March 31, 2007

Attitude is Everything

There once was a woman who woke up one morning, looked in the mirror, and noticed she had only three hairs on head. Well," she said, "I think I'll braid my hair today?"

So she did.

And she had a wonderful day.


The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and saw that she had only two hairs on her head

. "H-M-M," she said, "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today?"

So she did.

And she had a grand day.


The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that she had only one hair on her head.

"Well," she said, "today I'm going to wear my hair in a pony tail."

So she did and she had a fun, fun day.


The next day she woke up, looked in the mirror and noticed that there wasn't a single hair on her head.

"YEA!" she exclaimed, "I don't have to fix my hair today!"

Thanks to my cousin Irene for sending the above in an email.

I've had a terrible attitude about this caregiving stuff lately.

But I did make it to exercise at Curves three times last week.

It's a start.

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March 30, 2007

to those who want to let Locke
off the hook

As usual, I'm late to the latest bloggery brouhaha, which is going on here and here and here.

What I have to say to Kathy Sierra and Ronni is that I have locked horns with Locke myself, and I have blogged about the battle. In this old post I say

I've never been one to follow a leader, and I've never understood the human attraction to cult personalities. But there certainly is something in some human natures that needs to feel blessed by someone that they have vested with only vaguely deserved wisdom.

I am thinking about this because of my current altercation with a current cult figure who, in emails to me, has called me a "passive-aggressive bitch" and "doctrinaire moralis" and has accused me of "disgruntled high-horse pretense of moral superiority" and "binary black and white filters." (Out of sheer perversity, I refuse to link to him. But he did start all of this by indicating on his weblog that he thinks I am a half-wit and an anal retentive.)

Now, in all fairness, in response to his blogassault on me, I commented somewhere that I do have something against schmucks who publicly harass former "beloveds" and who can dish out invectives out but can't take them. And, I have only pity and sympathy for narcissistic might have beens who seem to make a great effort to make sure the world at large sees them as emotionally stunted and psychologically deformed (by choice or circumstance -- it really doesn't matter) and then complain that people see them as emotionally stunted and psychologically deformed. In other words, as nasty schmucks.

OK. If you know about whom I'm blogging, I invite you to keep reading. If you don't, it doesn't matter. Move on. I have much more interesting posts to take up your time.

My retaliation to his assault was harsh and nasty. I tend to shoot back first, re-load, re-armor, and then look around to see what's happening. I don't like what's happening. But, before you get to be a Crone, you learn to be a warrior. I've never run from a fight, especially one that pits me against a cult figure who has pitted himself against me.

He is credited by some bloggers as their teacher -- someone who has given them permission to speak their hearts, their guts. In the words of Happy Harry Hardon, to "talk hard." That's wonderful. Everyone should know that they have permission to do that. Everyone should do that. I started when I was 17 and haven't stopped yet. To some, that makes me an aggressive bitch. (I absolutely don't agree with the "passive" tag!)

He has told me several times to "fuck off." And I replied that I don't"fuck off" (in the sense that he means it) that easily. I say that the time has come to diffuse cults of personality. We don't need self-perpetuating personalities to follow and defer to and seek blessings and approval from. People are people, even in Blogaria. Sometimes they behave like nasty schmucks, and when they do, they should be called on it. Sometimes they write like angels, and they should be applauded for that.

I say that it's time to invite all bare-assed emperors to climb off their self-constructed pedestals. The view from down here is kind of nasty.

You should go to that post and read the comments.

Somewhere in RageBoy's archives Is a photo of me onto which he photoshopped a paintball/bullet onto the middle of my forehead.

So in this old post I fantasize about an out and out battle. That post includes this image:

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I have noticed that Chris loves to instigate and then, when called to own up to the havoc and hurt that his adolescent sense of humor entices from others, he pulls out his back-pocket eloquence and..."sorry... misunderstood... never meant... it wasn't me....wasn't my fault...I would never........"

Early on, it was Lindsay, a young woman who Locke managed to harrass out of the blogosphere. And this I know for sure because she and I were in email contact long after she bowed out of the fray.

Not only does Locke not believe in deleting any obnoxious or threatening comments, he welcomes them. First Amendment, you know.

Locke doesn't purposely pick on individuals who can be easily intimidated. But, inevitably, some will cross his perverse path and, well, then what we have is a Lindsay or a Kathy.

In case you think I'm just anti-Chris Locke, I also have just as often posted praise for his other talents, such as in this post.

I'm just asking those who apologize (in the sense of apologetics) for Locke do a little research into his history of nastiness and give Kathy her deserved support.

So says this warrior Crone.

ADDENDUM AFTER THIS WAS POSTED:
Notice that I have not mentioned the other people who Kathy, in her bout of fear and loathing, thought might be some of her nasty commenters. I have never known any of those bloggers to be intentionally mean. But they are friends of Locke's who, at times, enable his hurtful antics, if only by not telling him to stop. Maybe they do tell him to stop and maybe he doesn't listen., I don't know.

But I do know that the photoshopped photo in the comments to Kathy's post and the photoshoped photo Locke did of my "headshot" (heh) seem somehow devised by the same kind of mind. I could be wrong, of course. And, lf I am, I'm sure someone out there will tell me.

