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June 5, 2007 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  enthralled
Category: Art and Photography
we're moving and my garden is not as mighty as i would like it to be. i didn't plant anything after i learned it was all to be landscaped, instead i pulled everything that i had ever planted out of the ground. leave no man behind! so everything is in a lifeboat of sorts, waiting to stretch their roots again. soon guys... i promise. my brother-in-law actually asked if someone had stolen our plants when he saw the holes. and i've been pretty good about not buying things that will just have to get shifted around when they come tear out the patio. i think that's why this scabiosa is trying so desperately to get in. i have to restrain it with a pushpin, or it would be beheaded by the sliding door.

i'm not worried about this hydrangea. we've had it since san francisco and it's been getting a tour of the peninsula. but will the arugula finish setting the seeds? i let it bolt as soon as it wanted to, carefully didn't pull off any of the little flowers i saw emerging and now i'm eyeing the little rocket-shaped pods with something approaching hope. with any luck i'll be able to just cut them off into a big bag so it can infest the yard at our new house. everyone says that arugula gets more bitter as it goes to seed, but we've been eating it happily at least once a week.

the strawberries are yielding maybe a berry a week. in the face of such incompetent plants, i had to return to the farmer's market. and i was weak. i can rationalize that tiny indoor plants are not hard to move, but i would have gladly bought a tree (a TREE mind you!) if it came bearing these wonderful, octopus flowers!

the farmer's market is always a joy... but today i had the added pleasure of having nowhere to park. it's on sunday, it's crowded, and the traffic is so awful it brings to mind the churches in the strip malls of dallas where i grew up! so i went across the street to park at the lumber yard, where i found the most fantastic garden...
piles of old scrap metal had sat, under the rain and sun's communion with seeds and pieces of old trash. and the grass grew under strange circular skies. welcome to the mattress.

old tractors sit as their bones and veins began to melt together. and their remains take on an otherworldly character. alien? or maybe aquatic?

i admit i have an affinity for these things. salt and water and friction were my best friends in art school since corrosion is one way to reduce the evidence of the artist's hand. and as ever, what it doesn't erase, it makes weird...






June 3, 2007 - Sunday 

Current mood:  chipper
Category: News and Politics

attitude adjustor recently, kindly tested the climate change waters. and a quote from harper's struck me, with it's devastating accuracy...


"The pretense of not knowing what every idiot knows has increasingly come to define our national discourse. "


i came to this just after reading, the assault on the assault. a review of um, the reviews of al gore's new book, the assault on reason. mark buchanan notes,

"He seems to have hit a nerve with his assessment of what ails our democracy – the unchecked power of special interests backed by big money, the pervasive influence of mindless and addictive television, and the relentless triumph of image and style over content, which makes us read more articles about John Edwards' haircuts than about our failing education system."

it is almost as though there is an allergy at large to reason. when confronted with a bill in texas, that insidiously implied that the oil companies were benefitting from hot summers and wanted to mandate new sensors on gas pumps to give you a true gallon despite high temperatures, i had to laugh. it shouldn't be possible to be betrayed by physics. liquids i want to purchase obey the laws of thermodynamics? who knew??

and then, at ellis hollow, craig points us to an article on the washington post about the bees. it's not about their decline though. the writer waxes analytically instead about our ability to fit colony collapse disorder into whatever pet narrative we wish. without any clear evidence, one can feel free to blame cell phones, corporations, pesticides... i would like to see someone tag in the war. how about, the bees are suffering from tiny particles of depleted uranium... go!

and gardenrant brings news also from wapo, that kids can identify 100 times more brands than plants. it's a modern survival skill. who needs to screw around looking for purslane when you can find a mickey d's?

i could end despondently. without much hope for the future, and a bleak vision of distopia brought on by our ignorance vs our technology.

but i don't think that's necessary, not yet. eternal, chirpy optimist that i am, i am comforted by another quote from the same attitude adjustor entry, from orion magazine:

