Magic and action: Starhawk aims to show people how to go beyond rumination

“Mother Earth transition team.” That is how Starhawk, one of the presenters at this weekend’s Earth Spirit Rising conference, describes our role in healing the planet and discovering our sacred connection to it.

Rumor & Innuendo

The Boobie Effect. That LeBron James broke 11 on the superduperüberstar meter ain’t the real NBA story. What was it, three games into his kindergarten season that observers called him the next Jordan? The inevitable happened in Game 5 of the Eastern Finals when he beat the formerly formidable Pistons fair and square one on five. Now, what Daniel “Boobie” Gibson did in the conference final clincher is another matter. The former Texas Hook-’Em-Horn went 5 for 5 from “downtown,” as our favorite lingerie-wearing sportscaster Marv Albert would say. There’s a story. And it proves again what a great assessor of talent, if not great coach, Rick Barnes happens to be.

Representin’: A Column About the Metro Council

Is the planning process slightly cracked?Given the closed-door state of American politics right now, it’s hard to imagine a small group of citizens actually registering a difference. That is the crux of the argument for participating in local politics: While Bush and his bloodhounds doom us to decades of apologizing and reestablishing basic Constitutional principles, we may take solace in the knowledge that persistence can sometimes, though certainly not always, make change in local government.

City Strobe

GOP 4 SaleRU a lobbyist seeking influence? Tuff-wristed Kentucky $enate prez seeks $$$ for Republican Party. Luvs long walks on former mountaintops, God, big corporations & making the state’s largest city dangle in the wind. Turn-ons: 10 cmdmnts, bashing gays, drowning gvt in bathtub. Let’s keep KY in Dark Ages 2gether 4ever. Corporate donations welcome. Convenient sway packages from $5k-$50k. Call David Williams (270) 864-5636.That little bit of prose might as well be the personals-ad equivalent of the message Kentucky Senate President David Williams delivered to a gathering of about 40 lobbyists last week at the Muhammad Ali Center. The shameless senator, perhaps recognizing that the GOP brand has lost some value in recent years, wants to shore up Republican coffers in advance of the 2008 election. But there‘s a pesky little problem: state law prohibits lobbyists from giving directly to candidates.  Because if it didn’t, a legislator might, you know, let the donation corrupt his or her legislative efforts. The gathered lobbyists represented banks, technology, medical and pharmaceutical companies, and other corporations keenly interested in the goings on in Frankfort.

The funky fantasists of Frankfort Avenue

Frankfort Avenue is a bustling hub of commerce and culture, but not so long ago, it was pretty lowdown. The transformation happened gradually, of course, through the efforts of many determined people. This week, Fairleigh Brooks focuses on a handful of women who’ve set up shop in the 2000 block. It’s a nice bit, an inspiring tale of people who’ve chosen to buck the system and follow their dreams. —Cary Stemle

City Strobe

Tricky Mitch gets his very own billboardWhen an obviously sarcastic I-65 billboard appeared last week, co-starring Mitch McConnell and a light bulb, curious commuters must have wondered what it was all about.

All you need is love: An antiwar protester gets arrested during a Summer of Love redux. Excuse me?

What a long, strange week it’s been. Last Tuesday, someone brought us a photograph of an incident at the Abbey Road festival. Later we learned it dealt with the arrest of a protester. We dug into the story. Concurrently, we were preparing Q&A’s about this weekend’s Earth Spirit Rising conference, tales of hope amid fear and resignation. It seemed the respective stories were converging. Weird. We hope you take time to read it all, then to stop and think. It is difficult but possible.
—Cary Stemle

Rumor & Innuendo

Next trend ... puhleeze. So the latest fans to go we’re-all-wearing-the-same-color-shirts-to-the-game-because-we-really-really-really-love-our-team-more-than-you-love-your-team are the usually sensible Mormons out Salt Lake City way. The Jazz’s home court looked like the DeanDome during Game 3 of the NBA’s Western Conference finals. The crowd was in baby blue. This is a trend that — if there is a supreme being on high — will have run its course by next autumn, when football and hoops come around again. Threads on Cardinal message boards vilified fans who chose to not don the “suggested” shirt during designated games last season. Gimme a break. When you pay as much $$$ as people must for tickets these days, seems to me they can wear whatever they want.“The Big Game.” The thoroughly button-down NFL apparently felt not quite corporata enough. So, it is reported, the league petitioned the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office to copyright the term, “The Big Game.” Pete Rozelle must have been smiling. But such was the uproar from Stanford and Cal supporters, whose annual pigskin tussle has had that moniker for years, that the suits that run pro football withdrew their application.Trey for Bulldogs. 6-8 superduperprep Trey Tompkins has chosen Dennis Felton’s Georgia Bulldogs as his college squad. He says he turned down offers from Florida, Georgia Tech, LSU, UCLA and, most important around here, UK. Since when is this a transgression? 

‘I like Portland’: Jerry Brinson leads efforts for change in his adopted neighborhood

When Jerry Brinson, his wife and oldest son moved to the Portland neighborhood from East St. Catherine Street 21 years ago, Brinson knew Portland was close-knit. What he didn’t quite realize then was that he would eventually become active in keeping the community together.

Summer Fun Guide: Theater camp — planting seeds to grow future audiences, artists and civic participation

When I was a schoolgirl at Mt. Tabor Elementary in New Albany back in the 1960s, I looked forward every Christmas to a visit from a local teenage theater group. I can almost hear them singing now as they paraded into the auditorium in medieval costumes, “Christmas is coming. The goose is getting fat. Please put a penny in the old man’s hat.” They performed “The Emperor’s New Clothes,” which was my favorite. Although there was no nudity, we all imagined a naked king, the subject of ridicule. The experience ignited a life-long love of theater.