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Monday, July 7, 2008

Summons To Jury Duty Leads Northeast Tacoma Artist To Budding Career As Author

Above: A thread-wrapped core provides the base for the design of a Japanese temari ball which will be wrapped by Northeast Tacoma artist Kathleen Hewitt. All photos copyright 2008 by Mizu Sugimura.


"One of the great joys in life is creativity. Information goes in, gets shuffled about and comes out in new and interesting ways."- Peter McWilliams.

In the last year I have had the pleasure of becoming more familiar with one of my neighbors, Temari artist Kathleen M. Hewitt, who hails from Northeast Tacoma a few miles from Federal Way and just across the King-Pierce county line.

It is hard to believe that until a decade ago, Hewitt had absolutely no prior exposure, interest or background in most anything having to do with Asian culture. Certainly not in the area of the traditional native Japanese crafts of which she has since built a strong local foundation.

Firthermore, Hewitt is scheduled to make a national debut as co-author of the forthcoming fully illustrated book Japanese Kimekomi - Fast, Fun and Fabulous Fabric Handballs (Breckling Press, August 2008.)

Hewitt, who teamed with North Carolina resident and nationally known Temari artist and author Barbara B. Suess on the new reference, which introduces kimekomi (an equally related art and tradition) to new audiences of American crafters.

However, it is her growing reputation and expertise as a teacher of Temari locally at Tacoma's Krazy Kat Fiberhaus and Lakewood's Shibori Dragon which may be of immediate interest as her introduction to the art came about totally and unexpectedly by accident!

Left: Kathleen M. Hewitt

If Hewitt had not received and responded to courthouse summons to participate in a jury pool in Pierce County about nine years ago, there would be no reason to be writing this blog about her soon-to-be launched career as an author and the world of temari might have never had the good fortune to hear of Hewitt's name.

And it was apparently Hewitt's destiny to be sitting across the room from a fellow county resident and prospective juror who had brought a small craft project into the jury waiting room along with her to keep hands busy and mind occupied.

Hewitt's curiosity built as the day went by about the craft project that was taking shape in the capable hands of the woman across the room. Finally, Hewitt recalls that she simply could not stand it anymore. She rose from her seat, put aside the hefty novel she had brought to ease the wait and crossed space between herself and the other juror to inquire as to just what the juror was making.
Right: The core of a temari ball starts with a thin nylon sock shell stuffed with rice hulls.

These few steps began Hewitt's journey into what was up until that day a totally alien and unfamiliar area of the art and craft universe. In recent years, Hewitt's desire to learn more about Temari include becoming more familiar with the land and culture from whence the art sprung including the possibilities of a trip to Japan some day in the future.

A few of Hewitt's own temari balls are featured here in this blog. Her interest in temari has taken her to study with teachers at workshops and conferences around the nation. Hewitt's own website serves as a good introduction for those who may be interested in taking a look at the art of making temari balls.

In addition to the aforementioned book, the website of co-author Barbara Seuss lists among Hewitt's other talents as a designer and inventor crediting her with the design of several lovely pieces of temari ball themed jewelry as well what is described as a retractable holder for identification badges, scissors, etc. quite popular with crafters by the catchy name of a black zinger!

Below: A sampling of some of the hundreds of temari balls Hewitt has created over the span of almost a decade.






Sunday, July 6, 2008

The Sound of Silence


Lorraine’s comment about people being frightened of silence has been rolling around in my noggin ever since she commented on my “Hang Up and Drive” post. Is it part of the human condition that we feel the need for constant buzz in the ear or is it a result of the Industrial/Technological Revolution?

Because our modern lives are filled with so much noise, silence can be unnerving. It emphasizes our loneliness, regardless how transitory, and turns our focus to our inner demons or thoughts that prey upon our mind. The noise tends to cancel out that sort of thing whereas silence can make us edgy and even seem malevolent. Silence is even referred to as “dead.”

I was reminded again of Lorraine’s comment this morning as I was shopping. It is not enough that people feel the need to have the television on at home, the radio on in the car or to be yakking on the cell phone, they need to be entertained while shopping. While strolling through Goodwill in Gig Harbor this morning the staff seemed to be having difficulty getting the radio on station or the needle in the groove (do I date myself?) and it started to drive me crazy. Compared to the snap, crackle and pop of their audio system, the silence truly seemed golden. I wanted to scream, “It’s okay, I can take the silence!”

