Full Up

 So much to write about today. Market was so cold, then so hot, then so cold. I really really miss summer. And I miss tourists! There were some, but the less-than-full market rewarded at least me with dismal sales. But I did have the usual amount of inspiring, super-enjoyable conversations and so much laughter and food and reasons for joy. If you haven't tried the Basque cheesecake at Aida foods at the farmers' market, sure it isn't Dana's but it helps. And the Hedge Witch on our west block (usually) has shortbread cookies that are divine. Plus we have the new breads and treats from Huggen Kiss Bakery who always has a crowd. Dang, I just realized that my new pledge means I can't say any of their names either. I knew there was some mistake in making a concession. (I'll be sure to tell you if you ask me in person.)

One of the benefits of these emptier markets is that the shy people feel safer to engage. I have some customers and friends who won't come around when they see I am busy selling, which is of course respectful and proper, but I am always there to do a lot more than sell crafts. All of us are. Beth regularly reminded us and wrote essays on the subject of us being more than a market. The community gathering at the center of town carries a weight and gravity of its own and after this long, lives on its own terms. We are an agent of part of it, but not the whole, and not that important to a lot of people. I don't want the No Kings march to protect my income...I want it to protect my country and its people!  

When people don't have money, they are still welcome to come and see the entertainments, busking, and random things like the people with the pet possum who bought it a little tie-dyed shirt. I guess that member has a lot of stories about items sold to people who were buying them for unconventional purposes. Made me want to repost this odd photo from the archives. Yes, this happened. In the 70s. 

I want people to just come and visit, walk through, whatever they want to do. Play chess on the lawn, sing to me, show off your body art, come ask the sewists what to do with your reclaimed fabric from Aunt Lud. Whatever you want to do! It is your space too. 

Since a community gathering place was new, so many  people always came down for so many reasons. We've had every kind of animal I think, and still see parrots and lizards and kitties in strollers and all the kinds of dogs, and so, so many different and fascinating people. And this has continued to happen weekly for thousands of weeks now (30 x 57, roughly...more really since we used to sell in December there too.)

I always say that it is still different every week for me, always delightful in some ways, perplexing in others, and sometimes it takes awhile to process things. 

Like, someone told me no one believes what they heard about me. Why did I not ask them what that was? I know some of the things that have been said, and from observation of how it worked with others, I can certainly fill in some of the blanks.

Several women I know of a certain age were said to be doing things that indicated they were acting from some type of mental illness...they said unintelligible things,  had irritating habits, were irrational, or just spewing negativity like me. They sometimes needed help as has been offered, in setting up or moving things, but that help had a limit on it. 

Some people pay for help, and that's an option if I am disabled, like I was when I broke my wrist. I declined that help and just took October off (sadly, because it was probably the sunniest and busiest October ever) but there are lots of ways to ameliorate aging or disability or curtailing of membership and those things are now part of my plans. But I directly witnessed these personal attacks and it took me awhile to see that pattern and even longer to see it applied to me. It is presented as an endearing story, like the time I took a suitcase left on the sidewalk to the corner, not knowing the person had made threats about it. Fortunately it wasn't a bomb, but this continues to be used as a dig that portrays me as naive and gullible. Hey, I am, but you don't have to spread that. I am also smart, savvy and informed and educated. And good at pattern recognition! 

I'll repeat that no official actions have been taken against me, but the beatings will continue until morale improves, as narcissists always have to win, and bullying is a beast.

Bullies and narcissists isolate their victims, so they will be discouraged and embarrassed and won't seek help, but I sought plenty of help this week and I'm standing strong. I'm not the only person being bullied, and the pattern matters, with many people in our community trained to see patterns and even to act on them. Using the organization to bully is particularly egregious, so anyone doing that should think again. We are a mutual benefit nonprofit for the benefit of members...so we will stand up for each other (theoretically) if we are actually finding the facts and not a lot of confusing gaslighting and false narratives. As I've said, I tell the truth, so maybe other people are lying. Always a possibility. Consider your sources if you are hearing things about me...come ask me! I am approachable unless you have bullied me before, and maybe even then. I did develop a no-contact policy for people who bully me, so I may decline to speak to you, but then again, depends on your approach.

Don't violate my boundaries. I've been clear about them. I require professional, formal communications from my organization regarding my business and livelihood. Still waiting on those. Even the NoC did not come in the form it was supposed to, and while I tried to get out ahead of it with a letter to the committee, that didn't help me and I won't do that again. Over-explaining is one defense tactic bullied people often engage in, but it doesn't work, just provides the bully with more fuel. I reacted out of the stress, as it was calculated that I would do, right before OCF. My personal bully knows all about how to get to me. I put it all in here, since being vulnerable is part of my plan as a writer! They say you sit down at the keyboard and open a vein. I do that but didn't realize it would bring me more than I expected. Yup, naive. 

