Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Ready to make nice?

What I bought this morning:

Forgive, sounds good
Forget, I’m not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I’m still waiting
....
I know you said
Can’t you just get over it
It turned my whole world around
And I kind of like it
....
I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
‘Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should
Yesterday was strange. I got some really good news at the beginning of the day, but by about noon the good news had percolated through my brain and collected into a brew of memories and emotions I didn't know I still had.

Some issues never go away completely, I guess. Usually I accept that as one of those immutable facts of life, but sometimes it makes me extraordinarily depressed.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

The city of Seattle has made an effort to make bus stops visually stimulating.



Various artists and community groups have attempted to create works of art on many of the bus shelters around the city.



My favorites--and frequently the most hilariously surreal--are the ones created by earnest groups of students.



A bus stop near where I work is one of these; children at a local school painted bright scenes from Greek mythology all over it.



Stylized images of Greek gods, goddesses, heroes, and villains entertain passengers as they wait for the bus.



But what's this? Someone has scrawled angry graffiti across the large back panel. What critique of the students' artwork do we find?



"Paint over this," the anonymous defacer demands. "Too violent for the children."



Gasp! They're right! I just can't understand why these children artists can't bring themselves to think of the children viewers. These children are corrupting the children! Won't any of the children please, for God's sake, think of the children? It's all so very upsetting. I think I'm going to have to go lie down for a bit.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Slow, slow, quick

Last week at a construction site down the street from where I work, four dump trucks arrived to carry away debris and dirt. They lined up along the narrow street early in the morning, crowding slightly into the lane of traffic. It wasn't quite enough that traffic was all limited to one lane, but cars did have to encroach slightly into the other lane to get around the trucks. A man stood just behind the first dump truck with a "Slow" sign--not alternating the traffic, just reminding us to go slowly as we crept around the huge trucks.

He was there Monday morning, and Tuesday morning, and Wednesday morning. He was always multi-tasking, though, hanging onto his "Slow" sign with one hand while he gestured harriedly to someone on his other side, or spoke into a walkie-talkie. He barely glanced at the traffic he was ostensibly directing, he was so frazzled and distracted.

By Thursday morning he'd had enough. I drove past to see the "Slow" sign standing on its own, stuck into an orange traffic cone. Traffic was warned, and the flagger was freed to do his other duties.

I was oddly happy for him. Congratulations on the brainstorm, construction dude.

Monday, March 20, 2006

Daytona Beach



Hey, I went to Florida this month! And..not much else, actually. But I'll have more Florida pictures soon.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Shut. Up.

Someone just found my blog by searching for "leever soap."

Someone else just found it by searching for--no, I'm not kidding--"lever jacket."

They both found this post.

I give up.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Photographic Evidence

These are the tiny bits of pottery I found the other week. The menacingly blurry black shape at the left is not, in fact, a denizen of the underworld, but merely my dog, Chloe, coming to find out what that funny flashing thing might be, and whether it might be edible.

Book Resolution 2006: Books 3-8

Yes, I've been reading. No, I haven't been blogging about it. Yes, you can skip this post if you like.

Book #3
Title: Shards of Honor
Author: Lois McMaster Bujold
Date Started: January 8, 2006
Date Finished: January 9, 2006
I enjoyed this book more than I thought I would. I'd read a couple of McMaster Bujold's fantasy novels last year and adored them--really, I swooned over her writing style and her characters. I haven't ever explored sci-fi as much as fantasy, so I was afraid I wouldn't enjoy her work as much in another genre. What a stupid assumption; I found myself sympathizing with her characters in Shards of Honor just as thoroughly as I had in Paladin of Souls and The Curse of Chalion. One of the aspects of her writing that I noted enjoying the most was her willingness to force a reader to read between the lines in her characters' dialogue. If Aral Vorkosigan and Cordelia Naismith are having a conversation wherein Vorkosigan says, "ABC," McMaster Bujold's narration doesn't intrude to explain, "Cordelia realized with irritation that Vorkosigan was referring to DEFG." She likes to just write Cordelia's reply, sans explication. At times I found it slightly disorienting, as I am often too stupid to understand exactly what conclusions a character must be drawing--but once I got used to it, I enjoyed the author's willingness to assume that I'm smart enough to figure it out. I liked the book well enough to make a note to read the rest of the series.

Book #4
Title: Four Ways to Forgiveness
Author: Ursula Le Guin
Date Started: January 10, 2006
Date Finished: January 14, 2006
What can I intelligently say about a book by Ursula Le Guin? I can't get enough of her. This is one I need to re-read, having once read it, so I will be able to catch more of the quiet connections between the characters and stories in these four linked novellas. I wrote down this scrap of dialogue: "'The world is sacred, Havzhiva. The cosmos is sacred. That's not a knowledge I ever had to give up. All I learned, here and there, only increased it. There's nothing that is not sacred....You can choose the local sacredness or the great one. In the end they're the same.'"

Book #5
Title: Ten Little Indians
Author: Sherman Alexie
Date Started: January 14, 2006
Date Finished: January 15, 2006
I always come away from Alexie's books with the awed sensation of having been able to witness the first telling of a future set of myths. His writing is sinuous enough to be hilarious, tragic, searingly honest and sardonic all at the same time--often all in the same sentence. I don't know how he does it. It's enough for me to be able to drink it down.

Book #6
Title: Indian Killer
Author: Sherman Alexie
Date Started: January 16, 2006
Date Finished: January 20, 2006
I thought this book was slightly less cohesive than the other of Alexie's books that I've read. The POV moves between many characters, and the number of them meant that not all of them ended up feeling fully developed. But it's still got all those qualities of his writing that I so enjoy, and the furiously merciless shredding of the kind of romanticism with which many non-natives view Native Americans. The anger of his characters can make you squirm, but...isn't that the thing that sometimes makes anger such an effective tool?