"I now believe there are over one million organizations working towards ecological sustainability and social justice. Maybe two. By conventional definition, this is not a movement. Movements have leaders and ideologies…. It is dispersed, inchoate, and fiercely independent. There is no manifesto or doctrine, no authority to check with… The movement has three basic roots: the environmental and social justice movements, and indigenous cultures' resistance to globalization—all of which are intertwining. It arises spontaneously from different economic sectors, cultures, regions, and cohorts, resulting in a global, classless, diverse, and embedded movement, spreading worldwide without exception. In a world grown too complex for constrictive ideologies, the very word movement may too small, for it is the largest coming together of citizens in history… The promise of this unnamed movement is to offer solutions to what appear to be insoluble dilemmas: poverty, global climate change, terrorism, ecological degradation, polarization of income, loss of culture. It is not burdened with a syndrome of trying to save the world; it is trying to remake the world."
May 31, 2007 - Thursday 
in honor of moving, i've decided to move my blog as well. i'll be keeping the old one, but i wanted a little roomier spot. with less crap on it. and more stuff to fiddle with. and a better url. and an exceedingly cheesy name. pretty much the same goals for the new house. our stuff got a nice 3 year breath. now it's back into boxes. we have two weeks still before physically moving anything, and i'm having fantasies of packing everything all nice and organized.

it's an adventure to look for another place to live. and along the way, i'm learning a lot as i try to be the perfect renter. observations pieced together from the ads i read. you should be a responsible tenant. nonsmoking. with no pets. and god forbid you want to grow anything.
 
these fava beans survived a weed whacker and being stepped on three times... only to get covered with cement when they dumped the leftovers into the garden. i would like to point out to any and all property owners who are thinking of renting out: the responsible ones are the ones who can keep small animals and plants alive. i want something i can love a just a little... but love doesn't equal curb appeal. i'm definitely not a landscaper, and the fleeting look of terror that crossed over landlord's faces when i expressed a desire to garden spoke volumes. garden apartments are not so much for gardeners. why not just call them "manicured" apartments? since that is what they are... meant to be on perpetual display. not lived in. not loved. loving is too risky, like when my mom used to describe our paraplegic dolls and stuffed animals with their fur worn down to matted whorls, eyes scuffed white, as having been loved too hard. love is too fierce. sometimes, love wants to tear out the lawn to better worship tomatoes.
 
i understand the sentiment that fears love. but i can't adopt it. can't even fake it.
 
so i'm offering it free. instead of feeling hurt when it isn't appreciated, say when the yard guy takes a leaf blower to your plants (again!), i'll let it all spill out through my fingers and toes. i won't even miss it when i'm taken advantage of, or ignored or forgotten, because i'll be too preoccupied with the next thing, another target for my bleeding heart. another cactus to pull out of the gutter. or righting the same one, when it's used for a doorstop (again!). i'll push down the indignation and rise, eugene v debs style, to try again. this time, with feeling.
 
i'll keep telling myself that anyway. i must. it is this lack of love that's making our cities coarser, and our comedy meaner. the expectation that someone else will take care of your mess, or be a good sport. i was working on something, a gift, once, and someone nearby said wistfully, "oh... no one has ever made me anything"
 
it's not true. someone made everything she had ever purchased.
but she wanted someone to make her a gift. an offering. and those only happen, when you give something first.
 
years ago, my best friend sent me a picture to cheer me up.
i was in new york at the time. and it was such an excellent picture, we found other places to put it. we thought we were just putting pictures of the cat online. in the present, the big fat kitty eventually joined the choir invisible. we forgot about making her an offering to the internet. until one day, when i was reminded...
 
it's like a message in a bottle. we set her adrift in a sea of smartasses, and someone sent her back. and now, she's an idol of the internet. a fat cat of the infinite. the salon article about "lol cats" covered the trend but they missed the meaning. i have no idea who decorated her, but i can think of few more magical moments, than the one when i saw our cat come back. thank you. it's why i want everything i leave on the internet to be free for the taking. please. take it, love it, roll around on the floor with it, mutilate it. but let me see the remnants. let me know that it was loved ~ bs
 
