Photos from Betty's memorial on 11-10-12 Grosse Pointe, MI

Wow! It has been a loonnnngggg time since I have posted. Just thought I would check in and give you the links to the latest art by the Art Challenge club. We just finished our third season and it was the best yet. Here is my gallery:
http://leafdogart.com/gallery11.htm

And here is the entire challenge: http://leafdogart.com/gallery21.htm

Would love your feedback.

ART CHALLENGE 2011 BETTER THAN A BOOK CLUB

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ART CHALLENGE 2011

±±±BETTER THAN A BOOK CLUB±±±

5 CORES± 9 ARTISTS± 1 COLLECTIVE

February 2012±First Studio±Phoenix

631 N. First Avenue

Open First ±Third Friday

UB 40 and the Arizona connection

I am a sucker for coincidences and puns. I find them all the time. Today I have a perfect example.

Even as I sit here monitoring my screen for the legislature to commence the second day of the trainwreck otherwise known as the special session called by the Governor for the purpose of extending unemployment benefits from 79 weeks to 99 weeks, I am being serenaded by the reggae channel I have created on my Pandora account (what was life before Pandora-I can't even imagine it anymore). And what should come on but one of my all time favorite songs by UB40 "Red, red wine." Popular in the 80's I remember it well.

Here is the coincidence: according to the Pandora bio: UB40 is:

Named after a British unemployment benefit form, pop-reggae band UB40 were formed in a welfare line in 1978, and their multiracial lineup reflected the working-class community their members came from.

And in further coincidence:

In 1988, the group performed "Red Red Wine" at a Nelson Mandela tribute concert, and a Phoenix radio station trotted the single out for a second go-round. Listener response was far more enthusiastic, and "Red Red Wine" reentered the charts and went all the way to the top.

Now, I am not sure what all this means, but maybe this problem is unlikely to get solved without a hefty dose of red, red, wine. I would totally recommend Total Wine for the perfect selection. It, like Pandora, is another 21st Century development that I would argue is making us that much more civilized, much like Pandora.


In any case, they are currently voting to sine die, which means end the session without any action. Raise your glass.....or not!

The Play's the Thing, Huckleberry

Was it mere coincidence that after spending the week basking in the theater of what passes for democracy in the morally and intellectually arid zone of the American Southwest I should pick up this month’s Harper’s magazine and find the post-millennial master of sarcastic socio-political analysis, Louis Lapham, waxing warmly about the post-civil- insurrection master of satire, Mark Twain against the background of an America that is at pretty the same low point on the well-being graph as it was 100 years ago? [Aside: Should I find it even more eerie that the 100 years coincides with the Arizona centennial?] I think not. http://harpers.org/archive/2011/04/0083366

Even as the production numbers morphed from the dance floor to the stadium and the playbill was tossed in the bin leaving the audience to gape in wonder of what would happen next, I remained much more naive than those masters of the big picture, for I was cut to the quick upon learning that the denouement would reveal that even more earnest among us are merely mortal in the end.

Lapham relates his interaction with the initial dose of Twain’s autobiography, held under wraps for 100 years after his death, in the context of being asked to conjure some soothing words of salvation by the gentrified set who were panicked at the complete disarray they had made of each and everyone of our institutions. Apparently, in desperation, they were looking to Lapham to drag them back from the precipice with some raw but soothing words of hope. Oddly, they came to the one fellow who, unlike everyone else, has no compunction for telling it like it is and was (for he surely knows his history, unlike most of his contemporaries) --at least as he sees it.

Likewise, Twain has the same reputation, but his autobiography smashes the facade that Twain now admits never really separated him from the “poor, cheap wormy thing” that is humankind. Turns out, he could not even write the story of his life as the introspection became an exercise in disgust; instead he chose to dictate the multi-volume work, which apparently kept him from staring back in horror at himself from the written page.