Book #7
Title: Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
Author: Christopher Moore
Date Started: January 21, 2006
Date Finished: February 2, 2006
Talk about a change in tone...from Sherman Alexie's searing characters to, uh, Biff, the childhood pal of Jesus H. Christ. I've seen Christopher Moore's writing compared to Tom Robbins, but I'm not sure I'd have come to that comparison on my own. Lamb is narrated in the first person by Biff, who has been brought back from the dead to write his own gospel in honor of JC's two-thousandth birthday. Biff is profoundly irreverent and jokey; though a lot of the jokes were a little too proud of themselves, I did chuckle quite a bit throughout this book. I enjoyed its portrayal of a Jesus who wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing, and devoted those "lost years" between 12 and 30 to seeking answers to that question. Obviously it's not supposed to be a serious historical theory, but it's a fun "what if." Unfortunately, after enjoying the first two thirds of the book I found the last third to feel a bit rushed. It almost seemed like the author realized he still had to recap the contents of all the gospels, and had to keep it under a hundred pages, so crammed it all in together. Jesus' character gets all flat and uninteresting, frankly, when he stops departing from the gospel accounts of his words. Wow, what an awful thing to say...but I stand by it. Come on, we all know those parts; I want more irreverence and disrespect! Funnily enough, although Biff is a rascally, blasphemous kinda guy, this book as a whole is actually fully respectful of Jesus' life and message. The idea that his message didn't drop in a lump out of the sky, but was something he had to process and create for himself in the midst of the world and its problems, makes that message seem even more relevant. And the idea that Christ would ever hang out with such a scalawag as Biff? Totally canonical.

Book #8
Title: Life as We Know It: a Father, a Family, and an Exceptional Child
Author: Michael Bérubé
Date Started: February 3, 2006
Date Finished: February 6, 2006
Hey, non-fiction makes its first appearance on the list! You may know Michael Bérubé as one of the 101 most dangerous professors in America (you know, on accounta he has one a them Frenchie sounding names, plus he aint like us right thinking folks, but he talks a lotta fancy words, which you always oughta be on guard against). This biography of his son's first four years takes a look at (here I quote the jacket, because I am lazy and tired) "the charged issues that each stage of James's growth leads into: I.Q. testing, the politics of education, disability law, social services, health care, and entitlements. Framing these issues is thte larger debate...over concepts such as social justice, what it means to be human, and, ultimately, what kind of society we value and by what means we determine it." His son James was born in 1991 with Down syndrome, which is why I found this book on the shelf in the conference room library at work. I'd read Bérubé's blog a few times before, always enjoying the sardonic humor and intellectual essays that I found there; both were evident in this fascinating book as well. I want to go through the bibliography and read quite a few of the works he refers to.

Passage (full of fancy words) that I noted as particularly relevant to an issue that affects my workplace quite a bit:

...[One] size, one policy initiative, does not fit all. To decree that all children, irrespective of individual needs and group idiosyncrasies, shall be educated in regular classrooms is ethically as dubious as to decree that all children will be classified by "intelligence" or "aptitude" regardless of circumstances. Our challenge with regard to inclusive education, then, is actually quite similar to our challenge with regard to reproductive rights: What we need is a system bounded by the broadest possible definitions of freedom and justice, but internally variegated so as to admit multiple competing moral imperatives--imperatives which can only be deliberated with the nuance they deserve if we publicly maintain that some decisions are so difficult that they can only be "private."
So there you go. Eight down, forty-four to go. It looks like I might completely follow through on a New Year's Resolution this year. I wonder what that'll feel like.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Do the cool kids still say "word?"

Yanked straight off Atrios' newest post, because, well--word:

I want a society where women can make choices about what to do with their uteruses without subjecting themselves to a public scolding by annoying males deciding which are good abortions and which are bad ones.

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

As it turns out, my pessimism yesterday about how short-lived I expected my sun break to last was completely unwarranted. The clouds decided to take a break for the evening, apparently, and I didn't see another drop of rain yesterday. I took Chloe for a nice long walk, taking about an hour to stroll down past 85th and enjoy the relative dryness of the air. We even saw stars! Well, I saw stars. I don't know if Chloe noticed them.

I love Chloe for her own sake, of course, but she's also providing a boost to my health by needing so much exercise in the mornings and evenings. She's a German Shepherd with a lot of energy to burn, so we try to walk with her as much as we can. We split the walking duties of course, but since Mr. Thel walks all day at work I tend to take Chloe farther than he does. I don't mind it; I've enjoyed exploring our neighborhood this winter. Most of the north-south blocks are split by these wonderful little alleyways that feel like country lanes--quiet gravel driveways split by the tufts of grass growing down the middle. We can amble along them without worrying about traffic, just casually walk around looking and sniffing at everything. (We make it a team effort: I look around and leave the sniffing to Chloe.)

One day as we paused at an empty cross street I noticed some shards of pottery scattered at the base of a stop sign. I bent down to check my first impression, and found that they were the broken bits of doll-sized jars. Four intact jars lay among the pieces. I was charmed and pocketed them. Who made the tiny containers? Why were they smashed? And why, when we wandered that way again a week later, were all the pieces of pottery gone, the muddy patch of grass empty again?

Monday, January 30, 2006

gift

I saw a patch of blue sky today, and a burst of sunlight pierced through it for a moment.

It seemed worthy of a post.