May 11, 2007 - Friday 

Current mood:  nerdy
Category: Art and Photography
the reality of growing your own edibles, is that you're rarely the only one eating them. i don't imagine this spider really eats sorrel, but she's probably eating whatever does...
 
that's what i get for gathering greens in the dark. i was inspired to share her after i saw her cousin over here in appalachia. and i apologized to her, after i managed to coax her back onto her leaf and returned her to the garden... which was lucky for her, as the other option was death. her house is there too, fuzzily in the background. sorry little spider, i'm tough but fair. another surprising find (finally!) was the dolphin in my delphinium. inspired to watch it by another, better educated blogger (s !), i finally figured out why they're so hard to spot. so here's my contibution... here's the dolphin we've been looking for, and here's the one i bet dioscorides saw...
 
and i think i can see him now...
 
the bestiary the above illustration comes from is dated 1633 and still cites pliny as a source. it's amazing to see how far we've come...  medieval botanists and gardeners would only have been familiar with the ones swimming through the illuminated manuscripts. what a tangled skein we've made of things; not only must we unravel the names of the plants and animals left to us by our forbears in their languages, sometimes we must backtrack through the many flourishes that represent the holes in knowledge and remember not to look for the genuine item. and if these buds are dolphins, does that make those caterpillars remoras? spin little guys spin! ~ b 
May 10, 2007 - Thursday 

Category: Travel and Places
and now i'm writing about it two days weeks (or so) late. it all evens out eventually. writing about it early resulted in angry and frustrated so meandering and indulgent are here to make up for it. i wanted to go to the plant sale at the arboretum at ucsc, so we drove up and over the mountain. i was very good and only got one plant this year. last year i went to the native plant sale locally, and the one thing that stuck in my mind was that no one wanted me to buy anything. "don't put anything in the ground yet... it's too late in the year. wait until fall and come to the sale then" they told me. but no. i would not be reasoned with and bought two plants, a native sage and a manzanita because i recognized the common name from a word game we'd played in high school. a kinnickkinnick is not a bird, but a cute little shrub.
and i handily killed not one, but both by ignoring this advice. so this year, we went to the sale and i bought a little protea. i don't imagine i'll be able to count myself a good hippy if i kill it, so i'll keep it in the pot until we move, and nurture it along until november, when this guy, who grows them professionally says he plants his. and i was really happy when r wanted a cactus. i always feel like my botanical adventures must be interminably boring for him, so when he picked out a mother of thousands to take home i was tickled. i resisted buying one of these naughty banksias
and we took off for a little piece of home we'd found last time we were in santa cruz
CLOSED! oh well... we had to find food elsewhere, so we ate at a little vegetarian restaurant downtown. i'm hoping it will make up karmically for the meatfest we had at the stately inlaw manor. and it isn't a trip to santa cruz unless you get ice cream to drip on yourself driving back up the mountain.
r kept saying how our late lunch left him less stuffed than a meaty meal would, but i never made any dinner. instead, we just had some of our favorite beers and eventually, my sweet tooth drove me into the kitchen. there were no eggs, so there could be no cookies from the chocolate chips. but i'm a wily southerner, and i just discovered a few weeks ago a recipe that i thought was the pinnacle of empty pantry desserts thanks very much to the beautiful blog cook and eat.
and now it doesn't even need the eggs...
make pie crust. do not buy one of those premade ones, you need to roll it out and cut tiny tart shells. it's really easy, and it think what you end up with is a perfect, palm nestling size.
roll out the rested dough to a little bit more than 1/8 inch thickness.
cut with wide cutter, i used a giant big gulp sized plastic cup. they should be about 3 inches in diameter. if you do not have such a large cup, roll the dough out to about a 1/4 inch thickness and use a biscuit cutter or something else about the width of a wine glass. then roll it out to about a 3 inch size.
curl this circle into loose cone and press into muffin tin.
sprinkle the bottom with chopped nuts and brown sugar, then cover with pat of butter. you're nearly baking these blind and if you don't put anything in the pastry shells when the heat hit thems, the bottoms will try to rise up biscuit style. i used chopped up pecans because i had some and was trying to get rid of them, but most any nut would be nice.
bake at 400 10 minutes
then 360 for 5 minutes
cool on rack while you do this next part...
take a package of chocolate chips plus 3 tbs butter, microwave in a pyrex bowl for 30 second bursts, stirring each time until melted and glossy smooth. add about two tablespoons of this to each warm shell and remember, when you're an adult you can have a chocolate tart (or 3) for dinner every now and then~ b
April 26, 2007 - Thursday 

