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February 2001


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We Hope To See You At Our Next Celebration

Sunday February 11
4-9 PM
Carl and Lida Sloanís

For directions: Please phone Bob Olson at (425) 747-3879.

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Art Sharing
Sunday, January 7 , 2001

Roberta Gregory showed Issue 33 of Naughty Bits and read a story by Saki. Bruce Taylor announced that he has been invited to be in the 17th edition of International Authors and Writer Who's Who. He read poetry. Mike Monroe showed some landscape slides. Larry Lewis made an announcement of upcoming classes. Ben Miller brought us up-to-date on Pantarbe.com. (Now it is easier to get to FOKUS Newsletters on this web site.) Todd Christoffel presented three new songs and one of his oldies. Pippen Sardo enjoyed the presentations greatly.

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Other Stuff

Bruce Taylor will be listed in the 17th edition of The International Authors and Writers Who's Who.

Roberta Gregory has been listed in Time.com as one of the top comic book artists in the U.S.

Bob Olson has been selected for the Marquis 2002 edition of Who's Who in America. Bob was selected for their book Who's Who in the West in 1978 & 1979 for helping initiate standards for school counseling in the states of Illinois and Washington.

At 7:00 PM on February 2 & 9 Don't Ask will be performing at Starbucks in Issaquah and 9:00 to midnight on February 3 at Hopvine on Capital Hill.

Upcoming FOKUS meetings:

  • March 4th, Bruce Taylorís,
  • March 31 - April 1, FOKUS Retreat at Bob & Seikoís ocean-front home in Ocean Shores.
  • May 5 - 6, Bush House in Index (to be confirmed)

    If you want to advertise something your are doing in our newsletter please call Bob or Bruce. This is an excellent free bulletin board for your announcements.

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    Bruce Taylor's Editorial: The Future is Here?

    In the year 1555, Nostradamus was supposed to have said:
    "At the turn of the millenium
    A house of great power
    Will choose the village idiot
    As their leader."

    Well, I don't have the book of Nostradamus's Greatest Hits in front of me: this quote came off the Internet and was taped to a cupboard in the nursing station where I've toild lo, these many years. I don't know if Mr. Nostradamus really said this, but if he did, well, quite a predictor of events, this fellow. Gotta say though, it's pretty hard to predict the future, except, of course, in this case. We're going to hear, however, a lot of hoopla (already we're hearing it) about the movie version of 2001 and the real thing, and all that didn't happen.

    A lot of the stuff that did happen (in the past) caught almost everyone totally off guard: the Vietnam War, AIDS, the collapse of the Soviet Union, global warming, personal computers, the Internet -- but probably nowhere have we discovered so much and realized how wrong we were about so much -- when it comes to astronomy. After the movie 2001 came out, we went to the moon, sent the Magellan Probe around Venus and, through its radar, discovered the planet to be an inferno of sulfuric acid rain with temperatures of 840 degrees F. and a landscape profoundly altered by catastrophic volcanism. Mars turned out to be water-carved with the possibility of life still lurking somewhere in the water-soaked crust. Also Mars boasts the highest volcano in our solar system -- 83,000 feet, and the deepest canyon so far discovered -- the Valles Marinaris, 3000 miles long, 500 miles wide and 31,000 feet deep, the bottom of which may have enough air pressure for water to exist in liquid form. We've discovered the indications of a 100-mile deep ocean covered by ten miles of ice on Europa, a moon of Jupiter. Another moon of Jupiter, Io, is currently the most active volcanic body in our solar system, blowing its guts out every few days. Right now a probe, Cassini, is on its way to Saturn, and while there, it will send another probe to Titan, the largest moon in the system with a smog-hazed atmosphere 50% more dense than Earth's with evidence of organiz compounds in this atmosphere.

    Yikes! That's just the current stuff that's happened and is happening in astronomy since 1968, not to mention stuff like: the mapping of the human genome, cloning, solving the riddle about how the dinosaurs died, sea life around volcanic vents in the ocean -- life that absorbs minerals for food right from the outgassing of vents, the investigation of animal intelligence. Wow! What we thought would happen and what really happened as we enter the year 2001 is quite remarkable.

    But -- that is always the way it is, isn't it? Have we been cheated because 2001 isn't like Arthur C. Clark imagined? Are we cheated because, turning to the subject of Art, our art isn't turning out like we thought it would? Are we cheated because our lives may be different than we thought? No, because, as I've said so many times, "We can't know the future." We can only move in the direction of our passion and see what manifests. How else to live life, aside from having hope and compassion for ourselves and for others? I don't know, but I do know this: without our passion driving us, the future will come anyway, and we may not like the results if we lived without passion. That is a life I care not to live -- one isn which you end up regretting what might have been, even if it isn't exactly what you wanted. In the case of 2001, a future now present without HAL (the psychotic computer), lunar bases, the Monolith and -- Pan Am. (However, we did get George W. Bush -- evil clone to HAL?)

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    A Short Story By Paul Moore:
    The Bubble Gum Contest

        The fourth grade classroom was blubbling over with excitement.
        It was the blow-out of the year.
        Bubble-gum was passed out freely.
        On top of Mrs. Weatherspoon's desk stood three beautiful trophies.
        One was sure to be mine.
        The event was taking place in the center of the room -- center stage for all to see.
        Bubble blowers who had already popped wer joining the ranks as judges and spectators for those who had not.
        Sure, Mom had told us not to chew bubble gum -- but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt either one of us.
        Jimmy Jossenberg, the classroom's candy junky, received cheers from fellow classmates as the third bubble burst -- placing hiim in a title position. He was hear saying, "I've got to have it!"
        Billy Bad Ass Benson was one to be feared for his fists first -- but his bubble gum blowing was legendary in the league of classroom blowers.

        Carrying my trophy in my right hand, and homework in the other, I climbed the steps of the yellow bus distinguished, yet humble with pride.
        All eyes were on me, the moment was mine, a feeling of joy I felt inside.
        The story was told throughout the ride. "Screw" humble, this was "pride." My bubble was so grand, it could not be denied.
        The contest really came down to the second place trophy between Jimmy Jossenberg and Billy Bad Ass Benson, with Billy barely besting him.
        I ran off the bus and into the house when Mom says to me, "Son, what do you have there?"
        My trophy was in her hands, her eyes reading the little golden letters on the black-faced plate.

    1st Prize

        "Yes!" I proclaimed, "The spoils are mine! 1st Prize! Victorious! I even beat Billy Bad Ass."
        Well the stinging on my left side fo my face told me she was not going to be part of my glee club.
        Father blistered my butt with his belt, and the matter was forgotten until now.
        I can honestly say, "Winning a first place trophy in a bubble-gum contest wasn't the fondest memory it could have been -- but, still it was better than a clipper-nicked ear in a hari cut you don't want."

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    A Poem By Sherwood Kavay Knight

    Twilight Grey

    I watched the passing hours dress themselves
    in robes of twilight grey, and sit here pale
    and powerless to hald the ending of the day.

    A bitter tale it seems to me who thought
    my lessons fully learned. To open wounds I
    deemed to be unfairly dealt, not truly earned.

    But tomorrow we begin again to open veins
    for words to say enlightenment through common
    pain dressed in robes of twilight grey.

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    Last updated:  February 4, 2001