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KidsArts Homemade Arcade

13 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Boston Moments, Community

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community, events, jamaica-plain, kids

This winter, I got a little taste of summer, Jersey-style. That is: a crowded room of shouting and running young’uns, calmly strolling middles, and smiling, photo-snapping oldies; the beeping-bloop sounds of electronic toys; and the sweet smell of sugar whipped into a pink, puffy cloud.

Sadly (and thankfully), the Homemade Arcade, created by the talented young-uns and staff of KidsArts! Multicultural Afterschool and Summer Program, did not offer cotton candy. What it lacked in kill-you-quick sugar, though, it more than made up for in creative, homegrown fun.

Phoebe at Homemade Arcade

What to do on a snowy winter’s afternoon? Walk on over to KidsArts for . . .

. . . some Whacky Watermelon Minigolf.

Watermelon mini golf

Navigating a field of strawberries . . .

Strawberry minefield

and avocado pits . . .

Avacado traps

and a tricky pineapple-windmill.

Windmill pineapple

Play some . . .

Skee-ball

Skee-ball 3

Toss a tiny basketball.

David plays tiny basketball

Dance, dance, the revolution.

DDR

Play Pac-Man . . .

Pac Man

. . . pinball . . .

Ben sets up pinball

And foosball!

Foosball

This arcade really hit all the boardwalk standards, and with none of the wood splinters, dank carpet-smell, or dropped hotdogs. I’d say that’s a win.

Permanent Loan – Connecting Through Things and Love

11 Monday Mar 2013

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Community, Learnin'

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as-we-are-living-it, community, photography

About a year ago I obtained a friend’s digital SLR camera on “permanent loan.” What’s permanent loan, you ask, and how’s that different from a gift? Also, doesn’t it bother you knowing someday your friend might ask for the camera back?

self-portrait-2012

That artful spatter in the rightmost photo? It’s toothpaste.

I’ve thought these issues through. I’ve wondered, what does it really mean to borrow something without an end date? What happens if the item breaks while in my care? How does it feel to haul this camera around, always with the knowledge that it’s not really mine? If/when I get a new camera, I’ll give the borrowed one back, right (of course, by then it will be truly outdated, as is the way of modern electronics)?

Underlying these questions are my values: limiting my participation in the wastefulness of consumer culture (IMO, today’s digital point-and-shoots have too short a life expectancy), making good use of that which I already own or have access to, look to the wisdom and resources of my community to address my needs.

self portrait with Canon SLR

Even more underlying is the basic desire to connect. Have you ever loaned a book or CD (I’m dating myself!) to a friend in part because the act provides a sly opportunity to further cement that person in your life? Permanent loan is kind of like that, a line of connection and belonging attached at each end to a person. Like family heirlooms and the cotton shirt left behind by an ex or lost parent, borrowing and sharing can imbue items with significance beyond their actual purpose.

So while the newest camera in my fleet is a beautiful tool through which to view the world, it also symbolizes a friendship. Possessing it provides opportunity to play with uncertainty, and it reminds me of the numbers of “things” in my possession that belonged originally to others.

Know who else in my life is on permanent loan?

Jack cat captured by a knit headband

Jack Steiger: borrowed ten years and counting

Stopping by Egleston Square Winter Farmer’s Market

06 Wednesday Mar 2013

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Community, Green Life

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city-farm, community, food-n-cookin, winter

Many years ago, visiting friends in Manhattan, I got my first taste of a non-growing season farm market.

You know how the wind whips around New York City?

Walking on the High Line, NYC

Well, that was going on. December. I remember I was out by myself at the time, just drifting, and I chanced upon a market where some streets came together to create a place were people could be together. In this small stand of stalls, there were apples, greens, roots, and a fish vendor. I was impressed. I was jealous. Man, I wish we had this sort of thing back in Boston!

Home: the years marched the way they do and I observed the formation of a collection of winter markets via our area’s robust farm-to-table and food justice scenes. I heard rumors of this organization and that, trying to bring  indoor markets to the old, cold city.

Finally the markets revealed themselves like crocus. Enter Somerville. Enter Cambridge. Enter Dorchester. Enter Brookline.

Enter Jamaica Plain.

Egleston Market at a glance

Egleston Square, to be more precise. Despite spending many hours at a cafe just around the corner, I hadn’t been quite aware of this neighborhood-within-a-neighborhood.

Egleston Market sign

But now I know of a lively farmer’s market that sells, among other items, outrageously delicious salsa by NoLa’s Fresh Foods, a Main Streets program, and a neighborhood church served by a well-spoken and thoughtful pastor.

Urban Hydro Farmers

Music at the market

Children's activities at the market

Stillman's Meat at the market

So, New York, we’ve caught up. Now what you got?

Whole Hearted Examples of Local Love and Lore

04 Monday Mar 2013

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Bloggin Noggin, Community

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arts, community, transportation

Twitter-screen-shotRecently, I joined Twitter.

It was a deeply-considered decision. After all, an important aspect of whole hearted connectedness, to which I prescribe, is thoughtful engagement with that which you already own. The web platforms where I spend my time and finite energy daily are myriad and, over the years, Twitter had seemed to me a shallow offering. A hummingbird’s game -flitting here and there for sweets, rarely making the kind of contact that leaves an impression. Then, suddenly, I discovered the website’s potential usefulness at work. So I held my nose, and I jumped.

I’ve been merrily sharing, watching the number of my so-named followers creep up. However, it’s strange to put things out there and rarely hear back. Part of me feels, why bother if only ten people have access to the tidbits of news, events, ideas that excite me? But then clicking that “tweet” button is easy. So I do it anyway and chalk it up to “learning” the “culture” of Twitter for the sake of professional and personal growth. For now.

Here are two items I recently “tweeted” that I feel could use a bit more air before they disappear into the drawer forever.

1.) An intern at Boston’s popular and accomplished Food Project blogs about his world-widening experience on the T.

2.) Creating art for the New York Subway with illustrator Sophie Blackall:

http://blip.tv/etsy/handmade-portraits-sophie-blackall-5930123

Stolen From My Journal

18 Friday Jan 2013

Posted by Phoebe (she / hers) in Community

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as-we-are-living-it, community, writing

An excerpt:

I confess that I think “struggle,” as a word, a verb, should have less negative connotations. Sometimes I get a profound mind-vision (just the feeling, no pictures) of the whole of humanity struggling to take out the wash, drive the kids to school, convince the mugger to do no harm, strike down the enemy, discover the way on the map, run up a hill, determine the most beneficial choice, hide true feelings, breathe, sleep, live, compete, etc.

Then I close my eyes and I feel the planet doing its thing –churning, growing, dying– and I attribute nobility to the whole. I feel compassion for the whole.

green jelly bean, alone

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