Why is it that we can’t stand the silence? Why do we feel the need to be constantly distracted from what we’re doing? I am as guilty as the next person feeling the constant need to have the radio on. In case of a storm it is even more important to me to have a battery operated radio going. Is this some Cold War hold over from the fear of being the last person alive in the world or am I just unhappy with whom I am alone with in the silence?

Does silence frighten you?

Saturday, July 5, 2008

I Literally Tasted Tacoma July 4th




After a breezy, easy July 4th morning, the family and I headed to the water for some crabbing, Tall Ships viewing, and air show fun. After carefully navigating our boat away from the crowded dock, we entered the busy and bustling Foss Waterway. Seeing the Tall Ships from this vantage was pretty cool. They are, well, up close, tall ships (duh). But what I enjoyed the most was the vibrancy of Grit City and her people, swirling about festively on land and sea.

We dropped our crab pot near the end of Foss Waterway and motored off to find a good spot to view the Freedom Fair air show. We just cut the engine and bobbed in the bay getting pitched in the breeze and the wakes of other water crafts. The spectacularly loud and dynamic airplanes dazzled us with their tricks, dips, and loops in the sky. But the best part was our screaming. We screamed and shouted with glee, as loud as we wanted, whenever the planes buzzed over the top of our tiny boat.

The squealing and screaming took on an even more frenetic pace as my husband kicked up the motor for a little joy ride around Northeast Tacoma post air show extravaganza. Because the wind had picked up even more, we were taking on sea spray that was threatening to soak us. That’s when my husband saw a big spray coming and ducked. I took a huge stream of water in the mouth and up the nose, drenching my hair and sunglasses during mid-joy ride scream. A literal taste of Tacoma! Ah, it’s good for me and it’ll make me stronger, I thought, (in the middle of laughing so hard I was crying).

We made our way back to the crab pot after retrieving my husband’s flying baseball cap from the bay. We got a beautiful crabby haul only after a short soak.

However, this proved to be the most expensive crab in the world.

When we got home, we were dealing with cooking the crab, when the stove caught on fire.

Fortunately, it was small, our stove was old and on it’s last legs. So hubby dealt with the mess and the dead stove, while I hightailed to Joe’s Sports in Lakewood to “invest” in a propane burner with a 30 gallon cook pot to do the crab outside.

(Fast forward to today—so with the outdoor cooking gear and purchasing a new range at Sears, it’s the most expensive holiday crab in the world).

Aw, but we didn’t let the dead stove and the lost Benjamins get us down.

With bellies full of crab, we hightailed to the North End of Tacoma for fireworks (we are blessed with friends in Old Town with a great deck for viewing). It was spectacular and I loved it when a very drunk guy kept screaming, “I LOVE AMERICA—WOO HOO!” after practically every blast. I suspect the poor soul has no voice left today.

Post fireworks, we made our way out of the zoo of the North End of town and the throngs of people by using random narrow side streets to get back to University Place, which was winding down it’s World War III BOOM-BOOM-BLAST-KAPOW atmosphere, where fireworks are legal.

Tacoma, you tasted pretty good this year!

A Thank You...A Request.


My daughter, Anna Willo, at age 2. She's now nearly 28 and a ten-year veteran of Lyme disease. For every painful experience she has gone through, she says, "I do this for the next person coming."






You can't imagine the gratitude I feel this morning. There on page A5 of our Tacoma News Tribune was the headline, "Lyme disease mystery might have been solved," by Delthia Ricks of New York's Newsday. I know you can relate to the feeling of this being our newspaper and a major connection to our family's story. We already knew about the breakthrough (new research findings are shared quickly in the Lyme community, worldwide) and know that this is only one clue in a complex mystery of vector-borne diseases. That having been said, the research field getting pried open and public focus given to this very real and present plague is manna to us...and the thousands of other families fighting for recognition and relief.

Today my hat's off to you, Tacoma News Tribune, and I thank you from the bottom of a mother's heart.

Now...
I'd like to ask, here in front of my neighbours and on my knees (scenery-chewing, I know...but a spotlight's a spotlight!) for you to send a reporter to the private screening of "Under Our Skin" at the Harvard exit Landmark Theatre (tickets available at the theatre) on Thursday, July 24th. at 7p.m. Meet with some of the members of our Washington chronic Lyme community...the community that is invisible to the Infectious Disease Society of America.