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when the revolution comes...

Whenever my conservative Dad and I would argue politics, I would tell him: "When the revolution comes, you know what side I'll be on!"

The following piece in This Week makes me think the we're even closer to the time when there will be another Civil War in America:

Billionaires: When the super-rich get richer. 3/23/2007

“It should simply be called the green list,” said the Los Angeles Times in an editorial. Forbes magazine last week released its annual tally of the people with the most greenbacks, identifying a record 946 billionaires whose mega-fortunes can only leave the rest of us green with envy. For the 13th year in a row, Bill Gates (net worth, $56 billion) led the way, but this year’s list includes a record number of Chinese, Russians, and other foreigners. Noting that the number of billionaires is up nearly 20 percent over last year, Forbes declared this “the richest year ever in human history.” Excuse me for not celebrating, said Tony Hendra in Huffingtonpost.com. In America, the gap between rich and poor is only growing, while the net worth of the world’s 4 billion poorest souls actually dropped, to less than $35 dollars each. Those who demand more equitable distribution of wealth are often derided as socialists or “bleeding hearts.” But when a handful of tycoons makes more in a day than much of the world makes in a lifetime, it’s tempting to start humming the “Internationale.”

Perhaps we’d be less envious, said Gregg Easterbrook in the Los Angeles Times, if the super-rich were more charitable. Not counting the “sainted” Warren Buffett—who gave away $44 billion last year—the 60 leading American philanthropists donated $7 billion, out of their combined net worth of $584 billion. That’s a mere 1.2 percent of their vast fortunes. Multibillionaires such as software magnate Larry Ellison, eBay founder Pierre Omidyar, and even that great champion of equality, financier and liberal activist George Soros, all gave less than 1 percent. Consider that in his day, industrialist Andrew Carnegie gave away 78 percent of his net worth. Billionaires can use only so many yachts, cars, and estates. Which raises the question: “Why do the super-rich hoard?”

Read the rest to find out how such extravagant wealth is rationalized.

I don't care how anyone rationalizes the appropriateness of all that wealth being hoarded by those few monumentally wealthy individuals. There has to be a better way to set up an economic system where there is a more fair and humane distribution of what we all need to live safe, healthy, and fundamentally comfortable lives..

And speaking of potentially annihilating strife, the following excerpt is from Is Missile Defense Aimed at Russia? in This Week:

Russia is not angry about a nonexistent threat to its nuclear deterrent. It’s mad that a U.S. base will be another hindrance to a Russian invasion of Poland. No matter who’s in charge, “whether Ivan the Terrible, Joseph Stalin, or Vladimir Putin,” Russia always wants to conquer, to expand. With U.S. troops on Polish soil, Poland will be protected even more surely than by our membership in NATO. And the U.S. will be protected against incoming missiles from Iran or North Korea.

Finally, it's a

Bad Week For Queen-size beds, after a University of Vienna study found that when men slept alongside their female partners, they woke up the next day less rested and with impaired cognitive functions. “We were never meant to sleep in the same bed as each other,’’ a sleep expert said.

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March 28, 2007

my Subaru lament

I have loved my Subaru Outback Sedan from the day I bought it six and a half years ago, and until now, it has given me no trouble.

I have tried several places -- including my Subaru dealer -- in hopes of finding out why the battery is dead after the car sits in the garage for more than two days. It has done that five times already even though I've gotten obsessive about making sure that I haven't left anything turned on.

So, the first thing I did, of course, was have a new battery put in. When that didn't fix the problem, I took it to a local repair garage, where they "tested" the charging system and couldn't find anything wrong.

OK,. I figured, I'll take it to the Subaru place. I told them what was happening and asked them to please check every possible source of the problem. They told me the same thing the other garage did and gave me a copy of a "computer printout" to prove it.

Well, duh. Wrong, again.

It's a good thing my brother has a battery charger. Meanwhile, I'm trying to remember to start my car every day and run it for a good five minutes.

I"m assuming that there's a short in some wire somewhere. Now the challenge is to find a garage that will go through the trouble of checking out the wiring in detail.

Of course, I could buy a new car. (I kinda like the Hyundai Tucson). But, for now, I'm still looking for someone who who is persistent enough to track down the loose wire (or whatever).

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March 27, 2007

time for Harper's Hooey

The hokey news you know you want to know excerpted from here.

Czech President Vaclav Klaus said that a new “anti-greenhouse religion” had replaced Communism as the paramount threat to global freedom. “This ideology preaches earth and nature, and under the slogans of their protection--similarly to the old Marxists--wants to replace the free and spontaneous evolution of mankind by a sort of central, now global, planning of the whole world.”[Reuters via the San Diego Union Tribune.]

In Beijing, weather officials were now using the word “mai,” meaning “haze,” to denote a denser concentration of pollutants than “wu,” which means “fog,”[The Economist] and Taiwan's freeway bureau closed 600 yards of highway in Yunlin County in preparation for a massive migration of milkweed butterflies.[AP via Yahoo! News]

Celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck announced that his restaurants would no longer serve foie gras, but that he would continue to slice lobsters in half without first stunning them.

