Finding Ulysses

The latest online news from the Trumansburg Village government is from last May – 9 months ago.

A simple test video of riding a bicycle down a slushy Cayuga Street in the middle of the winter, with the snow piled high on either side.

Another Memorial Day came and went, and I managed not to go postal.  I’ve tried to organize peace marches to coincide with the militaristic parades, but folks think I’m crazy.  So I’ve given up.  Proponents of imperialism can have one day a year to commemorate their fallen heroes, but the rest of the year, lets think about [...]

Governor Spitzer gave a really interesting speech at the Chattaqua Institute with the title “The Need for Both Passion and Humility in Politics.” I really enjoyed reading it. Although the media coverage seemed to dwell on the relationship of the speech to the soap opera personal battle between the Governor and Senator Bruno, the speech [...]

If I were to go to England or Prussia, I would be genuinely native in neither place. How about garlic mustard and dame’s rocket? How long will they have to live here before they are regarded as natives? One hundred years more? A thousand years more? Will they never be natives, ever?

I salute the creators of World Without Oil for creating a great psychological experiment. I have nothing against the project, but I’d like to go back now to looking at my community as it is, not how it would be in the future if things go terribly wrong.

Imagining, through the World Without Oil Project, how the Town of Ulysses might react to the disintegration of the fossil fuel economy is much more provocative a challenge than making pundit-worthy predictions about nationwide trends. Here, on the level of the town and village, we have more of the genuine human element at play, and less of the posturing creations of mass media interpreting that human element for our filtered pleasure.

Peeking out of the snow early this week on the south side of the house were daffodils, green and slender, with the slightest bulge at the top.  This morning I saw crocuses and snowdrops.  At suppertime, my son asked me if I’d seen all the flowers in bloom around the house.  Tonight, I noticed that today’s [...]

Turkey vultures have returned to Trumansburg

Trumansburg Creek enters a state of denial, eager to fit in with its geological surroundings, a hard igneous crust holding cold molten liquid at its core, hidden, still falling, insulated, dark, under snow, its lost brother from above. Trumansburg Creek is finding its way as Ulysses found his way.