Author: Dunrie

  • Privileged Misfit – The Tall Book

    The Tall Book: A Celebration of Life on High
    The Tall Book: A Celebration of Life on High by Arianne Cohen

    I’m on vacation. And I read The Tall Book: A Celebration of Life on High by Arianne Cohen today. Just sat down and read it, cover to cover, with a break for a fishing trip and dinner. Very pleasurable. I read sections aloud to my husband, to explain why I was laughing out loud. I learned a few things (why it can take generations to attain a genetic height potential, due to environmental effects passed down somatically)…and I definitely recognized a feeling and a pattern or two in this straight talking and funny book. Oh, and I’m quoted on pp. 169-170 (excerpt from my tall blog post).

    Arianne Cohen details how the tall and the super-tall are privileged misfits – commanding higher salaries on average, but unable to find clothes or seats that fit. I’ve always been a misfit – knees jammed into the back of the airplane seat ahead of me, not in any way average, despite my desire to blend in. Yet this book showed me lots of ways I’ve benefitted from this, and made me thankful for my own tall mom who showed me the ropes and who did not make me feel at all like a freak (who knew people gave hormone therapy to tall girls to keep them from realizing their height?!).

    I’m going to need a stack of these to share with tall friends, mothers of tall folk, those who love tall folk, and other humans. Learn more at TallBook.com.

  • Green disposal of technotrash (green #12)

    It’s sobering how much stuff we have, stuff we don’t need, stuff, stuff, stuff. Never more sobering than at moving time, when it is time to sort and pack and move all of it.

    We got into our new place on my Birthday last week, and in the last days we have been moving things over from one basement to another. We’ll move for real in mid-August, and we’re only moving stuff we don’t use daily, such as out of season clothing, Christmas ornaments and decorations, wrapping paper.

    We also unearthed a few things that had gone to die in our basement, including some toxic items such as an old computer monitor, fluorescent bulbs for former fish tanks, and a non-working dehumidifier.

    TVs and computer monitors for recycling, originally uploaded by exfordy.

    There are some that believe the easiest way to dispose of things is to toss them away, despite what they contain. But, I’m doing my best to emulate Dudley Do-Right, so I have tried to be careful.

    • I took our computer monitor to Best Buy for recycling (cost $10, but got a $10 gift certificate). They also took the old Tivo and a dead keyboard for free.
    • I mailed two unused PDAs to which we no longer had the power supplies and so couldn’t erase their memories to GreenDisk technotrash recycling. GreenDisk will recycle them in a secure way $6.95. I saw the service on the eWashtenaw computer recycling site.
    • I took our dehumidifier to the Recycle Ann Arbor Drop Off Station ($28 disposal fee to remove the freon). They also took the fluorescent bulbs ($2, $1/bulb).
    • I took other various metal containing items, a dead printer we’d forgotten about inside a cardboard box, styrofoam, tiny paperboard gift boxes, all sorts of stuff. Mostly free, $3 for assorted junk at the Drop Off Station.

    Of course, after my monster trip to “the dump,” I found another fluorescent bulb to take, but mostly our basement is now empty and ready for a thorough clean. Although I did have all of that junk in the first place, at least I did the best I could by getting rid of it. Miss Dudley Do-Right is $50 short, but alleviated of a lot of junk.

  • Rewards for reuse (green #11)

    Goodness is its own reward, but now and then there are actual, physical rewards for doing the right thing.

    We’re moving, so I’m trying to rid myself of items that are not in use. No sense moving them. The other week, I went on a Wednesday morning to pick up some flowers at the Ann Arbor Farmers Market. The Farmers Market typically sells flowers loose, so I brought my own vase. Well, the arrangement I fell for was at the only flower vendor that has vases. So, I asked if she could reuse the vase. She was happy to do so.

    reuse pays off
    Roses, traded for unused vases.

    On Saturday, I collected all of the unused vases from our basement, where they sat collecting dust after arriving with a flower arrangement. I boxed them up and brought them to the Farmers Market. And, the vendor traded me these lovely roses in return.

    Fun! The roses are sitting in a vase I didn’t give away, one we got from my college roommate Kris at our wedding. But, what a joy to get rid of unuseful stuff, get it to someone who valued it, and have these roses brighten my day

  • My cat, chanting, purring, and my experience at my meditation center

    I shared this story about my cat and my own experience chanting and becoming more joyful through chanting and meditation when I hosted a program earlier this month at the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center in Ann Arbor.

    My cat’s name is Floyd, and the reason I want to tell you about him is that my experience with him parallels a little bit my experience in Siddha Yoga. It’s a story of purring to share increasing comfort and joy.

