Frogs

  • Greenfrog_1

  • Frogs and Ravens 1.0
    The original version of this blog.

Animal

  • Feet as Landscape
    Studies in animal life, including human.

Vegetable

  • Blue-Grey Mushrooms
    Visual explorations of the botanical world

Food

  • Krispy Kremes
    That which nourishes us

Curios

  • Name Tag
    A miscellany of oddities, not unlike an old-fashioned curiosity cabinet.

Sun, Moon, Stars

  • Twilight
    The celestial bodies that surround our planet

Mineral

  • Sandstone Steps
    Representatives from the geological world.

Crafts

  • Plied Tencel Yarn
    When creativity strikes...

Motion

  • Shisa Plane
    The technologies of movement

Shelter

  • Pinecone Lamps
    The spaces we inhabit

Scape

  • Marsh
    Landscape, vista, place... this category is meant to contain them all.

Air, Fire, Water

  • Monsoon
    The forces of entropy and beauty at work

Travel

  • Fleece Fair 2007 - Booty
    Whereever you go, there you are...

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March 2005

2005.03.31

Rambling Spring Post

I've been feeling slight jet-lagged this week; during the "break" I had to come in to work an hour and a half earlier than usual, then I stayed up until about 2am for several nights over the weekend, and now I'm back on my usual schedule.  More or less.  I've been feeling rather scatter-brained and prone to procrastination as a result; here's hoping I can get myself back on a more even keel.  I do not do well when my waking/sleeping schedule varies from day to day.

I've been thinking about buying some seeds but am fearful that it's getting to late in the season to plant them.  Mostly I've been hung up by the wide array of interesting choices in the seed catalogs, and by the countervailing forces of (a) not enough space -- I'm looking at container gardening here, so I can't go too nuts and (b) uncertain summer schedule.  Will we be staying in the area another year?  Will D. be hired elsewhere and thus we won't?  How feasible is it to stuff containers of plants in a U-Haul?

What I'm leaning toward are beans, tomatoes, a pepper, amaranth, nasturtiums, sunflowers, and maybe an indigo plant or a correopsis (for dyeing experiments).  Maybe some strawberries.  And a melon or cucumber or squash would be nice too, but those tend to be huge sprawling plants, so it probably won't happen.  First, though, I think I need to go to the store and see how much a giant plastic bin is going to run me before I get too insane with the seed buying.

Other chores... cleaning the apartment.  Going to the laundromat so I can clean the heavy winter clothes and put them away.  Taxes.  Belated holiday knitting and a birthday something for my nephew.  Getting back to work labelling and sorting the pictures in iPhoto.  Buying a flea trap.  Mopping the floors.

On a more fun front, things I'd like to do more of:  spinning cotton and buying more tencel-merino to spin; yoga; regaining my rusty recorder skills; practicing Japanese again; rebuilding my guitar callouses; going hiking; going to the Chocolate Exhibit at the local museum; checking out music from the library and books on tablet weaving.

How is it that I work four days a week and still don't have enough time for all this?

2005.03.30

Search String Story

Profgrrrrl has a wonderful new writing exercise/meme.  You collect search strings that brought people to your site, then construct a story out of them.  She suggests that you can adjust punctuation as needed.  I didn't, which accounts for some of the awkward phrasing here.  I also decided to challenge myself by using the strings in the exact order in which they occurred.  All of them are from today.

Watch out for the ravens; I hear them at night over the sound of the neighbor's barking dog kill kill kill they cry!  In no way do their caws seem like gentle folksy sayings.  These are perverse birds; shaving sex/japan, the ravens seem to murmur in the trees at night.  Or maybe I'm hallucinating; sometimes I dream that I see -- arranged in a Jamie Lee Curtis face shape no less -- frogs. Problems to be sure!

On such nights, when I stay up beyond all reason, I find myself asking questions like, what are the calories in hard liquor? And I find myself answering, the frogs know.  They always know.

Managing journal citations using Filemaker -- how does one do that?  Who would know?  Frogs.

I try to calm my nerves by doing kumihimo.  I try to diagnose my mental state by taking an aura quiz.  I wonder what it means, that I am a person who dreams about trolls screaming in all caps, HEART MURMUR AND DENTAL PROCEDURE PROP!

I flip on the television, and watch coverage of the ravens 2005 comp, but to my horror, the announcers sound like frogs -- like croaking frogs ravens croaking...  I must be going mad.  The sports coverage has shifted to a spinning basketball fingers "how to" program, but all I hear is the croaking of the frogs.  The frogs!