Current mood:  shocked
WOW! i guess it really shouldn't surprise me that a fruitcake made this film, but for some reason it did. never to be in theaters near you, now only showing chez:
http://www.aconvenientfiction.com/
 
"...it (An Inconvenient Truth) suggests that we can solve some very deep human problems through politics. We've never been able to do that, and I don't think it's compatible with democracy."
 
way to dismiss ending slavery, segregation and the entrenched sexism that were common throughout human history. ending them probably wasn't compatible with what toadly old white dudes wanted us to do at the time either, but then again, progress is never easy. he doesn't debate gore point by point as you might think from the title, instead he opens declaring that climate change is real and that humans contribute to it. then he whines for an hour that we shouldn't do anything. and all the people who seem to think we should, should stop talking to time magazine and writing the phrase "tipping point". this is because he can't debate gore point by point. not only is he not a scientist, he doesn't have any data to present even after he tried to commission some last year. i think this film was intended to look like gore's. it's mostly just this man and his powerpoint, and then some shots of him travelling trying to spread the message. but what message? it's so bad i refuse to say you should even watch it. if you must watch something...
 
please folks, we have spent enough time in confusion. mysticism has been replaced by marketing. and i question the wisdom of trying to champion the idea that we cannot understand the world. that it's beyond us. that is the message of the film. he is not trying to peel away the veils salome style that make these politicized debates so murky. he adds new ones that seem to be intended to deride scientific observation itself. look how this 2001 report was misleading! it doesn't really give us 2000 years of climate change, only the first 400. it's also the first time anyone's tried to do it. two government panels studying it over the last 5 years declared it still the best thing around at the time:
 
As to charges by critics that the hockey stick paper has received undue attention, "I don't think the scientific community felt it was oversold," said NAS panel member Kurt Cuffey, a professor of geography at the University of California-Berkeley. "It was viewed as part of the normal process of doing science. Ideas are put forward, claims are made, and [other scientists] vet them over time."

Confusion arose, Cuffey said, when the IPCC featured the hockey stick graph in several places in its 2001 report: "That sent a very confusing message about how resolved this part of the scientific research about global climate change was."

Perhaps the wisest words from the press conference were said by Kurt Cuffey: "Science works over time as a community process."
but all that's not so much fun as just insidiously quoting one Ken Cuffey, invoking the name of Berkeley no less:
"I think that sent a very misleading message about how resolved this part of the scientific research was."
 
that makes it sound as though some nefarious person is putting these fairy tales together for us. a deliberate attempt to mislead. there isn't a quote anywhere to give that impression in context. and while one might make the claim that this cherrypicking of papers is the same as this filmmaker's cherrypicking of quotes, there isn't any way to gauge the premier paper in a field. the article in nature goes on:
 
"No individual paper tells the whole story," agrees North. "It's very dangerous to pull one fresh paper out from the literature."

it is dangerous. it bit them in the ass, but unfortunately for all of us, the paper is not so far off. the nefarious researcher is happy with the feedback and hasn't been run out on a rail by his colleagues...