In her denial of an application for divorce filed by a battered Muslim woman, a female judge in Frankfurt, Germany, quoted a verse of the Koran that suggests husbands may beat unchaste wives. “It's a religious thing,” she explained.[The Sun]

After it was discovered that he was drinking the blood and eating the flesh of their young women, a man named Black Jesus was captured by villagers in Papua New Guinea.[Fox News]

Four teachers in Xhyre, Albania, were censured after their students caught them drinking and having sex behind a blackboard. “I saw them acting shamefully,” said fourth-grader Elton Cuka to the Shqip daily. “Would you call someone a teacher,” asked Xhevahir Hohxa, a father, “who drinks raki at ten in the morning and gets drunk and chases the schoolgirls?”[Reuters via Scotsman]

To test the integrity of ten local hospitals, journalists in Hangzhou, China, replaced their urine samples with tea; six of the hospitals diagnosed the reporters with urinary tract infections.[Reuters via Yahoo! Lifestyle]

Families of victims of the World Trade Center attacks filed an affidavit that accused New York City of using the remains of the dead to pave roads and fill potholes.[Reuters via Yahoo! News]

As far as the last item is concerned, I have to say that it just sounds like some people are stretching their rationale for trying to get some big and not-necessarily-deserved money. Oh, yes, I assume that what they mean with "pave roads and fill potholes" is that there are some human remains mixed in with all of the debris from that horrific event, and that the whatever has been bulldozed and carted off is being recycled into reconstruction materials.

Seems like an appropriate thing to do, as far as I'm concerned.

After all, we all become dust and debris in the end. Perhaps what better way is there to memorialize those who imploded into what was left of those mighty Towers than to incorporate what miniscule pieces that are left of their structure into the infrastructure of that might City. Just as their memory becomes part of the City's legacy, so does their matter.

Ever think of that??

Of course, growing up in a funeral home, I have no illusions about dead bodies. Dust. Dirt. Debris. Cremate me and fertiize a calla lily.

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March 26, 2007

grace and spunk

Sounds like a comedy team, but that's not what it is at all.

Marian Van Eyk McCain is a woman of great passion for life. And, at this point in her life she is devoted especially to women determined to age with grace and spunk.

An author of several books, both fiction and non-fiction, she maintains a website at www.elderwoman.org, which includes a periodic newsletter. I found her through Time Goes By, and, when I subscribed to her newsletter, she asked me to write a piece for it about why I blog.

So I did.

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March 25, 2007

this caregiving rollercoaster

A day of intelligent, thoughtful, funny, silly, intimate, non-confrontational discussion and conversation with close women friends, and now I'm back in hell on earth.

Argumentative and malcontented for decades, he thinks being such is normal, and so he doesn't understand the symptomatic convergence of depression and dementia. And she has both. He insists on getting her off her depression medication. I disagree. She is not on medication for dementia for other health reasons.

I no longer have the energy to keep arguing with him over her care. And so I just have to deal with watching her again slip into feeling constantly sad and fearful. At least the anti-depression meds alleviated that a little.

She is becoming increasingly afraid to be alone. She follows me everywhere, keeps asking me whether I'm going out anywhere. "Where are you going? Where are you going? Where are you going? Don't leave me."

I try to dance with her every night, since it's the one thing that seems to relax her anxious mind. She follows intuitively, seems to get into some kind of "zone."

She gets very agitated when he and I argue, and so I've decided to become a rope. "You can't push a rope."

I let him go on criticizing me and just ignore the criticism. I just nod my head when he tries to bait me into a row. If he starts shouting, I leave. Go into my room and close the door. I leave him to deal with the my mother's upset.

This is not how it has to be. But this is how he makes it.

This post is not only my venting. It is documentation.

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March 21, 2007

restless legs cause gambling

Well, not restless legs per se, but the medication that's prescribed for RLS.

The unintentional development of a compulsive gambling disorder after a medical treatment is discussed in a new case report from the Mayo Clinic. Although the extent of the problem is unknown, treatment of a particular neurological syndrome with medications that stimulate dopamine receptors in the brain appear to trigger the disorder.

[snip]

According to the study, the disorder occurs only in a small number of RLS patients treated with drugs called dopamine agonists. Considering this potential side effect of dopamine agonists, the Mayo Clinic authors suggest that physicians screen all RLS patients for compulsive behaviors while taking a thorough medical history prior to prescribing dopamine agonists.

My restless legs are the kind that make me want to dance or run away from home, and I don't need any medication for those. And the only compulsive behavior I have is eating too many carbs.

So, tomorrow my restless legs are taking me out of town for an overnight visit with my women friends for our annual shared birthday dinner. The birthdays of all six of us fall between the end of February and the beginning of April. So we celebrate together in March. And this year I certainly will indulge my carb compulsion.

And, while I'm in the area, I'm going to see if the Subaru dealer from whom I bought my car 6.5 years ago can figure out why, even with a new battery, the electrical system goes kaput if I don't drive it for four days. So far, no one else has been able to find the drain on the battery.

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March 20, 2007

taking the Curves with a smile

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Well, I finally made it -- my first visit to Curves for Women, where I was showed how to use the eight or so machines. I loved the place -- energetic disco music blaring, behind which a female voice gave instructions on when to leave one machine and go to another and when to check your heart rate. Two other women, probably a little younger than I, were also there, going through the same routine that I was learning.