I cradle my troubled head, aching from its throbbing sinuses, and I think, "santa ana winds".  That's the reason I'm up too late, looking up facts about "victoria's secret pink" on the internet.  I should be doing something soothing, like sleeping or spinning silk, not stressing out about the pie chart [of the] u.s. budget, or wondering about what a xuan wu pen might look like.  Yet still I keep clicking through this unending online tales liberry, feeling freaked out anew by the gingerbread man lowermybills has trapped in a condom-like beaker of goo. 

Outside, in the pond frogs frogs -- Oh, my head hurts, stop croaking, you frogs!  If you keep this up, my picture's going to be the first one that you see when you go to take the bitch quiz!  Or I'll end up in the looney bin, staring at the strange drawings I've made on the walls:  frogs bug pictures a cartoon of ravens taking the bitch quiz, everywhere pictures of ravens!  Of frogs!  Lots of madly croaking frogs

I am so tired.  It's time to put on my martini pajamas, stop all this late-night internet debauchery, and let the cawing of the ravens put an end to this latest iteration of second-guessing syndrome.

Finis.

2005.03.29

Feeling Stared At

It seems that my "Willful Child" (there's a blog name for someone!) post has attracted a lot more attention than I'd anticipated.  I got linked by a big gorilla of some sort (albeit one I'd never heard of) and by Lauren of feministe, and my daily hit count jumped to more than 250% of normal.  (In real terms, this meant 300 more people came by than usual, but it was still something to behold.)  So I'm feeling something akin to what I'd feel if I'd been presenting a paper to a small , spot-lit audience, only to discover, when the main lights came on, that that small group had been joined, silently and in the dark, by an audience large enough to fill an enormous lecture hall.

Believe it or not, none of these new visitors left a comment, although a couple thought the post was interesting enough to cite elsewhere (including on some sort of military chat site -- eek -- where it was subsequently ignored by the other posters).

I don't mind the linky love, but I do like my current blog audience, both in terms of size and depth of social connection.  I have always been better with the one-on-one and the small class discussion, than with the large lecture or survey course.  So I hope that most of those visitors got bored and won't be back, even though I won't mind if a few stick around and join this corner of the blogging community.  *waves*

Linky Linky

An excellent rant on the "logic" that believes in regulating human beings and controlling their lives, but not in regulating corporations, even when they are engaged in socially destructive behavior.

Gives a new perspective on what type of "personhood" the current regime values, doesn't it?

2005.03.28

It Has to Be Asked

Just what kind of crack is the graphic design team for L o w e r M y B i l l s . c o m smoking?

So far, we have had: 

  • two different overly long pigs grunting and swarming with flies
  • an ear of corn
  • a scary rattlesnake/cobra
  • a profoundly disturbing gingerbread man struggling in a container of (I hope) icing
  • a saguaro cactus wearing a serape and sombrero and shaking maracas

w. t. f.???

Monday Haiku

Birds hunt in the grass

After the Easter picnics

Looking for lost eggs

Feel free to add a haiku of your own in the comments.  It does not have to be about Easter, but spring-time poems are especially welcome.

2005.03.26

March 25th Shuffle, One Day Late

Roraima - Scot Fitzgerald - Song of Amazonia

Bentley and Craig - June Tabor - Aleyn (Di Nakht Nor Aleyn Iz Mit Mir/The Night Alone Is With Me)

Le Charmeur de Serpent - Tony Murena, Gus Viseur and Emile Carrara - Swing de Musette

The Price of Fire - Capercaillie - To The Moon

I Love To Rhyme/Blah Blah Blah - Christine Ebersole - George and Ira Gershwin: A Musical Celebration

Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club - Buena Vista Social Club

North Country Moor - Al Petteway - Whispering Stones

This Is Always - June Tabor - Some Other Time

Lagan Love/The Lark in the Morning - William Coulter - Celtic Crossing

11 - Billy McLaughlin - The World of Narada

2005.03.24

The Threat of the Willful Child

I'd half-promised myself I wasn't going to write about the Schiavo case, because I don't think there's much I could add to the discussion that hasn't been said already.  However, I have noticed something interesting that I haven't seen mentioned, something which links up with other things I've noticed with regard to both the Republicans and the so-called "Culture of Life" crowd* that they pander to. 

The thing that I noticed is the oddness of the language used to refer to the living body of Mrs. Schiavo.  It is relentlessly infantilizing.  It's never "Mrs. Schiavo," but always "Terri."  It's never "the Schindlers' daughter," but "their child."  Even when terms appropriate to adults are used, they are  modified in this direction; thus we have the spectacle of politicians using the phrase "young woman" even though the body they refer to is 41 years old. 