Mann says that he is "very happy" with the committee's findings, and agrees with the core assertion that more must be done to reduce uncertainties in earlier periods. "We have very little long-term information on the Southern Hemisphere and large parts of the ocean," he says. As for the report's effect on the policy debate, Mann says: "Hopefully this is the beginning of us, as a community, putting that silliness behind us." 
 
when steven hayward says there's no further debate or discussion to be had, he shows how little he understands of the scientific method. he was quoting from the debate and discussion. it just doesn't go far enough in the direction he wants it to. he goes on to say the "hockey stick" is unlikely to appear again. duh! it's 6 years old now! it wasn't because of this expose... although i like the dramatic white on black epilogue about how after this film was produced, the hockey stick chart disappeared. the one they used in 1995 is curiously absent as well. he seems to have a real problem with this time thing. while trying to figure out who he is and why he has so little to say, i came across this:

NRO: Is my SUV killing the Earth?

HAYWARD: No. It is a great myth that SUVs are greater polluters. True, they use more gasoline, but they now have the same emissions standards as all other automobiles, so replacing your old clunker with a new SUV will actually help clean up ozone smog in America. Because they use more gas, they do emit more carbon dioxide, but remember, carbon dioxide is not a noxious pollutant, but plant food.

i'm so glad to know it's a great myth that suvs are the greater polluters. they use more gasoline, but they're not as bad as ANY CAR EVER MADE. good point for the time travellers. and anyway, they're just making tasty plant snacks. nice. this quote summarizes the points of his film handily:

It not so much a particular myth as it is the Malthuisian mindset that causes them to issue one doomsday prediction after another. Pick any prediction from the last 30 years from conventional environmentalists, and it was usually wrong, often by an order of magnitude. 

despite the fact that he doesn't present anything compelling, and despite the fact that the predictions of the enviros as he calls them have been getting better and better, nothing they say can ever be right. they've been wrong before. it's like the zeno's arrow of debate. he doesn't debate any point or present any data, all he does is imply that there's something desperately, desperately wrong with this line of thinking. that isn't debate and it isn't science, it's marketing. this is what a business major brings to politics. he makes a powerpoint presentation about uncertainty, because that's all he has to sell. he builds it by trying to make the scientific community and literature seem confusing and daunting, showing headlines that appear to conflict with each other, with the implication that these guys don't know which end is up. "You can be forgiven for getting dizzy trying to follow the clashing science on this. Now, it's possible that if you read these articles closely that they don't contradict each other as much or as directly as the headlines suggest..." possible? did you even read them? they're easy to find, and worry not. they don't.

and it's really the height of irony, to end your film with a snip of this article, about how the media drive us in dumb horror, with their endless drumbeats of death and chaos. is this why you started off comparing the environmental movement to the weathermen? but i thought you were such a fan of exciting news!

so while we're still stuck on figuring out how to reconstruct climate history, we're making great strides in our predictive ability.  the graph from 2001 seems to have accurately predicted the temperature rise up until now in 2007... a smallish chunk of time to be sure, but the only test performed so far. and it was the high-end predictions that were closest. but i wonder, if this line of thinking is so flawed, why is it that the world is conspiring to make these scientists look so right and the right look so dumb?~ b

April 22, 2007 - Sunday 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

is a lie we are sold over and over again. i do not mean to say that it is an intentional lie, but the line between instruction and marketing has always been blurry. now it's gone hippy grateful dead swirly and tie dye...

it's better to buy organic
it's better to buy local
it's better to recycle
it's better to compost
it's better to farm without chemicals
it's better to be a vegetarian
it's better to drive than fly
 
these are impressions i've gotten from the marketing associated with the last decade or so of ecological evolution in the grocery stores and media. but is any of it true? i mean true in the sense that every single person would be well served to memorize a list of such instructions and follow them to the best of their ability. it's puzzling to try to tease out an answer.
 
is it better to buy organic?
in england, a report was just released that said the answer was a resounding no idea. like so many reports these days, it is studded with "on the one hand ... but on the other hand" phrases that make its findings unsatisfying to read.
 