In thirty minutes, you work your way around the circle of machines three times, taking your rhythm from the music and the instructional voice. In thirty minutes, I had worked up a good sweat and my heart rate up to 22 beats in 10 seconds. And I felt great.

I was gone from the house for only an hour and fifteen minutes. Theoretically, I should be able to do that at least twice a week.

But that requires cooperation from my sibling, who will need to stay with my mother. We'll see.

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March 19, 2007

while I'm on the subject of pets

This is one of those things that most internet surfers probably have already seen. But I just found it.

So, if you're like me and get a kick out of the differences between dogs and cats, go here and read excerpts from the diaries of each.

For some reason, my mom likes to watch the Dog Whisperer. I have to admit that I'm fascinated by how he gets just about any kind of dog to behave and obey its owner.

What kind of person would be able to get cats to do that? A Feline Mind-Melder?

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March 18, 2007

how I've changed
between VietNam and now

I sat and listened to Staff Sgt. Frank Wuterich tell his story on tonight's 60 Minutes, the story of how in Haditha, Iraq, he and his squad were doing what they had been trained to do: responding to a perceived threat with legitimate force.

The VietNam War, with its various My Lai-type atrocities, made many of us peaceniks so angy that we too easily ignored the fact that both the perpetrators and the murdered were victims. Between now and then, we have learned more about how our soldiers are "brainwashed" into being amoral killing machines.

Apparently, it all began after the World War II, when United States Army lieutenant colonel named S. L. A. Marshall wrote "Men Against Fire: The Problem of Battle Command in Future War." I got the information about Marshall's suggestions from a chilling article by Dan Baum that appeared in The New Yorker on July 5, 2004 and appears on the Not In Our Name website. That article includes the follwing:

"We are reluctant to admit that essentially war is the business of killing," Marshall wrote, while the soldier himself "comes from a civilization in which aggression, connected with the taking of life, is prohibited and unacceptable." The Army, having just fought the Second World War, embraced Marshall's findings.

Within months, Army units were receiving a "Revised Program of Instruction," which instituted many of Marshall's doctrines. It was no longer sufficient to teach a man to shoot a target; the Army must also condition him to kill, and the way to do it, paradoxically, was to play down the fact that shooting equals killing. "We need to free the rifleman's mind with respect to the nature of targets," Marshall wrote. A soldier who has learned to squeeze off careful rounds at a target will take the time, in combat, to consider the humanity of the man he is about to shoot. Along with conventional marksmanship, soldiers now acquired the skill of "massing fire" against riverbanks, trees, hillcrests, and other places where enemy soldiers might lurk. "The average firer will have less resistance to firing on a house or tree than upon a human being," Marshall added. Once the Army put his notions into practice, they bore spectacular results. By the time of the Vietnam War, according to internal Army estimates, as many as ninety per cent of soldiers were shooting back. And some were paying a price.

If you Google "American soldiers trained to kill," you'll get lots of additional enlightening articles.

As I've said before on this blog, war requires testosterone stirred to the extreme.

I have come to believe that what Sgt. Frank Wuterich needs and deserves is not a court martial, but rather intense deprogramming and compassionate psychotherapy. You might want to listen to this.

Actually, what the major leaders of this country also need and deserve are intense deprogramming and psychotherapy (with or without compassion).

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I hope all pet owners heard the news

There's a major recall of canned cat and dog food manufactured by Menu Foods. Go here to see the extensive list of pet food brands that are being recalled.

Menu Foods press release on this issue begins with this:

Menu Foods Income Fund (the "Fund") (TSX:MEW.UN) today announced the precautionary recall of a portion of the dog and cat food it manufactured between December 3, 2006 and March 6, 2007. The recall is limited to "cuts and gravy" style pet food in cans and pouches manufactured at two of the Fund's United States facilities. These products are both manufactured and sold under private-label and are contract-manufactured for some national brands.

Over the past several days, the Fund has received feedback in the United States (none in Canada) raising concerns about pet food manufactured since early December, and its impact on the renal health of the pets consuming the products. Shortly after receipt of the first complaint, the Fund initiated a substantial battery of technical tests, conducted by both internal and external specialists, but has failed to identify any issues with the products in question. The Fund has, however, discovered that timing of the production associated with these complaints, coincides with the introduction of an ingredient from a new supplier. The Fund stopped using this ingredient shortly after this discovery and production since then has been undertaken using ingredients from another source.

As my luck would have it, I feed my cat one of the recalled brands. She also eats dry cat food. But she's been acting kind of funny lately -- as though she's not feeling well. You know, hiding under the bed, throwing up, not drinking much water.....

The cats who have been reported as ill from eating the cat food in question (some of whom have died) have all experienced renal failure.

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I threw out her canned cat food, and I'm keeping an eye on my Calli. Of course, she's not hard to miss; she weighs almost 20 pounds!

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March 17, 2007

the blarney of St. Paddy

If you read this blog, you know how much I'm enamored of mythology and how easy it is to trace just about all Christian myths to more ancient sources.

It's St. Patrick's Day, and you might not know that the purported St. Patrick was born in Scotland of two Roman parents, which makes him actually Italian.

