I\u00a0 \u00a0wondered if I could apply it to my pandemic life learning style.<\/p>\n
There are known knowns that I think about on many days, in many ways,<\/strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The Irish CLEARLY beat the Vikings to Iceland, and maybe to Newfoundland.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Libraries matter on all days and in all ways, and may just save the world.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Adapting is a way of life, and practice promises possibilities.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0There are a lot of less interesting known s that I only think about when provoked,<\/strong>\u00a0e.g.\u00a0 Donald Rumsfeld, Cosmic Crisp apples, photos of dawn, Louise Gluck, Scott’s mispronunciation of Flucker Street, algorithms, regional hotdishes, radio voices, peppy poets, Russell Wilson’s finger, dreadful Texas etc., etc., etc.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0There are\u00a0 unknown knowns that are many and memorable<\/strong> gaffes, laughs, apologies, and, on RARE occasion a suggestion that I might have been wrong.\u00a0 These usually end up in the stories of my life.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0And there are probably way too many unknown unknowns that I don’t think about because I don’t know they exist to think about, but if I knew they existed, I would certainly know enough about them to have an opinion and take it from there.<\/strong><\/p>\n …………………………………………………………….<\/p>\n Seattle edges into Fall, or should I say “dribbles”?<\/p>\n How do I know it\u2019s fall in Seattle? Let me count the leaves\u2019 colors.<\/p><\/div>\n ………………………………………………………………….<\/p>\n AFRGH!\u00a0 who on earth would choose to watch “<\/span>Mare of Easttown\u201d hyped as being “in the tradition of Middle American miserabilism,<\/a> a genre of shows that aren\u2019t about much of anything besides their characters\u2019 despair and the painstakingly rendered small-town or suburban milieus that inevitably cause it.”?\u00a0 MISERABILISEM?\u00a0 AARRGGHH!\u00a0\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Fortunately, I<\/span>\u00a0am from the tenth largest city<\/strong> in North Dakota, a Northern Plains state<\/strong> and a daughter of Charles Coghlan, Wahpeton’s youngest mayor, 1942-46, an activist, who controversially purchased land for city airport,\u00a0 then rented the land to nearby farmers until there were some airplanes, thereby recovering the land’s cost and then some.\u00a0 For the record, my dad was not the rabble-rousing priest, Father Charles Coughlin, though he would “autograph” an occasional picture, if asked.\u00a0 I love my dad.<\/p>\n I had a great good time growing up, and I don’t remember a day when I was miserable<\/strong> or bored.\u00a0 So a big HISS to\u00a0 \u00a0“Mare of Easttown .\u00a0 ”\u00a0 For other takes on Wahpeton, see Chuck Klosterman’s Downtown Owl<\/em><\/strong> and Larry Woiwode’s Beyond the Bedroom Wall.\u00a0<\/em> <\/strong><\/p>\n I am in a politically delicate situation.\u00a0 The rocks are an unwanted gift, not able to be returned or re-gifted.. What is an aging activist to do?\u00a0 \u00a0Fortunately., I have a willing and abler ally.<\/p>\n \u201cRocks, begone!\u201d say unruly Landmarkers, as they tend bee-happy grass.<\/p><\/div>\n I\u00a0 am my father’s daughter.<\/p>\n ……………………………………………………………………………….<\/p>\n And finally, a library story that ends well:\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Barak Obama is not going to have a presidential LIBRARY.\u00a0 ARGH!\u00a0 He is going to have the Obama Presidential\u00a0 CENTER.\u00a0 Sigh.\u00a0 With a big MUSEUM.\u00a0 More sighs.\u00a0 I have had so much fun planning the entrance as a reading room with pods , inspired by Maya Lin’s Smith College transformation<\/a>\u00a0and\u00a0Frank Gehry’s expansive vision<\/a>\u00a0for UM’s Weisman Art Museum.\u00a0 But I intend to continue curating an accessible, provocative, well- connected collection of works that address the mystery of Barak Obama, just in case his people see the error of their ways.<\/p>\n But there is good news.\u00a0 Almost simultaneously, I\u00a0 am the designated namee\u00a0 of\u00a0 the handsome, mystery building, literally looking over Roseledge, and no, it is not a barn, a garage, or a CIA\u00a0 fortress of secrecy.\u00a0 It is rather a library\/vault, housing, I think, family treasures, organized, accessible and filled with\u00a0 possibilities, and it is named The Colleen.\u00a0 What a treat!\u00a0 I love it.\u00a0 It, like the formerly red Roseledge, is a worthy addition to what Scott has called\u00a0 “white house row” on Sea Street It is Roseledge Books reincarnated or reimagined, maybe.<\/p>\n Until more exciting provocations…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" It’s been a week of provocations, but then most weeks are. 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