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BSG with My Friend Alesia Again

Something's up with Gaeta. Jump!

Holy frak. What an episode.

Oh, and what the frak has happened to Oprah? She's gone way to the dark side. If I see one more second of another "favorite-things" type show with gussied-up women having Hannah-Montanna shriek fits over all the expensive useless materialistic crap they're going to get for free, I will just hang my head and weep ... for ten more minutes, because I've already been doing it for 15.

If an Oprah "Favorite Things" show isn't the absolute proof of what's wrong in our society, I don't know what is. What happened to shows with thoughtful discussions about global issues and responses to catastrophes in other countries and things that really matter? I'm so embarrassed.


Watching BSG with My Friend Alesia

My friend Alesia and I talk on the phone every Friday night after Battlestar Galactica airs. If it's really good, we call each other during the commercials. I've heard that other people do this, too. Reminds me of that gloriously free time during college when I played backgammon over the phone with a friend in another dorm. Anyway, other people do this, too, but other people, I'm sure, don't have my friend Alesia.

Alesia is a counselor. The kind who sees a lot in her job and, therefore, sees more deeply than some of us ever will.

Case in point. After last Friday's episode ("Faith"), we're discussing the scene on the base star where Sharon lies dying, reaching for comfort from fellow-Eight Athena. Athena backs away, but Sam reaches in and in a very touching, solid-Sam way, comforts Sharon in doing the thing Cylons never do -- actually and finally die. While our fav BSG reviewer, Jacob at Television without Pity, atypically glossed over this scene saying only that Athena "didn't have the strength"  to  comfort Sharon, my friend Alesia stepped up with this: "Athena couldn't help Sharon because she didn't know what to do. She couldn't know what to do. So she pulled back."

But then Sam stepped in. In the show, he took Sharon's hand and only said, 'I'm here with you.' But my friend Alesia said he was really saying 'Hey, I'm here. I will show you how we do this.' Meaning, we humans know how to do this. Here was Sam, the human-cum-Cylon, reaching out to guide another Cylon through a previously humans-only experience. Reaching out in compassion, understanding.

My friend Alesia says somebody at this show knows about life because the series always has characters going through "development stages." 

I just loved this insight. I'd felt something "special" had happened in this scene the first time I saw it. Wasn't sure if it was just the actor or the acting. But my friend Alesia put her finger on it. Are we to learn that Anders' special gift as a Cylon is this ability to comfort as the one race becomes more like the other, and the other less like itself? Transitions, if you will? That'd be kind of cool. Someone to soothe the very rough and raw edges of all the new wounds sprouting up in so many people and places around both fleets.

I wish for all of you to have a friend like Alesia on the other end of the line, and someone like Sam Anders holding your hand at the end. For all kinds of reasons. :)


Taking a Sound Bath

GlobalsoundConfImage-1.jpgI just spent the last few days at a Global Sound Conference in Los Angeles. As a musician, I've long intuited the calming/healing power of music, or, fundamentally, sound. The glorious image at left was painted by Michael Garfield during the live concerts, which featured luminaries such as Yungchen Llamo and the awesome-forever Sheila Chandra! (On his site, scroll down to the lower right Slideshow of all the paintings he's done at different concerts. You can buy giclees or laser prints. He stands on stage with an easel and light and paints away!) All of it gave me some new ideas for my own music work, and exposed me to some incredible people with incredible visions doing incredible things. People leading drum circles in the northern part of Iraq with Shiites and Kurdes all in the same group playing *together.* (See the Health Rhythms and Drum Circles sections at People designing sound environments into hospitals and hospices. People exploring the field of cymatics and how vibrations shape liquids or particles into incredible patterns. People playing drums and gongs and quartz singing bowls. A key message to wrap your brain around is that we're all made of energy, a.k.a. sound waves. Drill down into the smallest structure of your being and you'll still find sound waves. Health and education and human development and conflict resolution structures of the future will integrate music and sound within their operational practices because they "get" that sound is a fundamental re-energizer, re-aligner, re-lifer force.


The Day the Earth Stood Still (Not!)

gort.and.klaatu.jpgWe had an earthquake today. An itsy bitsy 1.8 mag earthquake, but I felt it this afternoon. It was a boom and a little bit of a shake. Like when a dump truck goes over a bump in the road. But it was different. Enough that I walked outside my door just to look around. Funny how you know what things are even when you don't really know what things are. First tornadoes and now earthquakes in Virginia? What part of the "oh my!" Oz statement is next for us?

On the flip side, if you're a Stargate Atlantis fan, you *have* to check out these music vids at YouTube that are on blimvisible's channel. I just added a link on my Looky-Links page, but here's a reminder. Be sure to watch the "I Am/Lamb" vid set to Johnny Cash's "Mercy Seat." This guy's unreal. 


First Thursday (of Life)


The neighborhood I go to regularly for coffee and companionship comes alive on the first Thursdays of every month starting in May. This is the line at 10pm just inside the frozen custard shop next to my coffeehouse. Young parents, kids, and dogs of all sizes and colors spill out onto the brick sidewalks, licking or spooning custard treats. While, next door, the jazz quartet plays inside the coffeehouse. It's such a wonderful thing to experience on a cool-ish late spring night before the summer mugginess settles in.

I bought azaleas today. Planted 'em too. Hope they'll grow. Sent in my essay to Firefly Talk. Hope I win.