And again, if people haven't learned in the last few years, with all of the available information about these patterns, stand with the victims. If you are wrong, you can always shift your alliance, but first honor the oppressed person and look for the evidence. DARVO, in which bullies play the victim themselves, is a huge weapon used in these patterns, because a liar and manipulator finds it easy to do, and is usually skilled. Real victims often struggle through intimidation and fear, and don't know who to trust. But they will tell the truth if they feel safe. So help them feel safe. Stand next to them! 

Like for instance, people who have always greeted me in friendly ways didn't yesterday. So can I trust them to uphold my constitutional rights? Am I safe with them? The number of people I feel safe about at the market went down radically. Most of them were not there yesterday, but there is another factor in play...guilt by association. If I am being accused of something, that somehow extends to everyone I am seen talking to, which in any given Saturday is in the dozens to hundreds. 

So friends become reluctant to engage, just in case. Being isolated in the public square is particularly painful. I see some people new to town who don't know how lonely they look to me...because I have been there. I try to smile at everyone. I belong there. I have earned everything I gain from the  market through my hard work and dedication to the common good. So ask yourself who you are listening to, and what their motivations might be. Broaden your perspective. 

In response to what is going on, I checked my copy of the Bill of Rights. Sorry, USA, not that helpful. However, the Universal Declaration of Human Rights is packed with articles and statements that I can use in my defense in the event of the legal actions that I was threatened with. I think I would win even if I wrote my defense myself. However, if any of my lawyer friends want to give me some guidance, I would be happy to listen. I was hoping a couple might stop by yesterday, but mostly I just had my market friends to commiserate with, some of whom are in the same position of being oppressed by authoritarian forces. I remembered that I even know some judges personally. I feel protected.  

But of course I thought about walking away. Even my membership is not worth giving up my human rights. Even if I had to live in my car I would be a writer. So there's that.

And, there is the public forum of the community we live in. I can access that at any time, and a free speech issue would be juicy and fun for everyone. I noticed a lot of letters in the RG this morning and a greater effort at transparency. There are members who are also ready to focus on that. Currently we have so much gatekeeping that you can't even secure a copy of our bylaws without asking someone in power for it. That can't be legal. 

I was advised to make sure every member sees those letters. I'm not quite ready to go there, but every member has a vested interest in that. Kicking me out would not go well. I'm just supposed to be threatened by it enough to shut up and hang my head in shame for speaking out so coherently. I don't think that is good for the community. We want transparency, accountability, safety and that old prosperity and fun for everyone. 

I know shame. I'm not feeling it. I'm vaguely uncomfortable about making any changes to my writing at all, but as I said, my duty of care is to the organization. We're all struggling enough to make a living right now. But next week is No Kings! Imma make some big signs. I hope my lawyer friends will stop by. 

 Joy, everyone! We have many tales yet to relate. 

 

Free Speech Rights

Well friends, I received a cease and desist letter this week, from an individual, not as an official action of my organization, but I have decided that to lessen pressure on my life, going forward I will double down on my duty of care for that organization and make sure that everything I write does not include name or title.

I honor free speech above a lot of things, and at this time in the big world, I would never give up my free speech rights for any reason. I hold those close to my heart as a human, and in fact, they are my human rights. But my duty of care has driven my professional life with this organization for 51 years and it is so very important to me. I have never desired to hurt the organization and as I've said many times, I do not want to fault volunteers who are doing their best.

While I did not receive any direct or professional communications from the organization at this point in time, I am drawing this line here as notice that they don't need to take any actions to limit me.

I'm still writing personal nonfiction on this tiny space of the internet and I will still be writing. You may not agree with my opinions but facts are facts and truth is truth. 

Rising to the moment is often difficult and we are in such a fractious atmosphere in this world. I want to make it clear that duty of care for all four of my membership organizations is vital to me. I also care deeply for my peace and my ability to finish out my life span in positive ways, as I have always tried to live. 

You can disregard my opinions, but there are no alternative facts. 

 

And Then We Die

 

Got a call from an old friend who is preparing her dying process...it was oddly such a life-affirming conversation thread we had, full of laughter and wonder. She has a shirt I made using art from my son at about age 5, and wore it and everyone on her care team wants one. Fortunately that is the last remaining box of shirts in my shop, shirts by my son. Just the right amount for her team. 

