Author: abendelow
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Music: Back to my squirrel gun
Here’s another song to emerge recently from Beach Avenue garage, a copyright 2025 number by Bendelow/Harris that explores what it might be like to de-urbanize oneself. The images are all from the pollinator activity around here. And for the record, I do not now, nor have I ever owned a squirrel gun.
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Reflection: American dreaming 2025
Last weekend the American president continued his evisceration of constitutional norms by militarizing the police, taking over museums, and personally choosing who gets the national Kennedy Center honors. He wants to be seen as a strong, fearsome father, and he sides with war criminal Putin’ to set’s terms to stop the carnage in Ukraine. His…
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Reflection: Dreams then and now
“…whoever directs my dreams deserves an Emmy. I find myself mid-dream, blown away by the ingenuity of the plot as it unfolds. These “lucid” dreams are as good or better than any Hollywood production I’ve seen.”
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Memoir: Safe spaces (animist edition) (2023)
Is it a coincidence that when there was nothing but lawn about those beds, we were sorely preyed on?
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Reflection: What I can no longer do
I find that with the loss of that youthful confidence in eternal sunshine, I cannot live a day without the grounding awareness of mortality, disease, and disability.
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Memoir: Every song that mattered to you can tell a story (1971)
“Yes,” I could say, “my family life might be shameful, but I know who bats third for the Cubs (Joe Pepitone) and who guested on the Flip Wilson Show last week (Bill Cosby, Gina Lollabrigita, and John Sebastian).”
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Memoir: a lunchtime intervention (1972-73)
By year two of our lunches, I’d become conversant with the riches of the district’s media collection accessed through her authority: endless filmstrips and 16mm history and science films.
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Review: Kimberly Akimbo (June 2025 at CIBC Theater, Chicago)
There is plenty of darkness in Kimberly’s world. Her very birth was traumatic for her parents, neither of whom has coped well with having produced “faulty” offspring.
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