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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Ms. Opyr, Your conviction and enthusiasm for human
rights in China and elsewhere is laudable. Just to be sure I understood you
correctly, are you telling all of us here on the list that you will not be
patronizing *any* business that sells products that are in *any* way connected
with the afore mentioned countries? Or does your righteous indignation begin and
end with Wal-Mart?</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>G. Crabtree</FONT></DIV>
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style="BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; FONT: 10pt arial; font-color: black"><B>From:</B>
<A title=joanopyr@moscow.com href="mailto:joanopyr@moscow.com">Joan Opyr</A>
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A title=thansen@moscow.com
href="mailto:thansen@moscow.com">Tom Hansen</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Cc:</B> <A title=vision2020@moscow.com
href="mailto:vision2020@moscow.com">Moscow Vision 2020</A> ; <A
title=lblackburn@turbonet.com href="mailto:lblackburn@turbonet.com">Lois
Blackburn</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Sunday, March 05, 2006 10:28
PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [Vision2020] The Auntie
Establishment and Brother Carl Show(March 5, 2006)</DIV>
<DIV><BR></DIV>On 5 Mar 2006, at 17:20, Tom Hansen wrote:<BR><BR>
<BLOCKQUOTE>Greetings Visionaires -<BR><BR>This afternoon's show, although
not likely to be mentioned on this evening's<BR>Academy Awards Show, was
definitely not worth missing.<BR><BR>After a trio of songs dedicated to Phil
Nisbet, a recently silenced voice of<BR>Moscow's Vision 2020, Auntie and Bro
"C" commenced to lampoon President Bush<BR>and Dick Cheney, while generously
flavoring the show with an excellent<BR>selection of music.<BR><BR>Those of
you who failed to tune in, possibly due to a post-Mardi Gras<BR>hangover,
may download the show
from:<BR><BR>http://www.tomandrodna.com/Auntie_Establishment_and_Brother_Carl<BR><BR>Aside
from this afternoon's show I would like to make a couple
dedications<BR>myself:<BR><BR>1) Posthumously to Phil: Your opinions,
although criticized by many<BR>(including myself), have served to provide
backbone and strength to the<BR>Vision 2020 "soap box". This is only Sunday
and already your voice is<BR>missed. Although I am not Jewish, this one's
for you,
Phil:<BR><BR>http://www.tomandrodna.com/Sounds/Shalom_Aleikhem.mp3<BR><BR></BLOCKQUOTE><BR>Thanks,
as always, to Tom for recording the AE & BC Show and making it available
online. For those who are interested, Carl and I played a trio of songs for
Phil:<BR><BR>"Hallelujah" by k. d. lang (the live version she performed at the
Juno Awards)<BR>"Never Saw Blue" by Hayley Westenra<BR>"Cowboy Take Me Away"
by Dixie Chicks<BR><BR>All are beautiful songs. lang's "Hallelujah" is, in my
opinion, one of the most beautiful songs on record, along with Jane Siberry's
"Calling All Angels" (recorded with lang on harmony) and Eva Cassidy's cover
of "Danny Boy." In addition to books and poetry, Phil and I exchanged music.
What a surprise -- our tastes were very different. The first time we ever met
in person (about a week after we'd buried the hatchet, thanks to his
incredible willingness to sincerely apologize and to take that awful,
heart-stopping risk of rejection) he brought me a great book about Jewish
women and some truly awful klezmer music. I thought about playing the klezmer
music tonight, but then I thought, no, I hate that stuff. And I told Phil that
I hated that stuff. Instead, I'm going to go my own way and play some songs
that reflect how Carl and I felt about Phil. It seemed to me that that might
be more personal . . . and more annoying to Phil.<BR><BR>I'm not a
superstitious woman, but a strange thing happened when I got home this
evening. I opened up my email to find that my most recent computer disaster --
I tripped over my Apple's power cord and broke the copper charger off in the
machine -- meant that once power was restored and the battery recharged, at
the top of my email was a message from Phil. It was a week or two old, and I'd
drafted a response but I hadn't sent it yet. Phil wanted me to know that he'd
been plugging my book on a poets/screenwriters' chat group he belonged to
called zoetrope. The zoetrope chat group is serious business, and Phil was a
serious poet. (Phil said that Francis Ford Coppolla had been known to hang out
there.) Anyhow, having read the first chapter of my book on my website, Phil
said he had high hopes for me and that he was going to contact some
screenwriter friends and send them copies of the book. What a damned generous
guy. He also sent me some more of his poetry to read and to comment upon.