The report for the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs found "many" organic products had lower ecological impacts than conventional methods using fertilisers and pesticides. But academics at the Manchester Business School (MBS), who conducted the study, said that was counterbalanced by other organic foods - such as milk, tomatoes and chicken - which are significantly less energy efficient and can be more polluting than intensively-farmed equivalents.
 

it doesn't seem to have been a very comprehensive study, critics accuse the government of ignoring things like animal welfare and water use. but that's one of the problems with assessing these massive experiments we run called farms. we're not defining our terms very well, and it's tough in the beginning to figure out which gauges are the meaningful ones. it's helpful though, when you read it through to the end and you realize, that these rules are part of the problem. here's one way that organic tomatoes failed:

Organic tomatoes grown in heated greenhouses in Britain generate one hundred times the amount of CO2 per kilogram produced by tomatoes in unheated greenhouses in southern Spain.

it doesn't actually state that the spanish tomatoes are grown conventionally, just that they're not in heated greenhouses. this path we're on is riddled with weeds and troublesome forks. should we buy organic tomatoes no matter where they're from? local tomatoes regardless of season?

i'm really doing nothing more than paraphrasing a great article by michael pollan. other bloggers have done the same. but i notice a lot of the incarnations i'm seeing do not quote much beyond his initial exhortation that we "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants."

part of the problem the british study (and pollan) identifies is that, when you go to the grocery store, you have to think about what plants you're choosing. considering things like where they were grown, if they're being grown in season without lots of assistance, beyond simply being marked organic or being recognizably a plant. that's where we have the most work to do. this information doesn't just leap off the tomatoes at safeway. what pollan calls nutritionism is something we stagger toward gladly... certainty. this is why you tend to see discussions about how best to live in order to make the least impact on the world devolve into brawls. there is no real certainty that one rule is the best to live by or supercedes the others. the systems that convey food to market are sprawling and confusing. so it isn't surprising that people latch onto a single rule or maybe two and use that to guide their philosophy rather than reading the 12 page articles and buying a locally oriented food wheel and adopting all the other new rituals that used to be old... but what's strange is the religious zeal that sneaks into the conversation.

A proper vegetarian is a veggie for life and I would question you ever having any ethics in the first place and jumping ship when your meat-free fad was no longer en vogue.

this written in response to an article written by a woman who added meat back into her diet because she was more comfortable with ethically raised meat. she was also a new mother and apparently had an iron deficiency which some other vegetarian commenter noted was "part of being a vegetarian".

vegetarians usually like to point out how much more land is needed to raise meat animals over vegetables. and that's a good point, and truly, two of the problematic organic products were animal derived. but let's check some of those other memes that we see floating around... how about, buying organic and buying local. how will great britain produce enough food to feed everyone in london organically or locally? organic farms can be competitive with conventional farms, but britain is very densely populated, an island and the growing season is relatively short. what will they eat in the winter? will they have to use greenhouses to be ethically consistent with vegetarianism without eating just potatoes? and what about the poor?

which explains why people buy tomatoes grown in greenhouses or in spain. and once you start thinking a little about it, it can be very daunting to realize just how little you know about your food most of the time. it takes a lot of skill for a company to represent their systems in a way that is both marketable and honest on their packaging. 

and it's hard not to let your philosophy steer your ethics... like this vegan gardener who is so desperate not to have animal products in her garden, that she will send to the coast for kelp and to florida for raw rock phosphate (which may or may not have all sorts of crazy chemicals in it!) to amend her soil in her vegan garden. in the middle of beautiful ranchland full of manure. and i've done equally zealous things. i crowed about being able to buy local rice in california to my dad, and he reminded me that most of california is naturally a desert. it also is being kept air conditioned for storage. is that worse that fumigating it every now and then? i literally have no idea. but i know i don't just want to be guided by philosophy on this. the story of richville is the story of man wrestling a living from the ground, and it's completely incompatible with the narrative of the ecology movement. or is it?