It's St. Patrick's Day, and the following statements are excerpted from here:

Today we raise a glass of warm green beer to a fine fellow, the Irishman who didn't rid the land of snakes, didn't compare the Trinity to the shamrock, and wasn't even Irish. St. Patrick, who died 1,507, 1,539, or 1,540 years ago today—depending on which unreliable source you want to believe—has been adorned with centuries of Irish blarney. Innumerable folk tales recount how he faced down kings, negotiated with God, tricked and slaughtered Ireland's reptiles.

New Age Christians revere Patrick as a virtual patron saint. Patrick co-opted Druid symbols in order to undermine the rival religion, fusing nature and magic with Christian practice. The Irish placed a sun at the center of their cross. "St. Patrick's Breastplate," Patrick's famous prayer (which he certainly did not write) invokes the power of the sun, moon, rocks, and wind, as well as God. (This is what is called "Erin go hoo-ha.")

And, to have some fun with St. Patrick trivia, go here.

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March 16, 2007

instead of Curves, a bird ballet

Three inches of snow already. No going out today.

Instead we sit by the window and watch what seems like every bird in the neighborhood gorging in anticipation of also being snowed in. Or snowed out.

So much for revving up for spring.

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My Unitarian Jihad Name

Thanks to Doug's Dynamic Drivel for pointing me to this.

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Spikey Mace of Patience.

Get yours.

The need for this Jihad is being promoted by Jon Carroll at SFGate.com, where he posts the first communique from a group calling itself Unitarian Jihad.

Included in the communique are statements such as these:

We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity notes for the record that he does not have a moral code but is nevertheless a good person, and Unexalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness stipulates that Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity is a good person, and this is to be reflected in the minutes.

Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.

[SNIP]

Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some Congress members and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against Revolutionary Principles, and Brother Gatling Gun of Patience was remanded to the Sunday Flowers and Banners committee.

Put your tongue in your cheek and go and read the whole thing.

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March 15, 2007

misty moisty morning

One misty moisty morning
when cloudy was the weather
I chanced to meet an old man
clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
and I began to grin.
How do you do?
And how do you do?
And how do you do, again.?

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It is that kind of morning, and I sit by the window outside my mother's bedroom and think of that nursery rhyme I used to sing to b!X when he was a toddler. I don't know where we first heard it. On Captain Kangaroo, I think.

This is the kind of day I always loved as a kid. I could curl up on the couch and read and nap all day. I could just lie there and let my mind wander, create those magical lands to which I could escape.

Although it is misty and moisty, it is not that kind of day here.

My mother had a bad night last night, tossing, turning, wrapping herself in her blanket. A hint of shroud.

She tends to sleep on her side, and she puts pressure on the nerve bundles at her shoulders. Her bones are fragile, and we can't help wondering if she fractured something. She hurts at that spot at the tip of her shoulder and down her arm. We prop her up in bed so that she can lie on her back, put pillows under her knees. Her hands and feet are cold, and we turn on the electric blanket. I heat up the mirowaveable packs I made (filled with millet) and place one on each shoulder. We give her tea with honey. I think she's dehydrated. She falls asleep.

I'm supposed to start my exercise program at Curves tomorrow. It's the one thing I really need to do for myself. I really need to do that.

Her breathing is so shallow that I have to watch very closely to make sure that I can see her chest rise and fall.

I sit by the window on this misty moisty morning. The snow has melted everywhere but on the lake. I notice that we have a few new finches stopping by the feeders. The squirrels, annoyed that we have put a baffle above the bird feeder, have taken to climibng up the window screen to get to the suet cage. I look up and one is splayed, belly to my face, across the screen. They are supremely persisent.

Yesterday, I started going through my seed packets, hoping to get a head start on spring.

Today I sit by the window and envy the persistence of squirrels.

I hear a noise and see my mother standing in the doorway. She looks better. She has the persistence of squirrels.

Not relevant to anything here, today is the Ides of March.

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March 14, 2007

how superman really flies


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odd news bits from Harper's Tuesday

Check here for links to sources and for more scary news.

When accused of stealing lingerie from a shop, a German man told a court that his elf alter ego may have been to blame,[BBCnews.com] and a woman in Boston was suing Planned Parenthood and two doctors for childrearing costs after finding out she was still pregnant following an abortion.[Boston Globe]

A Pennsylvania mother pled guilty to swinging her infant son like a bat to hit her boyfriend,[AP via CNN.com] and after stabbing his wife multiple times a Connecticut man gave the knife to his son and said, “Now you stab mommy.”[AP via CNN.com]

A study claimed that girls shown videos of women suffering from eating disorders became more likely to view these women as “very pretty” and thought it would be “nice to look like” them,[Reuters] and low-dose estrogen and progesterone birth control pills were reported to reduce ovarian cancer risk.[Reuters]

The Navy was researching an electromagnetic beam that would penetrate walls and cause people to fall over and vomit.[Wired.com]

A human rights group in Israel accused the country's army of using Palestinians, including an 11-year-old girl, as human shields,[BBCnews.com] and the Israeli ambassador to El Salvador was recalled after police found him in the embassy, drunk and naked except for bondage gear, with a rubber ball stuffed in his mouth.[BBCnews.com]

A man in England who had demonstrated against cartoons of the prophet Muhammad was found guilty of soliciting murder.[BBCnews.com]

The United Nations announced that Afghanistan's yield of heroin poppies rose 25 percent last year.[BBCnews.com]

Osama bin Laden turned fifty.[Reuters via CNN.com]

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March 13, 2007

caught between

caught between changes -- time, season, care. cold in head. warm on mountain. need to sleep. need to care. sleep wins. care always there. caught between.

