Remembering Buckminster Fuller

Remembering Bucky Fuller


Image           It was 1957, my sophomore year at Southern Illinois University. Buckminster Fuller took up residence at Carbondale on invitation from the design department. We were told not to worry about the hours-long lectures he was known for. He had a kidney problem and would need to use the restroom frequently. It did not work out that way.

            He was a stocky little guy with glasses that seemed inches thick, secured by rubber bands around the back side of his head. His belt was hidden underneath A bay window that would melt away in later years. I liked him at once, we all did. Bucky was without pretension, smiling, energetic, eager to begin. He stood before a blackboard with a box of colored chalks and spoke three hours nonstop that first day . . . stream of consciousness. His subjects orbited around us, sometimes three or four at once…

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Painful Realities


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Miller – On turning Eighty

Only 200 copies of Miller’s 1972 chapbook On Turning Eighty were published. Published by Capra Press, in collaboration with Yes! Press, it was the first volume of the “Yes! Capra” chapbook series and is 34 pages in length.[53] The book contains three essays on topics such as aging and living a meaningful life. In relation to reaching 80 years of age, Miller explains:

If at eighty you’re not a cripple or an invalid, if you have your health, if you still enjoy a good walk, a good meal (with all the trimmings), if you can sleep without first taking a pill, if birds and flowers, mountains and sea still inspire you, you are a most fortunate individual and you should get down on your knees morning and night and thank the good Lord for his savin’ and keepin’ power.[5

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Postcard from Ellie – August 2018

Well, I have to tell you, in case you were worried. We made it to Finland. Mio and I had our first boat ride, a long one—about 13 hours I think. (I don’t wear a watch. I’m not into useless jewelry, but I do have an expensive collar, and some winter shoes in the closet.)

I must tell you, neither Mio or me pooped on the whole boat trip.  I am so proud, and it wasn’t easy. Oi! There was a place to poop on the ship, they call it the poop deck. I think most ships have them, or they used to. I don’t like bathrooms. They seem so unsanitary.

Here’s the best thing, I won 1st Place. Best Bitch! That is so cool. My first International. I am totally pumped, and Mio got a best junior ribbon. He is still young, but I’m helping him along.

It’s time for bed, and another contest tomorrow. Lighting does not often strike twice, but I don’t care. I am a happy hound. Best Bitch, I love it. Music to my ears. The tune does not grow old with reputation.

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Online Talk is Cheap

Taken from: Trust Psychology – Nautilus Nov/Dec 2017

“Totalitarian societies know the power of common knowledge very well. When the Institute for Quantitative Social Science reveres-engineered the Internet censorship practiced by the Chinese government, they found that the government cared less about insults and criticisms than one might expect. What it censored aggressively were social media posts making plans to meet in person. Online talk is cheap; but face-to-face people can build common knowledge.”

Stuart Firestein

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Postcard from Ellie – July 2018

Mio and I are hyping up for the Finland contest. This weekend we did a show in Sweden. And it rained! Can you believe it? I can’t remember the last time it rained here. Last year maybe . . . months.

Whatever. I’m happy for the farmers and firefighters in Sweden. But I have to say I hate competing in the rain. I look like a wet mop, but mom and I went through it. My performance was perfect but we both got soaked. I lost all my natural curls and my fur went into a slump.

Judge said nice things about me: Friendly, nice back, well aligned, good bones, etc. Then he said I had 3rd place. I don’t do third place. Maybe it’s not that bad, being a rainy day and all. Mio did better than me, but I’ll him tell you about it if he wants to.

The big show’s coming up. The International, in Finland. There will be lots of foreign dogs, but I expect we all speak Barkish. It’s the humans that worry me. Sweden attacked Finland once-or was it Finland that attacked? Probably more than once. In any case there might be ancient memories. And the laws are scary. If you come in without the right passports and shot records they throw you in jail for 30 days quarantine, and no way out.

I’m pretty excited about it. Quest into the unknown.


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