and this is where i'm at. i've never been a vegetarian. or, i should say, i was a vegetarian for a few hours, and then my family decided that would be a good day to go to one of my favorite restaurants. yes, i was a weak teen! but enough about me, i wanted to make the point that none of us knows how to tread a clearly virtuous path anymore. there seems to be a unique set of requirements for every locale, and there's no way to no what another person is dealing with. i'm sure it was ever this way, else why would we have that old phrase about paving roads with good intentions... but it seems to me that it was in a much more primitive and morally clear way. our forebears asked themselves if it was ok to steal a loaf of bread to feed your sister's starving son... we wax philosophical about where you buy your bread, how many miles it flew to you ... is it vegan? kosher? do you bake your own in a sun oven? all without a clue as to the superior moral position. there must be a least impactful way to live, right? let's not muddle reality with our morals before we've even seen it ~ b 

 

April 20, 2007 - Friday 

Current mood:  angry
Category: News and Politics
note to presidential hopefuls... you're being filmed all the time. there is no such thing as an unscripted moment anymore, and there are no jokes with old friends
 
"Please, I was talking to some of my old veterans friends," McCain said. "My response is, Lighten up and get a life."

The AP article continues, "Asked if his joke was insensitive, McCain said: 'Insensitive to what? The Iranians?'"

maybe insensitive to all of us? we make jokes out of everything, and we should... that's not a bad thing. but, why shouldn't we look at people running for president and take what they say seriously? if the thought of invading another country immediately makes you try to be funny for your friends, and for all the cameras and reporters watching you at the same time (who i presume, were not hiding in the bushes)... why are they the only ones allowed to hear it? you weren't out with your pals, you were stumping for office. the office where that might be your decision to make one day. act like you've got a pair and stand up for what you said or apologize for it but don't just snarl at us because we noticed. or maybe this is like a hobby for you or something. every ten years do you just throw us a curveball? just to see what we do?

and maybe it's insensitive for me to point out, that you're playing both sides too obviously. flipflopping back and forth one might say. i mean, is jerry falwell an agent of intolerance or not?

"I reject individuals such as Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell who take our party in the wrong direction."

i put it to you, that there is no wrong direction for the right party. you guys have really got a handle on figuring which direction to lean. and that is why, even though myspace says you're a cool new person, i have to reject you completely. i don't know that any of you believe anything you say.

it's especially ironic, given that mass murderers are generally the first ones to lose any semblance of privacy...

A chilling picture emerged Tuesday of Cho Seung-Hui — a 23-year-old senior majoring in English — a day after the bloodbath that left 33 people dead, including Cho, who killed himself as police closed in.

over the week we've learned about his family and his childhood and what color his house is and what kind of assignments were turned in over the semester. in short, there is nothing too minute for the media to wrestle with. we're all fascinated and horrified by a person who set out to cause the deaths of 32 other people. i'd just like to point out our current president's choices have led to the deaths of one hundred times as many american soldiers and god only knows how many iraqis. and yet, mysteriously, all of his records just vanish.

ours on the other hand...

Some news accounts have suggested that Cho had a history of antidepressant use, but senior federal officials tell ABC News that they can find no record of such medication in the government's files.

are perfectly searchable and organized. it is only a semblance of privacy we have, and sometimes, only a semblance of freedom.
 
just pretend you're at the airport all the time. or you can try to remember your own advice...