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March 12, 2007

President Bush afficted with NPD

You might have seen this already, but I just found it.

Posted on Blog for America is Allan Schnaiberg's (Professor of Sociology & Faculty Associate, Institute for Policy Research at Northwestern University) psychiatric assessment of our afflicted president.

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March 11, 2007

real women have....

Yes, I know. The expected subsequent word is "curves," and I was going to post about having an appointment tomorrow morning to sign up at "Curves for Women" so that I can get myself on an exercise program.

But that was before I checked over at a blog from Saudi Arabia written by an American woman who lives there. If you haven't found Sand Gets In My Eyes yet, you're missing out not only on some excellent writing, but even more important, on a perspective on that country that is both honest and personal.

Her post Is Phyllis Chesler Right? is infuriating because it's so honest, so correct (although not politically), and links over to an even more infuriating article in the Times Online by Chesler entitled How My Eyes Were Opened to the Barbarity of Islam.

Now, I have been a fan of Chesler since I read Women and Madness at a time in my life when I was both mad/angry and wondering if I were going mad/crazy. That book helped to launch me into the heart of feminism.

Just as I can't understand how savvy, smart women can tolerate the demeaning attitude toward them from the Catholic and other "Christian" churces, I have never been able to understand how anyone with an ounce of humanity in them keep finding excuses for the way women are treated in so many of the Islam-based cultures. I find it infuriating.

And so do Lori of Sand in My Eyes and Chesler of the long list of
publications challenging women to stand up and men to wake up.

I'm not going to quote from either of them here because both of their pieces (see third paragraph above for links) should be read whole.

I continue not to understand why the most "religious" people totally ignore the Golden Rule.

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March 10, 2007

Heroine from the Hellmouth

I'm still a big fan on hers, even though her television series ended three years ago after a seven year run.

Buffy slayed more than vampires; she destroyed gender stereotypes and earned a well-deserved spot on the altar of feminist archetypes..

Today is the 10th anniversary of the series premiere, and b!X has a timely (it is Women's History Month, after all) post about the legacy left by Buffy the Vampire Slayer that includes the following:

"It's about power," proclaims The First Evil in the seventh season's premier episode. By the time the season, and the series along with it, comes to an end, Buffy proclaims to a room full of girls denied such power by long-dead men who were afraid to fight their own battles: "I say my power should be our power."

And suddenly, the series breaks open its long-standing metaphor, of Buffy representing any girl or woman working her way to her own particular power, and shows the point of it all more blatantly and unapologetically than it ever had before.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer always was about one character saying to girls and women in her audience, "My power is your power." Fitting, then, that in the end the series found a way, within its own mythology, to dramatize for us what that meant. To make her power their power.

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March 09, 2007

67 is not an important number

Some people think that 6 is an important number. And 7 is also an important number. But 67 doesn't mean anything except to me. I will be 67 on Sunday.

67 years on earth, an earth that changed drastically over those six and a half plus decades. I'm sure you've gotton those emails detailing the way we were back in those olden days -- before television, before polio vaccinations, before wireless telephones.....

A couple of years ago, I read a piece in the Albany NY newspaper that chronicled the history of my generation from a perspective that many share. I blogged excerpts back then, and I have gotten permission from the author to post the article here in its entirety. The author left out some things I might have put in, and put in some things I, personally, would have phrased and emphasized differently. I share it here because I think many of my generation feel the way this author feels about the past we have all shared.

This fall, I will be going to my 50th (now there's a significant number) reunion of my graduating class from a co-ed Catholic high school. From past reunions, and from the growing list on Classmates.com, I can see that I -- atheist, divorcee, vocal feminist -- will most likely be the ranking odd ball.

For what it's worth, I think they would share the following perspective on the past 67 years:

2005: My Generation is Going Gold by Silvio Laccetti Professor of Humanities at Stevens Institute of Technology, Hoboken, NJ

We are the smallest generation. Once called the silent generation, we are the pivotal generation of the last 60 years. We are the Rock' n Roll Generation, born from 1940 through 1945. My generation. This New Year, 2005, the first of our number arrives at the golden age of 65.

Sandwiched between the Greatest Generation and the Baby Boomers, we occupy our own high place in America's social history. We have served as foundation builders in key areas of American life, and we have cemented the social structure of the last 35 years. Our generation is recognized by many names.

Of course, as the Rock 'n Roll Generation, we discovered and popularized the music that radically changed popular culture. In the early 50s, proto-rock 'n rollers found the moondog music of black artists on obscure R&B stations. "Rock" became a cultural attitude, infusing the arts, theatre and even politics. We were the first modern generation of rebels, albeit rebels without a cause. We said rock and roll would never die and, for better or worse, it hasn't.

