would feel in 5 years? Today I like doing crafty things. Or writing music. Or making fractals. Or writing. Maybe I won’t like it in 5 years.

So, for me, that could mean one “truth” today might be another “truth” tomorrow, because of an experience, an idea, a thought, an external occurrence, or even something I thought about recently. And, I realized it’s not a function of the intellect to “decide” what is right or true (for ME), rather it is something that comes from all of the experiences and knowledge and mistakes and successes and observations and stuff that just seem to be part of who I am and I have no idea how it got there. AND it has to be right and true at the moment I make that choice. So I make a choice for now. I don’t mind not knoowing. I know I can go in directions now, for example, like getting a PhD in AstroPhysics, that will make my options way different in 5 years than if I DON’T get that doctorate.

So, God, religion, faith – these are all just words to me. And it’s not in the words I’ll find my truth. It’s in seeking and finding who I really am and what I believe to be right/true for me.

So what does that all mean? Damned if I know, but, that’s how I roll.

I do know that I get annoyed when someone posts a video/song/whatever on YouTube and the commenters take it as an opportunity to espouse their “platform”, make their beliefs known. That might be ok, but what the devil is the reason for name calling and trolling and otherwise being rude and bullyish. I just don’t get it. Like this video I found the other day.

I listened to it, watched, read it. Much of the content was not necessarily part of my belief system, but that did not stop me from appreciating the intent in which it was made, uploaded, shared, etc. I found it to be very kind and compassionate, which are things that ARE part of my truth, part of what I believe is honorable and good.

So, WTF were all the commenters doing debating religion, god, atheism, the bible, etc, etc, etc. I don’t judge. I just don’t get it. In my world, there is definitely a place for those things, but not as comments on a video that some caring person thought would be nice, perhaps helpful to share. Hopefully that person didn’t take all this personally, or as a reflection of how people saw her. But, many did appear to make judgements about her, because of the content of that video. IDK…

And that is where I must end my rant. Is it a rant? IDK. Maybe I see it as a way to work some things out for myself. And, why, then would I turn it into a blog post? IDK. Maybe because I think there might be others working on similar things for themselves. IDK. Maybe, it will inspire to think about these things and discover their own personal truths. IDK.

It comes down to, I blog, therefore I am! And thanks, Hobbs, for writing, publishing and encouraging communication in the comments of that post (and all your posts, really). It all made me think of these things in a particular way, that may help me know myself better today, than I did yesterday. IDK. If not, fine.

At least I got it off my chest!!!!!

It was just another summer Friday in Oslo…

Anders Behring Breivik , who was 32 at the time, took his personal Crusade, to the street on July 22, 2011, when he launched his one-man attack/shooting spree during which he killed a total of 77 people.

He had written a 1,500 page manifesto, “2083: A European Declaration of Independence”,  and created a 12 minute long video about his beliefs, both of which he had prepared for distribution via the intern. Before he began his attacks he emailed his Manifesto to 5,700 people. In this Manifesto, Breveik blamed Marxism and the Norwegian Labor Party, for the increasing immigration of Muslims and the threats implied by such multiculturalism. Breveik called himself “a savior of Christianity” and claimed to be a member of the Knights of Templar. For years, he had been active on anti-muslim internet sites. Fueled by his long time belief that Europe was being Islamized on a major level, Breivik’s targets were leftist individuals and groups, like the kids participating in a Labor Party rally, that Friday afternoon. The victims of his one day terrorist crusade at Utøya Island ranged in age from 15 – 20. Breivik was also responsible for an earlier bombing that day, which killed 7 and wounded 15.

On Friday afternoon, July 22, 2011, about 3:00 pm, municipal workers and civil servants felt the blasts from at least one bomb that shook several government buildings in the office complex of the Einar Gerhardsen plaza, in the center of Oslo. It was a scene definitely reminiscent of Oklahoma City, with glass and debris blasting out of windows and panicked office workers scattering in all directions. The police reported that 7 were dead and at least 15 wounded in what was clearly an act of domestic terrorism.

Within only an hour later, Breveik, dressed like a uniformed police officer, invaded a summer youth camp on the island, of Utøya, about 20 miles northwest of Oslo. His targets were captive on this island, which is not a near swim from the mainland. After he shot several people on the island, he started going after those who were trying to escape in the water.

These attacks stunned the country of Norway, normally known for its peacekeeping and diplomatic activity. Oslo is the city in which the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded.

Police took Breivik into custody shortly after the incident on Utøya island. Breivik had a FB page, according to police, in which he described himself as a conservative Christian. It also identified him as a fan of the RPG’s including  World of Warcraft,  Modern Warfare 2. George Orwell’s “1984” was one of his favorite books, according to his FB info.

Breivik is attributed with a tweet on the previous Sunday, July 17, 2011, “One person with a belief is equal to the force of 100,000 who have only interests.”

Living in such a neutral country, for the most part, Norwegians were stunned and felt a heightened sense of vulnerability, after these attacks. Terrorism was immediately blamed for the warlike acts, and Muslim leaders in Norway, strongly and swiftly disavowed any connection to the events.

  • NAME: Anders Behring Breivik
  • OCCUPATION: Murderer, Terrorist, Knight of Templar
  • BIRTH DATE: February 13, 1979 (Age: 33)
  • EDUCATION: Hartvig Nissen High School, Oslo Commerce School
  • PLACE OF BIRTH: London, United Kingdom

Breveik called the police to turn himself in after the Utøya shooting:
“My name Anders Behring Breivik. I am a commander of the Norweigain resistance movement. Please could you give me the head of Delta? … Yes, I am at Utoya, I am a person who wishes to surrender. Knights Templar is the name of the organisation but we are part of the anti-communist movement. I have just carried out an operation on behalf of Knights Templar Europe and Norway.”

As of today, Breveik’s sentencing has not yet been decided. The worst sentence he could receive is 21 years in prison. Norway does not allow for the death penalty in their courts. Since he has admitted the offenses, the issue pending is his sanity. Depending on the outcome of that trial, his sentence will be handed down.

Sourced from and Related:
New York Time

Jennifer Ball: Massacre in Norway by Gunman Anders Behring Breivik
Elisa Mala and David Goodman: At Least 80 Dead in Norway Shooting
Anders Behring Breivik:Biography
Breivik: 2083: A European Declaration of Independence

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