Lapham chooses Twain’s take on Teddy Roosevelt to illustrate the point. Twain never takes out after the otherwise likeable fellow, Roosevelt, for his spin-doctoring of the massacre by General Leonard Wood of the Filipinos during the American occupation. In a letter to his daughter years later, Twain regrettably confesses that his own moral fortitude failed him as he succumbed to the pressure of a favor paid him by Roosevelt and as a result was never able to honestly speak to the acts of the man, rendering him disgusting to himself (and, worse, causing his superb command of the art of sarcasm to lay fallow).

    Lapham’s selection of Twain’s summation of the source of his shame  is well-taken if not poetic:

       “The gods value morals alone; they have paid no compliments to intellect, nor offered it a single reward. If intellect is welcome anywhere in the other world, it is in hell, not heaven.”   

How fateful that I should read this article right after reviewing a draft editorial my husband wrote  about the role of Grant Woods in the Arizona scandal du jour, the Fiesta Bowl fiasco.

Serendipity surely played a role as well in the fact that April Fools Day 2011 saw the hottest temperature on record-- breaking 100, spoiling the diversion of gambling on the exact moment of that first occurrence for the year and providing a Twain-like backdrop for the next act in the state of degradation otherwise called Arizona.

This is not just another guy caught up in a scandal. Unlike the majority of today’s “leaders” Grant was one part politician and one part regular dude. About the same age, we both grew up in what nostalgia now informs us was a carefree, romantic and quasi-rural lifestyle of mid-century Valley of the Sun; a sparsely populated but multicultural spot still in its formative stages as a place for people to actually live, air conditioning being a relative newcomer. [Aside: My pre-a/c grandfather opened every story–and there were many–with: “It was hot; god damn it was hot....”].

Our Dads were both in construction and we were the first people in our families to go to law school. Being a small place, people who were not honest, hard workers did not have much of a chance of lasting in business if they wanted to stay around. Our families and the unfettered freedom of our unique Southwestern childhood instilled in us a common sense approach to the bigger picture and a strong sense of fairness, a socially liberal attitude and a fear of too much government. These traits immediately attracted me to want to align my legal career in his direction. I was thrilled to be a bit player in Grant’s first big political solo (he had previously worked with McCain) as Arizona Attorney General.

He is consistently a straight-talking, pragmatic and principled guy who loves music and having a good time. He gained a national reputation as a go-to person on several issues and knows how to pick the battles that would put him on the moral high ground. And he had the right idea about public service. Get in, do a great job and get out. He returned to the private sector and was doing his second act as a solo as well, but always remained in demand at the political level. Almost every time a political leadership opens up, his name appears at the top of list.

Although a star, he never forgot his regular guy roots. This came through in his banter on his radio show and the glimpses into his personal life one would get from his Twitter and Facebook posts, and through his musings on music and sports. And in his disarming approachability. He loves his wife and his kids and takes great joy in just being a regular person.

But for the larger audience, while he was the theater usher who would always be there to get you out safely if the building caught on fire, he would also cackle as hard as anybody at the goofball in the back row creating a sideshow by falsely yelling that it is on fire. At a time when the building is starting to smolder and the entire crowd is part of the joke, the laughter is starting to fade and we are groping for someone to show us the exits.

But Grant is no longer that guy. Taken down by the hubris that spreads like a cancer among those with even the slightest legitimate reason to have a slightly elevated ego, it is a tragedy that could have been a delightfully meaty comedy. Like Twain, Grant is no god, for he is a mere intellectual.

And for me, he can never again be my Huckleberry.

Noshing Can Be Fun and Healthy

I invented a new dish for a party last week, The theme was Fiesta. I was rummaging through my fridge and found a pile of Belgian Endive leaves. So I filled them with a spicy white bean dip that had a bit of olive oil and lots of flavor. There was literally no fat and very few calories in this dish. And even better, it was pretty cool looking when I was done:

Here is the recipe:

Cook about 1 cup of white beans as you normally would but include a couple of dried chile peppers, a couple of garlic cloves and  a teaspoon of oregano (about a Tablespoon if using fresh) during the cooking process.