If you don't think this is political, let me share something with you. A few weeks ago, my daughter showed me the Wickipedia (yeah, the People's Encyclopedia) page on Lyme and we were both really impressed with the work that had been done to give real information to those bitten and searching for help. There was balanced information between First Stage Lyme (an easier fix) and Tertiary or Third-Stage (chronic) Lyme.* Two days ago we went there again. Now it has been completely edited to the IDSA misinformation.

* (My daughter belongs in this latter, chronic group, which the IDSA declares doesn't exist.)

One example:
IDSA says the bullseye rash appears at least 80% of the time...and gives a narrow definition of the rash.
Truth is at least half of those bitten never saw a tick or a rash. Rashes can be non-existent, hidden (like on the scalp) or appear as bruises in those of darker skin tones.

Any real information begins to get lost now in technical language that would stop a healthy brain, let alone a brain with a bacterial inhabitant. A freeze has been put on editing and contributers to the page have been banned from Wickipedia.

The IDSA fails to mention, in its announcement of a new upcoming public review of their Lyme Guidelines, that this was an agreement to forestall a criminal investigation into financial misdeeds, arranged in a plea-bargain agreement with the Connecticut State Attorney General's Office.

Investigative reporters, I don't want you to believe me. I'm just a regular mum, in a foxhole with my daughter. There is a Pulitzer Prize-winning story wrapped-up in the "Lyme Wars" waiting for the reporter who goes beyond the sticky-tape of the IDSA's self-awarded seal of authority. The International Lyme and Associated Diseases Society's (ILADS) experts are also represented in this film, "Under Our Skin." Families who suffer have waited desperately for this movie to come out, to speak for them in a public arena. Some have died while waiting for you.

I dedicate this post to Rose, who died from chronic Lyme, April 18th., 2007.
Rest in peace Rose, the movie's out.

Let Freedom Ring: American Lake 4th of July


Family and friends celebrated the 4th of July with hours of fireworks following a leisurely feast catered by Famous Dave's BBQ. Let freedom ring!




Thursday, July 3, 2008

Have a safe and wonderful July 4th.

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed sunset-gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon hand
Glows world-wide welcome, her mild eyes command
The abridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she,
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore;
Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

Emma Lazarus, 1883

THE FOURTH OF JULY--- FREDERICK DOUGLASS: REFLECTION ON RACE AND OUR COUNTRY TODAY

THURSDAY, JULY 4, 2008

JJ: you touched the other side of me. The one I am trying to keep to myself and share only with very close friends in those moments when we trust one another and have the energy to look at the underbelly of our country. Even then, I am most uncomfortable admitting to myself and others that self-hate, fear, and resentment of anyone who differs from us in skin color, religion, economic class, and sexual orientation still divide us.

The story you pointed us to in your comment led me to choose to invite our readers to consider that which divides us... always knowing that we can make the choice to reach out to each other, listen to, learn from, and join with each other in creating a space where every human being will feel respected and supported. Thanks, Stephanie...
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EmeraldPrincessOnline said...
Yes, indeed. We've come a long way, but there remain some rough spots.Did you read the story from Houston that was in the news yesterday? It was a headline-grabbing horror story about a murder victim. She was a white woman (whose hands and head had also been severed) who was dumped like garbage more than a year ago and remains unidentified. Authorities wanted to bury her, but the town's only cemetery is all black, so people complained. Then the coroner's office transferred the arrangements to a white cemetery and that brought up further protests while her remains lie in limbo and as yet unclaimed and unidentifiable. Copy and paste the following link into your browser to read the details, if you missed it; it is quite a sad story -- even though we have come this far. http://edition.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/07/02/burial.dispute.ap/index.html?iref=24hours
July 3, 2008 2:06 PM


Here is where our readers can find the article about which you wrote:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/07/02/burial.dispute.ap/index.html?iref=newssearch

Here is the title of the article and highlights from the story
Murder victim's burial stirs racial tension

Story Highlights
Unidentified murder victim would be first white buried in black cemetery
Officials in Waller County, Texas, balk at paying for funeral
Black minister files federal lawsuit after officials hire white funeral home
Meanwhile, the woman's murder remains unsolved

Please note I am not looking for sympathy... nor am I trying to cause discomfort...
just KEEPING THE CONVERSATION REAL

I invite you to share your hurts, hopes, and dreams for the Fourth


Here is a presentation of Frederick Douglass' Fourth of July Speech