She has a form of dementia, called PCA, Posterior Cortical Atrophy, a terrifying and tragic form for an artist, where you lose your visual powers over time. She can no longer read or write, which is heartbreaking enough, but she is a painter among her many talents, and said she took a painting off the wall, saw her name on the back, but could not recognize it and had no understanding of it. It seems perplexing and her attitude is great, but she has been suffering for a very long time and some of her strength comes from taking control of the situation for herself. Brains...yikes. All those complex fold and neurons and then things start just decomposing. I did not know there are a dozen types of dementia...so many kinds. And you surely can get more than one at a time. Let's embrace the horror of that while we look at the yellowing leaves and birds flitting around the yard. 

It is not widely known but it is legal and screams Bodily Autonomy to know that VSED is a remedy that goes beyond Physician Assisted death. That stands for Voluntary Stopping Eating and Drinking. It takes a care team and is not an easy choice, and it takes some time to work. I have heard of others who have used it. She is angry that no doctor told her about it and wants to amplify it, so I'm putting something on the back of the shirts for her. A lot of her life has been about fighting for rights, as she is in the LGBTQ++ community and has not had an easy time of it, but carved out a great life for herself and accomplished some amazing things. And now not just dignity but positive change by sharing her life and death.

She had a hellish time getting a diagnosis but finally went to OHSU and got the care she needed. Of course there is no treatment, just suffering, so she worked out her choice and set it in motion. She exhibits a lot of joy and that is the tone she is setting and shares with her team. The shirt is perfect for that. We're all delighted in the midst of grief.  

This kind of real facing of grief is such a relief for everyone, as you can then be free to talk about it all, the sorrow, what you will miss, what you are feeling, how much and in how many ways you love the person and what you have shared. You can tell jokes, and laugh, and she got me laughing about my own situations, which was a gift indeed. We weren't close friends, just worked together quite a bit in various roles, but the connection is now feeling very strong and though she lives in California, now I'm involved in her care team, and it's good for me.

It's cosmic too, as I have been talking so much about connecting with joy. Here comes the universe deepening my experience of that and helping me learn to live with less fear. Ironically the "fear less" hats are on my table to be printed this week. 

I'm not printing today though. It is a day to be outside, doing whatever. I am reading some terrific books and the ground birds are back, the Juncos, Spotted Towhees (or rufous-sided as I prefer still calling them) and some White-Crowned Sparrows, other more hidden types of sparrows (a Fox Sparrow I think) and I still have the Downies, the Bewick's and the Flickers plus all the regular birds. I asked her what her favorite bird was, and she said the Sandhill Cranes, which are migrating south right now, so I said I'd listen for them now and in the spring. She is planning all kinds of ways to let us know what she finds out in the next phase of her life, whatever it is, whatever she can. Free to fly.

Fear less, people. Love more. 

A Fun Outing for Art

 Wow, Clay Fest! I can't believe I went there for my first time yesterday. It has been happening a block away from me for years now. Market always dominates my weekend so hard I just never found the energy but yesterday I knew I had to visit a few of my friends over there.

It was so inspiring in every way except one. The skill level of these master ceramic artists is super high...and you will see them here in a show that the participants organized themselves. It's very thoughtful, inclusive, and welcoming. Participants are happy to volunteer because it is rewarding, and the community is supportive and open. The organization of paying at the central desk works well so people can just shop, and there were many dedicated shoppers. 

Also a lot of people talking about ceramics and art, as well as community building. It felt like it feels in my mind to sell at market.

But clearly, I am remembering a time in the past when our operations were well organized, thoughtful, and member-centered. I heard so many stories about how present management treated these artists when they tried to sell at market or Holiday Market, that I was embarrassed to say that I have been a market regular for 51 years. Not proud. I thought about Lotte a lot and how she would feel about where market is and what we need to do about it. 

I talked about Jell-O Art a bit, as that is what makes me feel like a Real Artist more than retailing my screenprinting. I had to go home and cry about my life where I prioritized work so hard I find myself running out of time to do actual art that is purely creation and self-expression. 

Instead I find myself defending myself against attacks after all this time every Saturday. So glad I have Jell-O and writing.

It was so affirming to find all of these wonderful artists and friends who love me and my work hanging out in another setting where again, I can be myself without guarding everything I say and do from predators.

And the gallery pieces and special pieces a lot of them made (shoutout to Luna and Sam) were incredible. I wish I had taken photos but I didn't have my phone. It sure was not all about mud yesterday, even though I did come home and transplant strawberries and get nice and dirty.