Clearly, my generation is also the Atomic Generation, closely identified with the 1950s and their epochal changes. Domestic joy and tranquility contrasted with apocalyptic visions of annihilation.

On November 1, 1952, the U.S. exploded the first H bomb. Soon afterwards, fantasies of total destruction were regularly projected in film and slide shows in school auditoriums throughout the land. I can still remember the fear that gripped us while watching endless replays of that nuclear detonation. Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

Luckily our trusted teachers taught us what to do. We learned to duck!

The Atomic Age was the most fearful aspect of a more generalized pathology -- continuous, unpredictable Cold War. Brutal, atheistic communists ravaged our generation's reality. To combat this threat, most institutions, including Hollywood and even the government, itself turned to the only help left- God.

The first Cold War Generation learned more about religion through popular culture than they did by any other means. GOD was inserted in the Pledge of Allegiance in 1954. Biblical themed epics bounded at the movie shows and nobody objected. The last significant one of this genre- for us- was titled The Greatest Story Ever Told (1965). Everyone seemed to know He had the whole world in His hands.

As we matured into adolescence we became the Space Age Generation. When the Soviet Union beat us in the space race with their launch of Sputnik in 1957, we were to be the vanguard protectors of the free world. We began preparing for careers in astronomy, physics and rocket science (Science!) math and, of course, engineering. Excitement and challenge were in the air.

We reached for the moon and we helped the nation to get there. We seemed to be reaching for God, climbing a stairway to heaven. But down that stairway had come the Roswell aliens, and others from the dark side of the moon were on their way.

To be sure, not all our generational foundations were unsettling. We were the TV Generation, enjoying a pleasant life in black and white. We were learning to live vicariously as most people do now through technology.

In one special institution (for boys only at first) we lived actively and vicariously as well. We were the founding generation of Little League. Put me in coach, I'm ready to play.

Because we passed through so many mini-revolutions we were also the cement that binds much of our society together. We went from the 78 rpm record to the DVD recorder disc, from the typewriter to the Palm pilot.

Passing through these developments makes my generation a source of wisdom which is a valuable social cohesive never to be overlooked by younger people. We have been and are that proverbial bridge over troubled waters.

My generation was gut-wrenched into maturity in November, 1963 during the long days of national mourning for President Kennedy. Mature, melancholy and morose, our momentum as generational leaders of change quickly ebbed. Our place was taken by Baby Boomers all too ready and too eager to begin their work.

If 1963 was a year of innocence lost, 1965 was the pivotal year for America and our last year as "leaders of the new generation". In truth, we were ready to abdicate. The face and course of America was to change forever in that fateful year.

A short list of events in that single year includes: the great escalation to war in Viet Nam; the shocking urban riots in Watts; a renewed but combative Civil Rights movement; Urban Renewal; the new Immigration Act. Out with the old, in with the new!

In New York City, the last great World's Fair closed its gates and in November, the lights went out in the city. My generation was not the one that turned them on again.

Forty years later, it's 2005 and most of us are staying alive (oops). Thanks to new attitudes toward seniors and second careers, and with continued help from medical advances we remain an undeniable part of America's future. As veterans of four decades of change in which America became the sole world super power we still have much to contribute. We will not fade away.

Maybe 67 isn't an important number, but along the way during these 67 years, I have lived through some identity-challenging events in both the Big Picture and LIttle Picture. Unlike some, I have shed my skin several times along the way, re-inventing myself to suit my needs at the time.

And so it goes.

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March 08, 2007

these nine women

Ida B. Wells Barnett, antilynching activist
Mother Jones, an advocate for coal miners
Dr. Alice Hamilton, a proponent of workers' rights in the chemical industry
Frances Perkins, who helped establish Social Security
Virginia Durr, who fought to end poll taxes
Septima Poinsette Clark, an advocate for the rights of black voters
Dolores Huerta, farmworker organizer
Dr. Helen Rodriguez-Trias, a reproductive rights activist
Gretchen Buchenholz, a child advocate

It is Women's History Day in Women's History Month.

As I listened to my NPR station driving back from my daughter's yesterday, the host of one of the programs was interviewing Al Gore's daughter, Karenna Gore Schiff, the author of Lighting the Way: Nine Women Who Changed Modern America

Schiff had chosen the nine women she wrote about because these women not only had a strong sense of women's rights and a devotion to making social change; while they were trying to change their world, they aslo took care of family and friends.

As my grandson revs up to start Kindergarten in the fall, I think of all of the children whose parents can't/don't have the time, resources, energy, expertise, will (or all of those) to help their kids love to learn even before they start school.

Gretchen Buchenholz has devoted her life to to helping those who need a helping hand, especially kids.

In an article Karenna Gore Schiff wrote for Readers Digest, she tells about meeting Buchenholz for the first time:

After I married and moved to New York, I began hearing about Gretchen Buchenholz. People told me how this native New Yorker and mother of six had worked on behalf of needy and marginalized families for years in the city, and how she was a hands-on, skilled advocate. She did everything from buy groceries for homeless families to start schools for children. In 1974 she founded Merricat's Castle, a nursery school that opened its doors to kids of all racial and economic backgrounds, the able-bodied as well as those with disabilities or terminal illnesses. (It's still going strong.)