Mash the beans with about 1 tablespoon of olive oil, use a good extra virgin and if it has a flavor all the better;  I used Harissa from Yavapai Olive Oil Mill, some salt, lemon juice and chile powder if it is not hot enough already. I used my mini food processor to get the right consistency.

Pipe into the rinsed leaves of fresh Belgian endive and top with a section of roasted red bell pepper.

I used tepary beans but any white bean will do, such as cannelini (and canned would work as well).

That is all there is to it.

A Capitol Proposition

A casual observation at the State Capitol on this International Day of Women, later became a chilling realization that makes me very sad about where we are in the evolution of human beings. In the very place where our laws are made by the people who we as voters have sent there to represent us, I witnessed an appalling site that is probably representative of a number of tragedies; however, I am focusing on only one of them in this piece.


There on the mall between the Old Capitol, the Senate and the House were two single-file lines of visiting students, a commonality at the capitol. They caught my eye when they were being directed to place their hands on top of their heads-something often seen in groups of prisoners of war.

I have fond memories of taking similar field trips. I usually had a relative working around there somewhere and got to go off on a side venture, which always made it fun. The sight of these kids did not evoke that nostalgia, however.

At the risk of sounding like an old person, I was completely appalled by the attire of these children. A large percentage of the girls were dressed in very short jean shorts. Although in my day this mode of dress was reserved for the beach or park, even then we would not be allowed to leave the house in such things for any event at the tender age of these children.

I took a poll of the veteran people watchers and we determined these kids were 5th or 6th grade. I was not alone in my amazement that, besides the fact that this means of dressing was completely inappropriate for any field trip, much less one to the statehouse, the parents of these kids would even let them go to school like that. I was equally offended by the chubby girl who was wearing hot pink baggy basketball shorts with the MICHIGAN sweatshirt-a top I would obviously have an affinity for having sent so much of the funds I have toiled so long at that same building to earn to that fine institution.

Just a couple of hours later I attended a presentation by the Protected Innocence Initiative. Shared Hope International is a non-profit started in 1998 by a former Congresswoman, Linda Smith, to rescue and restore women and children in crisis through a worldwide effort to prevent and eradicate sex trafficking and slavery through education and public awareness. Through the Initiative, Shared Hope rates the various states on their efforts to attack the problem of sex trafficking. http://www.sharedhope.org/Home.aspx

Needless to say, after the introduction by the ever glib Pat McMahon, local TV/Radio host and emcee extraordinaire, Smith related some horrifying stories of young girls who are essentially kidnapped and placed into service by “pimps” who sell to men looking to do it with very young girls. Linda talked about a particular 14 year old girl who was eventually rescued from her confinement here in Phoenix and is not in a safe house. She was followed by a local prosecutor who has achieved nearly 100 convictions, only 5 of which were of customers. Then, a former child-victim spoke about her thoughts having emerged from the nightmare to now put together a pretty normal semblance of a life.



The whole time I was sitting there all I could think about was how those children just out front in the short-shorts were prime targets for this horrifying thing, which apparently occurs with much greater frequency than normal folks like me can even conjure.



I feel bad for those children because what is very clear to me is that their parents are complete buffoons. But should that be any surprise? In a culture that hangs on every word of a complete degenerate like Charlie Sheen while barely paying any attention to the massive budget crisis that is about to impact their very ability to fund the cable TV that feeds their entertainment obsession, how can we expect that these parents would have any insight whatsoever into what is appropriate dress for 5th grade students. What they are clueless about is how that puts them at risk of becoming the sad statistics that cause people to come together on the International Day of Women to bring attention to these barbaric human interactions that are occurring in our very own backyards.

A pretty lousy way to “celebrate” if you ask me.

Post script:  I just came across this article that says the extent of the human trafficking problem in our country is probably overstated. http://www.dallasobserver.com/2011-03-03/news/super-bowl-prostitution-100-000-hookers-didn-t-show-but-america-s-latest-political-scam-did/
If even one child ends up in this nightmare it is horrific; at the same time if the numbers in this story are correct a cost/benefit analysis may be in order when it comes to using public money to fight the problem.