Perhaps a new phase of my life is opening up! Anyway I sure shook off my damage and have some new ways to keep it at bay.

Make it a point to go next year and be part of the wonderfulness of the arts community in our area. It is large and gorgeous.   

Edit to include these photos of the days when we had that  https://www.flickr.com/photos/eugenesaturdaymarket/albums/ 

 

Debates

 I have other things to do today outside but I liked this one thing a friend pointed out yesterday: The Varied Thrush, has a song with only one note.

  https://www.bird-sounds.net/varied-thrush/?type=song-1349

It's still a bird, and that's still a bird song. 

Not selling the banned hats was pretty hard on my bottom line yesterday. People choose those hats because they are simple and don't have a lot of design on them, so my hand-drawn additions didn't prove to be very popular, as expected. Tourists really like the Oregon hats because they don't cost $40 like the official merch from UO., just want a souvenir from their visit to Eugene. So not a great fix for me to spend that extra time. They would not sell better at $30, even though they are individually decorated one at a time, freehand. So every one has an additional cost to me. 

Whatever. I heard that I was welcome to sell them in other places. Well, Eugene hats don't go to Veneta, the only other place I sell. Geezer and Curmudgeon originated at OCF as companions for my shirts, so they will still sell, but Oregon hats don't sell out there either. Imagine sells. But my inventory with a retail value of $4200 will take quite a few years to sell at OCF. Maybe ten years. I can almost guarantee there will be some at my eventual estate sale after I am dead and gone. I've started giving them away.

Heard the statement "Nothing about us, without us" ? It was about disability rights, but it could also be applied to member rights. How is the Standards Committee allowed to have confidential operations? Closed meetings just mean only committee members and invited guests can be there. They are not confidential, which means nothing that is said can be shared with anyone for any reason. That is restricted by our bylaws and the law, for issues of personnel and legality (actually our bylaws say only personnel. Personnel is staff, not members.) So technically, no one at the meeting can talk to me about what was said there, including the Co-Chairs, and staff. Confidential is confidential. 

From the bylaws: Committee meetings shall be open to members of the corporation except when personnel matters are discussed.  That portion of the standards committee meeting devoted to the discussion of product acceptability may be conducted in closed session.  Staff's role in committees is only to assist each committee in the performance of its duties as mandated by the board of directors.  Staff shall not chair any committee or have voting privileges.

And fyi, email discussions are closed meetings. Interested members and the public are not included. Does anyone feel that a member's livelihood should be discussed without their knowledge and participation? Think about if it was you.

As the archivist, I don't even have a current copy of the bylaws (I have one from 2023) or access to a current P&P document. No one sends it to me for the archive (that's called gatekeeping, to make member documents inaccessible to members.)  Looks like from the Board packet they are going to change the bylaws to cover for actions they took against several (how many?) members in the past, as if that would make it all better. Nope. Those things were illegal then and they remain illegal. And now Standards Committee members are complicit in illegal processes, without their knowledge. 

And people wonder why we don't have more volunteers.  

Guess people think I should just move over to FSP to make my living. Now you know why so many of our members are selling over there. I had heard of many of the disputes that drove them over there, but I have a new perspective now.

Going over to Clay Fest! Then I will transplant strawberries, something that should make me happy.

Connect with your joy! 

 

Candidates

 The OCF election: I am not voting for incumbents. You make your own informed choice, please. 

Peace. 

Banned!

 Apparently. Still not completely clear. But presumably, if I sell them, my selling rights can be suspended immediately. Read your handbooks, people.

My arguments that they did not violate the text guideline were not responded to. I designed the Eugene and Oregon lettering myself, so those do not violate it, and I was not told if they are included in the ban or not, which I believe was limited to hats with one word on them. Not sure though! Did not get to see the complaint or even what it actually said. Even the Committee does not see the complaints, which have been declared confidential, in a new bending of our norms. So committee members are not allowed to talk to me about the actions, either. 

The retail value of my inventory of these five hats is $4000, sitting in my shop.  

The guideline reads: Text-Only Craft Items: Craft items whose decoration is text only may only be sold if the text is applied by the member using a craft technique and the text has been significantly enhanced by the member.
Text only work must be approved at a full committee meeting, not a Standards screening. 

I use several craft techniques to make my hats, as I over-explained to the committee in a letter in July. 

These hats were approved decades ago, in a decision that extended explicitly for the life of my continuous membership. Long before the text-only guideline was written. I'm still a member.

But their decisions are final, whatever they are.