The language used also tends to reinforce the notion that this breathing body is still the person who was Terri Schiavo before the damage occurred.  (In fact, it's very difficult to not fall into this rhetorical pit; the temptation to write about "Terri" rather than "Terri's body" is pretty overwhelming.)  This sort of reframing carries with it some dangerous implications, implications which I'm fairly certain the Culture of Life folks are aware of.  That is, if a body with no conscious mind or independent will, a body that is dependent on the continued support of others for its survival, can be called a "person," but living conscious creatures like cats or gorillas cannot, it becomes clear that the essential defining qualities of personhood are "possessing human DNA" and "alive."

The implications with regards to abortion and stem cell research are pretty obvious.  (Not so obvious are the implications with regards to other forms of legal personhood, like that granted to corporations.  Oddly, none of these people seem troubled by this, even though it is potentially more problematic.)  By this logic, a fetus is a person, an embryo is a person, a blastocyst is a person, and even an unfertilized egg or sperm cell is a person.  (Yet, weirdly, a finger or toe isn't a person.  Clearly, there are limits, but it's not clear to me why they've been set.)

Another parallel to the subject of abortion is the way that the aforementioned fetuses, embryos, and blastocysts are referred to as "babies."  As is the case with Mrs. Schiavo's body, it is easier to drum up sympathy by using language that evokes the helpless, vulnerable -- and cute -- child.  Yet this is not merely a PR campaign; this rhetoric is not deployed cynically by the core of the movement -- they do honestly believe that these underdeveloped human creatures are the same things as independent human infants.

This in turn raises the question, often asked by irritated opponents, of why, if they are so "pro-baby" when they talk about the unborn, they falter when it comes to addressing the needs of actual children (or their parents) after birth. 

The answer, I am coming to believe, is that it is not the physical aspects of infancy that appeals to or concerns these people.  It is the idea of infancy, particularly the aspects of it that relate to dependency and lack of free will.  The ideal child, under this formulation, is one that is quiet, obedient, worships its parents, and never questions them.  Mrs. Schiavo, like a fetus, is a "perfect" child; helpless, dependent, unable to talk back, unable to challenge her parents' delusions about her and their future together. 

Actual children, however, have minds of their own.  They cry.  They yell.  They knock things over.  They question.  They yell at their parents.  They make friends and form relationships outside the parent-child bond.  Eventually, even, they will develop relationships that will replace those parental ones, as the parents die and the former children become parents themselves.  Worse, they may do so in ways that show that they no longer view their parents as the center of the world, their parents' ideas as unquestioned truth. 

The irony, of course, is that these people, and the politicians who are their symbiotes, like to view themselves as the wise, knowing adults in this idealized world.  But they are not.  Critics like to dismiss them as "sheep" but a better description would be "spoiled children."  This is why they are so quick to attack, so thin-skinned when challenged, so impervious to logic and reason.  This is why they bully those weaker or less powerful than themselves.  This is why the existence of independent-minded, intelligent people who think for themselves is so threatening; not only do such people refuse to play the role of obedient children, they threaten to take over the role of all-knowing parent for themselves.  (And when these independent, thoughtful people are teachers in charge of children, or actual parents, watch out!**)

I don't know how one begins to address this dynamic.  But I think being aware of it is a good place to start.

*For a devastating exposure of the ways this "Culture of Life" is anything but, go take a look at the series of posts Lauren's been making over at feministe.

**This dynamic is particularly easy to observe in the behavior of rightwing trolls, as Scrivener has had the misfortune to discover.

2005.03.23

Search Strings

Today's strange search strings -- the stand-by when there's nothing substantial to post about:

blogs of the weird

Now, is this meant to refer to blogs that post about weird things, blogs that are disturbingly magical, or blogs by people who are weird?

longest pubic hair

Uh...

the number of offspring frogs have

I'd say it probably depends on the species.

At 35, where should I be

What makes anyone think that I know?  I just got here.  Welcome, fellow new arrival!

Ode to French Fries

Mmm... french fries.... *drool*

"personal blog" research publications

I'm still not sure quite what this person wants to find.  Publications about personal blogs?  Blogs that include publications?

Ethiopian frogs

When did I last (ever) mention anything about Ethiopia?

jamie lee curtis hair

This is like asking about "Dudley Moore" hair.  Just sayin'

kitties

(Noted only because I am the #6 hit for this astoundingly general search.)

2005.03.22

Squee!

My evil historian comment-fu pays off!