“Cornithaca County” applies the cherished counselings of compassion and human worth to the thoughts and actions of today’s inflexible Doctrine — and the result?
A Satirical – Teaching – Thinking – Investigative – Activity – Game – Puzzle – Poem – Essay – Troublesome – Inspiring – Non-Conforming – Ranting – Embarrassing – Inexcusable – book.
“Bigotry: The Musical” songbook
5 board games; including “Users & Losers” and Farm-cheesi – The “Game of Flies”
“Fake the Lake” – polluter card game
“Pin the Tail on the Media” and “Undercover Party” games
Fables, Mazes, Essays, Sing-a-longs, Posters, and much, much, more
Color 8.5” x 11” 318 pages
I have no idea what is happening – it’s like throwing pennies off a bridge. I just can’t get comfortable – it seems like the only thing that connects my life and art together is pain – it’s painful when I put them together – and more painful when I pull them apart. In 2007 I quit straddling the pain, quit my job, and moved to a rural studio in New York State. I work on creative projects, work on my life, and work on the day-to-day necessities of existence. No cell phone, no social media, no networking. But as I work on the books displayed on this author’s page; I feel another kind of pain — the pain of not working on something else: my printmaking and drawing are being neglected, my poetry output is a dripping faucet, and it looks like I’ll be telling NYFA that the Idea Enhancement Project just added another year to its timeline. When I read what I’ve just written; it’s as true as anything I can think of — but then so is the opposite: I need to process everything that happens . . .
September 8, 2021
Once upon a time there was a Food Pantry Administrator who used to deposit all the grant money into a special bank account; and every week he used to log in and gloat over the balance. A thief, who was aware of this account, stole the password and emptied the account. When the Administrator next came to gloat over his balance, he found nothing but the empty account. He tore his hair, and raised such an outcry that all the volunteers came around him, and he told them how he used to log in to check the account every week. "Did you ever take any of it out?" asked one of them. • "Of course not," said he, "I only logged in to look at the balance." • "Then log in again and look at the empty account," said the volunteer; "it will do the hungry just as much good." •• Charitable gifts undisposed might as well not exist.