Category Archives: Around Town

Personal posts — some social justice (Not in Our Town), some faith-related (Princeton United Methodist Church), some I-can’t-keep-from-writing-this

Allen Toussaint: joy can change us

The late Allen Toussaint “had a sweet voice, gentle and worn in places, like the skin of a velveteen rabbit,” writes Amanda Petrusich in a New Yorker piece titled The Gladness of Allen Toussaint

For a glimpse of his voice, this interview.

What is his connection to a Princeton -centric blog? I had the joy of meeting him, once, and became an instant fan.  He inspires me even posthumously, through the words of others. Here, Petrusich:

It’s easy—nearly satisfying—to think of pain as transformative. But Toussaint’s work suggests a different way. Joy can change us, too—that’s evident in his songs. See something miraculous, and watch yourself reappear on the other side, different, better. There is so much gratitude in this music: a true gladness. What a thing to hold in mind. What a thing to let yourself follow, all the way down to the grave.

Or, as Odetta said As we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

In this Advent season, let’s submit ourselves to the transformative powers of . .. joy!

Photo from New Yorker: Allen Toussaint, in northern Spain, in 2009.CREDITPHOTOGRAPH BY ADRIAN RUIZ DE HIERRO/EPA

Karen L. Johnson: On Thanksgiving

Here is a story that has become part of our family Thanksgiving tradition.  My father was a printer, and at Thanksgiving he would distribute hundreds of copies of this story on burnt orange paper.  At home by each Thanksgiving Dinner plate were five grains of corn, and this was read before dinner:

THANKSGIVING is distinctly an American holiday;  there is nothing like it elsewhere in the world. It celebrates neither a savage battle nor the fall of a great city. It does not mark the anniversary of a great conqueror or the birthday of a famous statesman. It does not commemorate the writing of a historic public document or the launching of a new constitution. The American Thanksgiving Day is the expression of a deep feeling of gratitude by our people for the rich productivity of the land, a memorial of the dangers and hardships through which we have safely passed, and a fitting recognition of all that God in His goodness has bestowed upon us.

In early New England it was the custom at Thanksgiving time to place five grains of corn at every plate as a reminder of those stern days in the first winter when the food of the Pilgrims was so depleted that only five grains of corn were rationed to each individual at a time

To continue, click here  for the Google doc

Thanks to my friend Karen  L Johnson for this inspiring story.

Wrong Way to Curb McMansions

I’m against McMansions as much or more than anybody (see this U.S. 1 story), but I have big questions about new rules being rushed through Princeton Council that aim to curb them.

Says architect Marina Rubina, who lives in the Witherspoon-Jackson neighborhood, “Our elected officials decided to take on the issue of “tear downs and McMansions” and solve it in one month without thinking it through or giving the public a chance to weigh in. The problem is that what they are proposing won’t stop McMansions, but will hurt a lot of people and lower income people much more than others.”

Here’s a quick read: the opinion of Walkable Princeton, an organization I respect. It has links to the ordinances presented at council last week. An excerpt:

Unfocused restrictions on FAR will have some effect on reducing the numbers of ‘McMansions’, but it will also make it harder for people to build rooms for aging parents, or to sell their homes at full value. A stealth downzoning appears to be underway, in the rush to be seen to be doing something about development that many residents consider ‘ugly’ or ‘not fitting the neighborhood’. But for many homeowners, the new restrictions may prove costly in the long-term. 

It’s complicated. I can’t decide. But we can all ask Princeton Council to take more time to decide. Council meets at 7 pm tonight (November 30) on another matter and is supposed to vote on Monday, December 7. Come to either meeting or send a note to somebody on council with the message “WAIT . . .. LISTEN” before you take a vote.

PART TIME JOB; YOUTH MINISTRY

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YOUTH MINISTRIES: Princeton United Methodist Church seeks a part-time, temporary Assistant Director to support youth ministries and programs from now to May 2016.  

Assists Associate Pastor of Children and Youth Ministries and works collaboratively with staff, parents, volunteers and congregation to insure the spiritual growth and discipleship of youth.   Helps with planning and leading Sunday evening youth program as well as youth participation in worship, mission and overall life of the church.  Leads youth program and provides continuity while Associate Pastor is on leave.  Experience in Christian Youth Ministries required.   Degree in ministry or in process desirable.Approximately 10 hours per week.  Salary $4,000.

If interested, submit resume to Iona Harding ifkharding@gmail.com.

Book review: Ci is for Cireelia: by Arthur Areyan

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Ci is for Cireelia: Book One: The Journey Yet Unknown

In this evocative young adult ebook, by Arthur Areyan, a Princeton-area writer, the young narrator Tim rescues himself from sadistic parental abuse by meditating and evoking his imagination. It’s as if he knew Carl Sagan’s quote, Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were. But without it we go nowhere.

Descriptions of physical abuse are hard to read: “He said it hurt him as much as it hurt me – in a sadistic, devoid of all feelings tone of voice as he coiled the belt. That same crooked smile..”

The boy’s emotions are trampled:  “How many times I wish I could disappear – become invisible and leave without being nudged, looked at with disgust or pricked with a vile word or name.”

Yet Areyan writes like an old-fashioned poet, and his evocative images can be soothing: “Those were the longest two-and-a-half months when a day lasted as long as two stitched together with burlap threads of missing and longing.”

Early on, the narrative offers hope. Tim searches for answers and tries to believe in himself. “I know it’ll be all right. Don’t ask me how I know it. I just do.. . . You know the times when you are most lonely, and you reach out or more like broadcast your thoughts and deep feelings – then, all of the sudden, you feel the presence that in thoughts reassures you that it will be alright.”

