Peace Hugs

Kate Anne, communikating on multi-levels -- personal and political, as well as for peace, justice and nonviolence

Friday, July 29, 2005

Where has this month gone?

What happened to the "lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer"? I've been busy for peace and justice -- and doing some training to lobby for paper ballots with precinct counted electronic scanners -- I've got to write up my notes -- in my spare time -- but in the meantime all are welcome to see Teresa Hommel's website Where's the Paper for her info, ideas and links.

My son Michael Dylan is coming for a whirlwind visit this weekend. AND I hope to be down at Saturday's NYC's Union Square noon-two pm peace vigil (North side of park by Lincoln statue). (As Kate rhymes with "late" and I try to do too much since so much needs done, I can never fully count on myself, except when it is something I am heading up.)

For fun I am reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince -- neat! And I am listening to way too much political podcasting on my iPod and not enough music. That must change to keep me "peaceful Kate Anne" -- but now I must go to work for the last day of this month's billing cycle.

Peace hugs,
Kate Anne

Thursday, July 14, 2005

Blissfull Kate Anne

Took advantage of Dorothy Morehead's prix fixe at Bliss, corner of Skillman and 46th-Bliss Street. Dorothy joined Joan and me as we thoroughly enjoyed our scrumptious food. Mine was spinach salad with goat cheese and onion strings, cold poached salmon with micro arugula greens over lentil salad with this terrific sauce: oh yum but I need to walk and walk and walk. Dare I admit I had the molten chocolate cake dessert? Dorothy says I cannot use the "c" word. Suffice it to say that I am blissfull and feel like I have been blessed by the luck of the Irish. (Neighbors -- the prix fixe is available right now on Tuesdays through Thursdays. You, too, can get blessed -- or perhaps I should say get blissed!)

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

Peaceful Kate Anne

Just in case you curious about me and don't feel like jumping to the about me section of, here's a little picture.

"Rove Guilty of Treason"

The newspapers are finally starting to illuminate the issue -- Rove exposed a CIA operative -- but haven't come out to frame it correctly and demand justice: Karl Rove is guilty of treason for outing Joe Wilson's wife Valerie Plame, probably to get even with someone for daring to question Bush's lies. For a good rundown of the whole story, check out Matt Baldwin's posting at

Thursday, July 07, 2005

From Beauty in Brooklyn to Blood in London

Last night I walked along Brooklyn's Seventh Avenue with my friend Shubh Mathur, both of us enjoying the beautiful clean breezy evening, the street lights playing on the neighborhood scene, and the aftermath of a wonderful dinner at Thai Rice Kitchen. Shubh is happy to be leaving NYC and beginning a new chapter of her life as a teacher at New London's Connecticut College. What happened in old London this morning probably only makes her more eager to depart big city life, however charming Brooklyn can be.

News is still breaking but old memories of September 11th horrors return. God, "when will we ever learn, when will we ever learn"? Air America Radio has just cut away to Bush talking about human rights and human liberty and caring deeply and about people killing innocent people and about how he believes in compassion. Oh, God -- he doesn't see the irony in his words. He's killed at least 25,000 Iraqis directly in military actions, wrecked their infrastructure and spewed depleted uranium, with its ensuing health problems and birth defects, all over their county. London suffers. New York has suffered. But the innocents of Iraq, who had nothing to do with 9/11 and who did not have weapons of mass destruction (and Bush knew, he knew -- see the Downing Street Minutes a/k/a Memo and related material) have suffered, and are suffering, and will suffer. Did we truly expect that the perpetrators of unprovoked violence (I mean "us" -- US and Britain) to remain unscathed? Please. It is the vicious cycle of violence, the chicken hawks coming home to roost. That does not excuse the violence, the killing, the destruction, the terrible hurt in London. It explains it. Or begins to explain it.

The odd irony in my life is that I work with ex-FBI and ex-CIA in my corporate existence. Ex-CIA agent Norb admired my "No War on Iraq" button so many months ago and, reminding me that he had worked in the Middle East, told me that he agreed with it and that he couldn't sleep just contemplating a war in Iraq. To paraphrase him, "I know the Middle East minds. If you think that bombing Afghanistan was a recruitment tool for Osama bin Laden -- and it was, I don't want to even think what will happen if we go into Iraq." I gave him my button. But the war began. And the vicious cycle of violence continues.

"Those responsible have no respect for human life," Tony Blair said minutes ago. But we do? Iraqi lives are human lives. Palestinian lives are human lives. American lives are human lives. English lives are human lives. Israeli lives are human lives. Enough. Indeed, too much. "An eye for an eye makes everybody blind." Oh, God help us to remember what Thomas Merton said, "The God of Peace is never glorified by human violence." Whoever the perpetrator, it is wrong, wrong, wrong.

Now, more than ever, truly, we need....

Peace hugs,
Kate Anne

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

When one isn't enough

Love being Kate Anne FOR peace, justice and nonviolence -- but sometimes I want to expand the peace hugs to more independent and/or partisan politics or give a warm fuzzy hug to friends and family. Maybe I just want to rant on at length at being Leftist Mother. Maybe I just want another choice, a different voice. One thing for sure, I want peace. I want justice. I want a safer, nonviolent world -- as much as possible. And I want to communikate and feed body, mind and spirit - mine and everybody's. Guess that is several things -- but who is counting? Blessings -- and, of course...

Peace hugs,
Kate Anne