"It's hard to make jokes; we are a nation at war," he said.
 
because it's starting to look too much like the joke is on us ~ b
April 16, 2007 - Monday 

Current mood:  giggly
Category: Religion and Philosophy

a blog i read dedicatedly ends thus:

Engineering.  It will either ruin us or save us.   I'm not always sure which.

which leads me now, to one of one of my most favorite books.  don't you love this cover?  don't let the sterile title frighten you... it is a wonderfully compelling read, full of knuckle-biting anecdotes about chernobyl and experiments in game theory.  the two twine together on their common theme, faith.  one thing i took away from it is, experts can make the worst mistakes.  this is particularly the case with chernobyl, as the apparent cause of the disaster was a group of nuclear technicians who shut off the safety measures so as to run an experiment.  they believed their experience would allow them to safely guide it through circumstances beyond the parameters these safety measures were designed to maintain.  it is with this in mind, that i read articles describing new reactor designs as meltdown proof.  as if ford (or anyone) could design a car that you could not choose to drive into a wall, sober or not.  i'm sure eventually they will, and i'm sure, as soon as it's on the market there will be a way around whatever hurdle is put in place to keep us safe.  it is our faith in our own abilities that surmounts these obstacles. speed limits are for chumps it says!

don't get me wrong, i'm not really a misanthrope. i have great faith in humanity. i'm one of those eternally chirpy optimists who usually thinks we're all heading toward a brilliant swirl of utopian bliss. waffling between the nightmarish predictions of scientists and the apocalyptic visions of politicians and preachers is no fun, given the world full of brilliant visions (this one credited to eibnetwork)...

and i do try my darnedest to make the little corner i'm in a more pleasant place... even if i don't make deadlines...

even though i seem to have an odd fondness for upside down flowers at the moment...

and i think i can end with some more positive notes... if not for karl rove, i wouldn't have the perfect name for this vase...

if not for the recent elections, easter would never have met george...

and hey, good job carlos! ~ b

 

Currently reading:
The Logic of Failure: Recognizing and Avoiding Error in Complex Situations
By Dietrich Dorner
Release date: September, 1997
April 4, 2007 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  dirty

since saint patrick's day, i've had a spike in green behavior. that was the day i went to a composting workshop. the city of sunnyvale hosts them free, though you must register in advance. it's a spectacular deal because you get a compost bin for $30 rather than $100. the city will only sell you one if you attend the class because they don't just want them sitting in people's garages. fair enough! i finally got the go ahead from my new landlord and our neighbors, so i set it up behind the laundry...

tada! i feel like i must be a level two hippy now. and yes, we have a new landlord. and he has big plans to modernize the property, which is good. it needed new carpets when we moved in. generally when people come over they say "boy is your place big!" but none of em have ever said "boy is your place nice!" unfortunately, that means we have to move. we had a month to month lease when it changed hands and there really isn't any way for us to stick around while they renovate. c'est la vie!  i'm surprised the landlord let me go ahead and start composting though. i basically asked him if i could store a 3 by 3 cubic foot pile of trash in the yard. the one thing that did upset me was that i didn't discover this until after i'd put a few plants in the ground and after many of the survivors from last year were at a stage where they really shouldn't be transplanted. too bad! we'll therefore have a go at container gardening, since it looks like some things might actually survive...
 
a person might find this morbid, but the strawberries seem not to have noticed they're in a crisper tray...
 
if we did not live in california, i might would think of buying at this point. being that we are, i can't wrap my head around paying a half a million dollars for something rivaling a mobile home. or in some cases, just the lot.
 
i'd just as soon rent forever and let the roof and the plumbing and all be someone else's problem. it isn't like a man's home is his castle anymore anyway, what with homeowner's associations and city ordinances constraining what one can do with your property in many cases. beyond the victory garden and the natives, i would love to investigate a grey water system and living machines and all of the other things i keep reading about on treehugger, but many of these things are just off limits unless you own your home.  and even then, there are places where you will get angry notes from your neighbors for attempting such things. what green renter resources i find are geared toward new yorkers, who seem to acknowledge that there are a lot of young people who lean green, and they're simply less likely to own the place they live in these big cities.
 
i mean, a new trash bin is one thing, but are there any landlords who'll let me run a pipe from the kitchen sink to it so i can get it good and nasty? ~ b
bright strangely



Last Updated: 9/1/2007

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