She also ran a soup kitchen for the homeless and worked on behalf of children born with HIV, helping to get the care they needed from the moment they tested positive. I thought, I want to meet this person. Still, I felt a little intimidated. What would she be like? She was a pioneer, after all. And what had I really done in my own life to compare?

Having been brought up to value public service as well as family, Schiff understands the motivation of women such as those nine above to reach out and mother the world. In her Readers Digest piece, she says:

Growing up as the daughter of Al and Tipper Gore, I'd always known my work would involve helping others in some way. When I was 11, my mom, sisters and I were walking in downtown Washington, D.C., when we passed a group of homeless people in tattered overcoats, sleeping on grates. My sisters and I asked my mom why people were out on the street like that. She replied, "Actually, we should try to help them," and then marched us over to a nearby soup kitchen to volunteer. The idea of becoming part of the solution to a problem stuck with me.

I, who for the time being, am constrained by caregiving, wonder what small thing I might be doing, the effects of which would be felt beyond this mountain. I guess I'll never know.

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March 04, 2007

Respite

That's what I need, and that's what I'm going to get -- two days two nights visiting my four and a half year old grandson. Leaving tomorrow morning to include shopping at Lee Outlet in Massachusetts, where there's no sales tax on clothes.

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art, technique, and politics

19-year old Kristina Costa won Best of Show in the Skidmore College Student Art Exhibit with her 6-foot high portrait of Dumbya. She updates it regularly, having to do it at the Gallery since the piece has become too heavy for her to carry. Why updates? Cuz it's made entirely of small plastic toy soldiers, one for each sevice member fatality in Iraq.

Go here to see a photo of her work of conscience.

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March 03, 2007

the week that was

News you don't get otherwise, excerpted from The Week:

Good Week For Outsourcing, after a Chinese man advertised for a woman to serve as a stand-in for his mistress, so his angry wife could beat her up. He offered 3,000 yuan ($400) for 10 minutes of being pummeled. Ten women have applied.

Bad Week For Rural humor, after a Maryland legislator proposed a ban on "bumper nuts," outsize plastic testicles that wry pickup-truck owners have taken to affixing to their trailer hitches. "It's a pretty serious problem," said Delegate LeRoy Myers Jr. "You have body parts hanging from the hitches of cars. We've crossed a line."

America isn’t the only place where science is under siege, said Nicolien den Boer in Amsterdam’s Radionetherlands.nl. Muslim creationists are waging a stealth campaign to try to make Europeans doubt the truth of evolution. They have blitzed European schools with copies of an 800-page Islamic textbook called The Atlas of Creation. The Turkish author, Harun Yahya, holds that Darwin’s theory “is responsible for all the evil in the world, including international terrorism.”

NATO member Latvia said this week it would pull most of its troops out of Iraq by the summer, to free up forces for the fight in Afghanistan. Baltic neighbor and fellow NATO member Lithuania quickly followed suit. Latvia currently has 125 soldiers in Iraq and 36 in Afghanistan; Lithuania has 53 in Iraq and 120 in Afghanistan. Three Latvian soldiers have died in Iraq since joining the coalition forces in May 2003.

Then, of course, there was the program I watched on the History Channel , which will be on again tonight, that sets a possible end time for news as we know it:

There are prophecies and oracles from around the world that all seem to point to December 21, 2012 as doomsday. The ancient Mayan Calendar, the medieval predictions of Merlin, the Book of Revelation and the Chinese oracle of the I Ching all point to this specific date as the end of civilization. A new technology called "The Web-Bot Project" makes massive scans of the internet as a means of forecasting the future... and has turned up the same dreaded date: 2012. Skeptics point to a long history of "Failed Doomsdays", but many oracles of doom throughout history have a disturbingly accurate track record. As the year 2012 ticks ever closer we'll speculate if there are any reasons to believe these doomsayers.

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March 02, 2007

gin-soaked raisins

When my cousins visited for my mother's birthday last month, some of my female cousins and I got into a conversation about our various remedies for arthritis. All of us females on my mother's side of the family are afflicted with it.

Noni juice was the preferred tonic of one cousin, who has carpal tunnel as well as joints in her hands that tend to swell. White raisins soaked in gin was the preventive another cousin suggested. In my refrigerator is a jar filled with raisins soaking in gin. If the effective ingredient in that concoction has something to do with the sulfides/sulfites used to make the raisins golden, I'm out of luck because I use organic raisins (I have a sensitivity to sulfites). If it's the juniper berries in the gin, along with the health benefits of raisins, it just might work.

Over the years, I have found sulfur-based compounds good for a variety of afflictions. The best salve for a pimple breakout was a prescription ointment I had years ago that had a sulfur base.

These days, my vitamin shake that I take every day includes my addition of a teaspoon of MSM powder. Go here for more information about Methylsulfonylmethane (MSM). My arthritis symptoms are minimal.

My grandmother, who grew all kinds of (what we thought were) weeds in her back yard that she soaked in 100 proof alcohol and used for various ailments, including arthritis, also was given injections of gold for her swollen joints.

I wish I had paid more attention to my grandmother's "old wives" remedies when she was alive. But I was a teenager and had other priorities.

I wonder what she would have thought about gin-soaked raisins.

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