The abusive incidents lasted too long, but it was hard to put down. I read this on my cell phone, paging through quickly, eager to find out how Tim would survive from the next horrible thing that was going to happen to him.

Here’s a glimmer of what Tim is able to do: “Reading unleashes my imagination, and imagination removes the boundaries of the physical…Then setting my sight onto a bright planet I fold the distance with my own neuro-ionic mind drive. I practice this fine art of day dreaming a lot more than it’s OK with my teachers and just about everyone else.”

Then (spoiler alert) the abuse gets so bad that the authorities step in to protect him from his parents — but not from the scientists, who get an inkling of Tim’s amazing talents.

The scientist will use Tim for a dangerous experiment. At first the scientist “can’t live with an idea of sacrificing an eleven-year old for a set of data, no matter how ground-breaking it promises to be.” But then, “The more he thought about Tim the more his conscious was finding ways to justify an extensive research and the fainter the voice of righteousness was becoming. To have a chance to understand what was happening inside this boy’s incredible mind is an opportunity he will not miss for anything.”

The plot may be hard to believe —  not just from the science fiction standpoint but also from the “why would a person be like this” standpoint. The mother is pictured as too busy in her career to interfere with the sadistic abuse that her second husband inflicts on Tim. I couldn’t imagine such a mother, but perhaps this aberrant personality was needed for the plot. Caring adults came on the scene later. But it was a page turner of an adventure, an evocative journey that satisfied one’s sense of “right,” and it left me eager to find out what happens to Tim in Book 2.

Disclosure: I first knew Areyan as an IT Professional, co-founder of Fast PC Support. For biographical insight, here is an interview with Areyan that tells about his focus of meditation and his second avocation, art — oil painting and photography.  Here is the ebook listing on Amazon.  I recommend it.

Black Prophetic Rage in the Age of Ferguson

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“I will not submit to be charged with praying, nor do I accept the righteousness of the some 60 charges laid against those participating in the Moral Monday protests during Ferguson October,” said Reverend Osagyefo Sekou, pleading not guilty last December at Ferguson. “The only signs of Assault, Disorderly Conduct and Disturbance of the Peace I saw that morning clearly came from the garrison of riot police protecting the state citadel from a group of singing, praying, peaceful clergy, seminarians and members of the community.”
He will speak at a conference organized by The Center for Black Church Studies at Princeton Seminary, “Black Prophetic Rage in the Age of Ferguson,” on Tuesday, November 10th at 7 pm in the Theron Room at the Princeton Seminary Library. Yolanda Pierce directs the center. The roster also includes Dr. Brittney Cooper, Ph.D. and Minister Janisha Gabriel, MA, responders, and Candice Benbow, MA, M.Div., Moderator. Yolanda Pierce directs the center.

Autumn Culinaire Video

Here is the video from the gala for Big Brothers/Big Sisters. Greg Olsen comes on at about minute 4. Kudos to executive director Susan Dunning for this innovative way to tell a nonprofit story.

For my Canadian friends: h…e..r..e…..s….. Justin!

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Justin Trudeau with his wife Sophie Grégoire, and children Hadrien (left), Xavier (right) and Ella-Grace (front). Photograph: Christinne Muschi/Reuters

The stunning news that Justin Trudeau is Canada’s new prime minister — what an exciting news cycle this will be, a combo of JFK (the young liberal legacy) and Obama (the unexpected outsider). Today’s New York Times front page story here 

Here’s a pre-election glimpse of an amazing life story

Largely out of public view, Mr. Trudeau studied English and French literature at McGill University and ended up in British Columbia, his mother’s home province, where he worked briefly as a snowboard instructor and nightclub bouncer. Given his tall, very slim build, it was an unlikely calling, but he said he “didn’t feel physically threatened because I don’t have a fear gene, I guess.” Eventually, following an aunt’s urging, he completed a teaching degree (my bold:: hurrah for supportive aunts) and taught French and math at two high schools in Vancouver.

The rest of the New York Times article here.

Among Trudeau’s campaign promises, to legalize marijuana.

I know I know, this post doesn’t qualify as Princeton-centric (a supposed requirement for this blog) but it buoys all liberal spirits, surely those of my neighbor expats, Steve and Kate.

Orcas and Egoists

Who knew Scott McVay was an Orca expert? I thought of him only as a grant-giver with the Geraldine R. Dodge Foundation. His work as a marine expert was one of several surprises in the fall issue of Genesis, now online on the site of  U.S. 1 Newspaper, which excerpted part of McVay’s memoir, Surprise Encounters.  The launch party will be Wednesday, October 14, at 6 p.m. at Labyrinth Bookstore, click here for background. 

Another surprise — the so-healthy ego of mathematician John Conway, described as “archly roguish with a gawky, geeky magnetism” by Siobhan Roberts in the  biography Genius at Play,  excerpted here in U.S. 1’s Genesis. She quotes Conway:
“As I often say, modesty is my only vice. If I weren’t so modest, I’d be perfect.*
Everyone who knows him knows it. Most everyone loves him nonetheless. Conway’s is a jocund and playful egomania, sweetened by self-deprecating charm. Based at Princeton University, though having made his name and found fame at Cambridge, he claims never to have worked a day in his life. 

Both excerpts left me wanting more.

Hello, everybody, we’re glad to see you!

Thousands of children and parents know that the greeting song for Music Together, the early childhood program founded in Princeton with a small legacy from a more well-known song, Happy Birthday. For the brief local story behind the story about the “Happy Birthday” copyright, click here. For a more complete history of how Ken Guilmartin founded Music Together, click here. Meanwhile, keep on singing!