tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46063136486094968062012-01-15T18:10:31.417-08:00Dr. Jean Peters-Do MD listens to the world; friendly and provocative posts of diverse global interests.DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-11951423353071066632011-12-28T23:10:00.000-08:002011-12-28T23:37:31.719-08:00

There are two owls in our neighborhood whoo have been singing to one another every evening for the past month. They weren't here last winter, so I feel very pleased to have them as neighbors. Thanks to the internet, I've identified them as Great Horned Owls; you can hear a duet exactly as our pair sings here at Signs of the Seasons. This site also has a recording of the Mourning Dove, which is a

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They say this phrase comes about from a star - the Dog Star, Sirius. It is the brightest star in the sky and it is one of our close neighbors. It was named differently by great civilizations, but all knew it well. This bright star marked the beginning of the hot "dog days" of summer for the ancient Greeks, who placed it in a constellation they called Canis Major (the Big Dog) and named it

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-26585172651219828272010-10-04T22:25:00.000-07:002010-10-04T22:25:40.864-07:00

A month ago, I began planning for a fall and winter garden for the backyard at the house we are renting in south Austin. After 15 years in Corpus Christi, trying to garden without success in the high humidity and horrid caliche of the semi-arid  Gulf Coast, south Austin is a gardening paradise. And we've had plenty of rain this year, breaking a long period of drought.  So in the 95+ degree heat

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Here is a small celebration forbeautiful, brilliant women I know Kristen images like sweet echos... kw photography   Here's a tune to play in the background when you look at Kristen's photo archives... Cherry Coloured Funk Beetles and eggs and blues and pour a little everything else You steam a lens stable eyes and glass Not get pissed off through my bird lips as good news Still we can

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"We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit." -- e e cummings image copyright the estate of ee cummings

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-4882047114195208982010-06-14T18:06:00.000-07:002010-06-14T18:06:37.783-07:00

This will be a short post, since my fingers are burning from the pablanos I prepared for tonight's Bar B Q. Grilled chilis with a sprinkle of vinegar tastes mm-mm-good. What is the history of chili peppers? My assumption was that, because of their prevalence in Asian and Indian quisine, they must come from the East. Nope. They come from the Americas, introduced to Asia in the 1500's, becoming

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-89072168682124389012010-05-05T13:21:00.000-07:002010-05-05T22:24:45.909-07:00

There is an oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico. Because I'm a lemons-into-lemonade-kind-of-girl, my contemplations reveal that this is an opportunity to look more closely at the interconnectedness of things and at what that means. My premise for this post is an analogy: (Gulf is to Mexico) as ("a wide gap" is to "interpretations") First, the definitions. The general definition of gulf, according

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-71472233567089376592010-04-19T19:29:00.000-07:002010-04-30T08:21:14.030-07:00

Mother Earth by WithinTemptation Birds and butterflies Rivers and mountains she creates But you'll never know The next move she'll make You can try But it is useless to ask why Cannot control her She goes her own way She rules until the end of time She gives and she takes She rules until the end of time She goes her way With every breath And all the choices that we make We are only passing

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-86749474997295971572010-04-14T18:07:00.000-07:002010-10-07T13:51:33.296-07:00

In the News In general, it is difficult for me to relate to world events because my interests are in the sciences, not geography, society, or government and politics. In particular, the "news" is quite disturbing to me and I have a visceral response to suffering, any suffering, since I was very young. Since 1979 I don't watch TV news, read a newspaper, or otherwise expose myself to that form of

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This morning I fell back to sleep and dreamed vividly in those 15 stolen minutes; a wonderful dream. I was at a Key West High School Class of '78 reunion! I didn't recognize a soul in the dream; had a good time, though. We always had a good time. So inspired, I spent some time today looking up former classmates on Facebook (there are close to 150 there). Where's my danged HS year book so I can

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Today I saw my friend Zach. He was marking up a newspaper page with a fat black sharpie, blackening line after line on the page. My curiosity overwhelmed and I had to ask - what was he doing? Writing poetry, off course. blackout poetry (http://www.austinkleon.com/newspaper-blackout-poems/). Brilliant, Zach!   SSigns I spent weeks insilence. I prayed.        I set out  in search of beauty. I

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-71999758303481585042010-04-05T22:18:00.000-07:002010-04-05T22:18:21.518-07:00

Not alot to say today-- it was rather busy at the clinic and not much brain power left. Nevertheless, had time to enjoy blog comments and video links this morning before work and already feel glad that I started this. Don't know if I can keep up with daily posts especially on rigorous work days, but will give it a try... Here is a song I really enjoy, from a CD called Putumayo Presents: Asian

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What's in your basket? Hope your Easter Sunday was light and happy! There are many reasons to celebrate a day like today, different reasons for each of us, but All Good. For a moment this morning, when I heard some children squealing (screeching?) I had flashbacks of late nights making Easter eggs and hiding Easter baskets for the family. Those are really good memories-- the memories of an

DrJeanPDnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4606313648609496806.post-33313450962353341102010-04-03T17:56:00.000-07:002010-04-03T19:19:01.373-07:00

Howdy Friends!I'm viewing a gorgeous Austin sunset as I write this first post to my new blog on This & That. The bluebonnets and Texas wildflowers are outrageous this spring due to the cool wet winter we had. The plan is to take a Sunday drive tomorrow; we might try some of the places suggested here for wild flower sightings. When I drive to the clinic I take country road 1626 and a little jog of

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