Carol wanted to be sure she got to Peace and Social Concerns, which started its meeting in the main room, same as for Meeting for Worship, at noon.
Amazingly enough, we made it by 10 AM and so were in time for the hour-long silent worship, sometimes anything but silent. This time, however, we had only the one short message towards the end, a meditation on change and metaphors for what changes the least.
During social hour, I was befriended by a woman raised Catholic, and still very connected to the Grotto, a destination for visitors on the religious site loop, lots of Asians. She's meticulous about extending her range and mobility, in the face of arthritis. We agreed to meet at Laurelhurst Park after an interim.
My goal was to obtain a DVD copy of Eyes Wide Shut, by Kubrick. I've recently seen a documentary about his life and film making process, which intersected other research. They had Clockwork Orange, which I saw a long time ago, but the former was only in Blu-Ray. I decided to get Westworld instead, the whole of season 1 for $5. I've already seen a lot of it, but wondered about filling in some holes.
Upon returning home, on foot, having left the car at the meetinghouse, I checked on the remnants of a Facebook thread. We'd been going at it about Alex Jones and whether it was a good idea for tech giants to do the bidding of political institutions which were themselves tasked with similar responsibilities. Mark Zuckerberg had come under a lot of scrutiny during the Russiagate scandal. Would Facebook have to arbitrate in every country where it found users? That seems to be the direction.
"What if NATO pressured the Zucc to deplatform DPRK?" I queried. "Should he pull the plug on Gulen just because he's ordered to do so by some tyrant? I'd not want him to bow to such pressures that easily." Paraphrasing from memory. I also plugged the new Gregory Brothers tune.
Anyway, the profile owner got nervous, apparently, and censored the whole thread, over a hundred comments from an assortment of political backgrounds, thereby making my point that adults would be seeking other venues besides Facebook. We can't always keep it PG-13. I left a few emoji behind and resolved to jot down a few notes in my blog.
After all this catching up on-line, and a shower, I was somewhat late back to Laurelhurst, but my new friend was still there, having met some new people, Asians I'm thinking, in the off-leash area. We walked together back to her car. I got her business card, someone psychic. That's Portland!
When I got back to the meetinghouse, the Peace and Social Concerns Meeting was still going on, in the tying off loose ends part. Carol, mom, suggested some more action around the Ban Treaty (the shortened name), now in ratification phase. About ten nation-states are on board, more expected. Like Nike, they're trying to figure out the right side to be on, given history.
After the rise of meeting, when people were milling about and going downstairs, I buttonholed Barry, suggesting his campaign to lodge some specific 911 book in our library collection was too much of a short cut. Chandler has put the most time into that concern, and has worked through the committee. Barry comes somewhat infrequently and I don't think has that much insight into our reading patterns, or how we want to showcase them. Some churches may get by without any library at all.
Amazingly enough, we made it by 10 AM and so were in time for the hour-long silent worship, sometimes anything but silent. This time, however, we had only the one short message towards the end, a meditation on change and metaphors for what changes the least.
During social hour, I was befriended by a woman raised Catholic, and still very connected to the Grotto, a destination for visitors on the religious site loop, lots of Asians. She's meticulous about extending her range and mobility, in the face of arthritis. We agreed to meet at Laurelhurst Park after an interim.
My goal was to obtain a DVD copy of Eyes Wide Shut, by Kubrick. I've recently seen a documentary about his life and film making process, which intersected other research. They had Clockwork Orange, which I saw a long time ago, but the former was only in Blu-Ray. I decided to get Westworld instead, the whole of season 1 for $5. I've already seen a lot of it, but wondered about filling in some holes.
Upon returning home, on foot, having left the car at the meetinghouse, I checked on the remnants of a Facebook thread. We'd been going at it about Alex Jones and whether it was a good idea for tech giants to do the bidding of political institutions which were themselves tasked with similar responsibilities. Mark Zuckerberg had come under a lot of scrutiny during the Russiagate scandal. Would Facebook have to arbitrate in every country where it found users? That seems to be the direction.
"What if NATO pressured the Zucc to deplatform DPRK?" I queried. "Should he pull the plug on Gulen just because he's ordered to do so by some tyrant? I'd not want him to bow to such pressures that easily." Paraphrasing from memory. I also plugged the new Gregory Brothers tune.
Anyway, the profile owner got nervous, apparently, and censored the whole thread, over a hundred comments from an assortment of political backgrounds, thereby making my point that adults would be seeking other venues besides Facebook. We can't always keep it PG-13. I left a few emoji behind and resolved to jot down a few notes in my blog.
After all this catching up on-line, and a shower, I was somewhat late back to Laurelhurst, but my new friend was still there, having met some new people, Asians I'm thinking, in the off-leash area. We walked together back to her car. I got her business card, someone psychic. That's Portland!
When I got back to the meetinghouse, the Peace and Social Concerns Meeting was still going on, in the tying off loose ends part. Carol, mom, suggested some more action around the Ban Treaty (the shortened name), now in ratification phase. About ten nation-states are on board, more expected. Like Nike, they're trying to figure out the right side to be on, given history.
After the rise of meeting, when people were milling about and going downstairs, I buttonholed Barry, suggesting his campaign to lodge some specific 911 book in our library collection was too much of a short cut. Chandler has put the most time into that concern, and has worked through the committee. Barry comes somewhat infrequently and I don't think has that much insight into our reading patterns, or how we want to showcase them. Some churches may get by without any library at all.