    Close to 15 years ago, we adopted a stray cat. We were walking into the door of my apartment building, and a cat started calling to us. He came to us from across the little street, meowing the whole time. He was scrawny and bald in places where he plucked out his fur in response to flea bites. He looked ragged, and he was really hungry. He seemed sweet, not feral at all, and I brought him inside. He seemed to understand living with humans. He was hungry. He fattened up and his hair grew in and he remained a talker. He also had a very soft, very subtle purr. I recall being surprised by a cat with such a loud and demanding voice had such a tiny purr.

    Well, the other day I realized in an affectionate moment, that he has a much louder purr than I remembered when we first met. His purr is more fervent now. I think that over time, as his comfort level and his trust have deepened, and so has his purr. When he purrs, he draws me in. His purr expresses happiness and prompts me to give him more affection so that he’ll continue to purr.

    I did a little research on why cats purr. It was interesting. Cats purr as kittens when nursing, when receiving affection from us humans, and they purr sometimes when they are sick or scared. So, cats purr for communication, and depending how you interpret why ill cats purr, it is either for self-soothing or maybe healing. According to an article in Scientific American, the frequency of the vibration of the purring actually may help bone density and healing.

    Well, you might wonder where I’m going with this. As I thought about all of this, I thought about my own experience with Siddha Yoga and how I have opened up like he has, how tuning into his purring and the practices and has helped me enjoy life so much more.

    I showed up the doorstep of the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center just like that stray kitty, hungry for knowledge, hungry for peace of mind. I was restless, looking for something. I had always known I wanted to meditate. I tried a local class, and I ended up frustrated and sore from the sitting positions or asanas and no closer to the peace of mind I was seeking.

    At one point, I shared this urge with my scientific mentor. It turned out she also had a meditation practice and a community, this one, and she invited me to accompany her to a satsang one Thursday night.

    I arrived at the Siddha Yoga Meditation Center in Ann Arbor in late spring in 1998, right after the death of my father. That night, like most Thursday night satsangs, we chanted and sat for meditation.

    It was the chanting that caught me. I was struck by how the chant started solemnly. In those slow early verses, I experienced a lot of the sadness I was carrying around. But then, something magical happened, the chant sped up, and I found myself carried along with its momentum, and the end was fast and joyful and fun. And I had the experience of going along that entire arc. And I had the sense that by giving myself to the chant that I would be soothed, met in sadness and brought to joy. And I had the sense that when I was singing solemnly, I felt solemn. When I was singing joyfully, I experienced joy. I had thought it was the other way around, but acting in those ways drew forth that experience, drew forth that same energy from the world around me.

    I also found, as I still do, that the chants continued to give to me, sticking with me as melodies or words or just that lovely well being that I experience in the chant. The words or melody would popping back up in quiet moments, reminding me, reconnecting me to the experience, to joy.

    So, chanting was like my purring. It was and still is a form of self soothing, but it is also a practice of expressing and of cultivating joy, and drawing it to me and sharing it with others.

  • Reusing yarn (green #10)

    Ok, so I made a sweater once. It was an early sweater in my knitting life, and I just kind of made it up as I went along. The yarn was gorgeous gipsy hand-dyed wool from Fingerlakes Yarn. I wanted a shawl collar, so I made a shawl collar. I wanted a cardigan, so I made a cardigan. I wanted the edges of the sleeves and the hem to roll up the way that stockinette stitching does, and it did. That part was fun. My sweater design skills, tho, were beginning, so the pieces didn’t flow together. Cardigan + shawl collar takes more careful construction, and may not even make sense. I never got the buttons to work, so eventually I pulled off the placket and thought I might close it with a pin. To boot, I planned it during the period where I thought I might appear shorter if I drowned in my clothing. So, it could easily have fit me and a friend inside the trunk of the sweater.

    The sweater was too expensive in terms of time and materials to let go of, yet too weird and too large to wear, so I finally decided to reuse the yarn in another project.

    recycling a bad sweater into a rug
    Reuse in action. Knitting up yarn pulled from an unused sweater into a rug.

    Well, I ripped it apart the other night, deconstructed it from sweater to several balls of yarn, and now I’m knitting it into a rug diagonally, using a basic garter stitch scarf pattern. Couldn’t be easier. Next I’m going to felt it. It’ll be something warm for near the bed in the winter or maybe near a door.

    Now I wish I’d taken a photo of the sweater, or the de-sweaterification of the yarn. But, here’s a photo of the rug in progress.

    I’m trying to decide if I want it to be a big rectangle, or if it will be a series of squares seamed together. Now I’m going to look for other never-used knitted items I can pull to bits. If I keep this up, I’ll no longer have to purchase yarn (though I expect I will). Instead I could just pull apart and redo projects endlessly.

  • Rest in Peace, Barbara Greiling

    Christmas in Florida
    My stepmom, Barbara Greiling

    My stepmom, Barbara, died yesterday of liver failure. She was the mother of a son, a grandmother, and a great grandmother. She took care of my father in his illness and until his death. She loved to laugh and she loved her family, and she was generous and warm with me and my sister.