Jeez. I had some preliminary comments for him, both praise and criticism, and
now it's . . . well, hell. Just for the record, I feel like a complete
shit-bird. Phil called here on Tuesday night, and he talked for a long time to
Rose because I was doing something or another and couldn't -- or rather didn't
-- come to the phone. And you know, it's funny -- if you've ever had a phone
conversation with Phil, then you'll know that when you talked with him, you
had to hold the receiver about four inches away from your ear because he
wasn't just passionate, he was loud!<BR><BR>He reminded me in many ways of my
late grandfather. Obstinate. Funny. Stubborn. Difficult. Complex. Provoking.
Charming. And, as I mentioned before, passionate and generous. Quiet voices
are silenced and they disappear, but a good, loud, strong voice . . . that you
don't forget. You don't forget a worthy opponent or a stirring debate. Moscow
has lost one of the many strong characters that make this place so
interesting, and we are the less for that.<BR><BR>Joan Opyr/Auntie
Establishment<BR>www.joanopyr.com<?fontfamily><?param Helvetica><?smaller><BR><?/smaller><?/fontfamily><BR>PS:
In memory of Phil, I've decided to stick not just my hand but my head into the
hornets' nest. I have sound economic and ethical reasons for opposing
Wal-Mart, but just to make things more interesting around here, let me offer
up a confession. I believe, as Donovan has so often accused, that it is wrong
to shop at Wal-Mart. It's wrong to shop at a company that relies on slave,
child, or prison labor. Don't talk to me about percentages -- if any company
uses a single prisoner, a slave or a six-year old, that company is wrong, and
<B><U><?color><?param 024E,024E,024E>you<?/color></U></B> are wrong to buy
from them. It's wrong to shop at a predatory retailer that screws its workers
and its suppliers. Once you know exactly how Wal-Mart is able to sell you four
water glasses for a dollar, it is morally reprehensible to choose to benefit
from the misery of others. When you shop at Wal-Mart, you and your dollar
bills are saying "F**k those Chinese child workers" or "My American pocketbook
is more important than your Honduran civil rights." We are what we buy, and I
don't buy abuse. And here's a hot one for you, Donovan/Gary/Jeff/Dale Courtney
-- I don't think you should have the unfettered right to buy abuse either. Pat
Kraut believe George Bush has the right to wiretap without a warrant; I
believe that I have the right to trample on your stinkin' buying power.
<BR><BR>Wal-Mart sells 60,000 products? Hoo-ray. What percentage of those are
cheap-assed versions of better things available at better stores? What
percentage are things you could get for even less at Goodwill? I'm not buying
a toy for my kid that's made by a kid even younger than my kid. You catch my
drift? I'd rather buy less, shop less, and own less than consume on the backs
of pennies-a-day foreign labor. And, what's more, I'm willing to step out to
the very edge of my swaying limb and say, "Not in my backyard, Donovan. Go buy
your cheap shit in Pullman, Gary. Take the Wheatland Express, Jeff Harkins.
Ride your bike, Dale Courtney. Hoof it, the lot of you." I don't give a
monkey's brasses if that inconveniences any or all of you. Why? Because the
free market be damned; I don't want to look at a 200,000-square foot store
squatting on a piece of ex-farm land adjacent to the Latah Trail, directly
across from the Moscow Cemetery, and that will obstruct my view of Paradise
Ridge. Call me selfish. I'll agree; I am.<BR><BR>I guess this polemic makes me
the un-Bruce. Oh, well. Bruce is always reasonable; I'm often not. I got a
good look at a Wal-Mart Supercenter in that hideous collection of strip malls
they call the Tri-Cities. It was a giant carbuncle of a building, an ugly
behemoth, a complete and utter bastard. I don't want one of those beasts here
in Moscow. The contrast between that . . . thing . . . and downtown Portland,
or our own beautiful and lively downtown, couldn't be more striking. Let
others make the reasonable arguments. I've given up. >From now on, I'm
going for the gut. Keep that hell-hole out of my town. Keep its crap products
and its cheap prices and its tire and lube center away from the Troy Highway
and way the hell away from me. Go find somewhere else to wreck. Moscow's too
good for a Super Wal-Mart. Way too good.<BR><BR>BTW, you can hop right on that
last sentence, Jeff Harkins, because I mean it to be both absolutist and
elitist. That's what keeps me (unlike Donovan) off the Pepcid AC. Hot
dog!<BR><BR>
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