Monday, August 25, 2008

Okay, so we didn't rob any banks.

Instead we took a road trip to the Mississippi River. Mr Ether documented it in a series of lovely photos, posted at Enriched Geranium. I also took some photos, but they're on film so you'll be lucky to see them within the next 6 months. We drove to Prairie du Chien and followed the Great River Road to Cassville (home of the annual "Twin-O-Rama".)

We stopped to hike at a DNR preserve near Cassville, but the path was so overgrown with poison ivy that it seemed wise to turn around. As is so often the case in that wonderful thing we call nature, there were masses of jewelweed growing with the poison ivy. Jewelweed is a great antidote to poison ivy. It also has seed pods that sproing open when you touch them, and because I'm easily amused, we played with them for a while.
At Cassville we took a car ferry across the river to Iowa. We drove on to Dubuque, crossed the Mississippi again -- this time on a bridge -- and drove up through beautiful southwestern Wisconsin, stopping at the amazing Dickeyville Grotto.
From there we drove partway home and then turned around and went back to the Dickeyville Grotto because one of the chilluns had accidentally dropped her shoe in the road when she was getting into the car and didn't discover it until we stopped to ply the driver with spicy pork rinds, miles down the road. (How do kids manage to do things like that?)

It was much longer than I anticipated it being, but it was fun. We haven't done anything like that in a long time.

When we finally got back to Madison 9 hours later, we gulped some leftovers from the fridge and then headed out again to be treated to the dessert platter and "Happy Birthday" sung in Portuguese by genuine Brazilian lads at the Samba Brazilian Grill. (Thanks, Cinderbelle!)
All in all, a good start to my (gulp) 50th year.

Thursday, August 21, 2008

What has Dr. Monkey been up to lately?




Where will the monkey appear next? I have an idea: Johnson City, Tennessee. Bad Dr. Monkey!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Celebrate!

Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'm thinking of doing this to celebrate. Good idea, no?

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Happy Hippie Christmas!

I don't know if you experience anything like this in your neck of the woods: We live in a university town, and the landlords near campus have synced up their leases, so that most of the students move between August 14-16. It tends to be a madhouse of traffic and hundreds of overflowing bags of trash on the curb. But it's also a trash picker's paradise, because so many of the selfish little brats -- sorry, I mean students -- can't be bothered to take stuff they don't want to St. Vinnie's or Goodwill (even though they park semi-trucks right there in the neighborhood to collect stuff) so they dump it on the curb along with the pizza boxes and beer kegs than never got returned to the liquor store.

Well, last weekend when he was at the grocery store, Mr. Ether was cajoled into taking a newspaper that is published by homeless people here in town, and on the front page there was a big article referring to student moving days as "Hippie Christmas." That kind of tickled my funny bone.

The other phenomenon at that time is that there is usually a gap of a day between moving out of the old apartment and into the new one. A lot of times, students just move all their stuff to the lawn of the new house and camp there for a day. A few years ago I was picking up my child at her day care center on campus, and witnessed a yard full of furniture, lamps, etc. A young woman was sitting on a chair in the middle of it all, reading a book entitled Feng Shui Made Easy. Oh, to have had a camera!

Human Rainbow

Luna is a beautiful green moth that is only seen at night. Luna is also a beautiful girl who shows herself only at night, and only to her sister, 15-year-old Regan. By day, Luna is really Liam, Regan's 17-year-old brother, a senior in high school, academically brilliant by all accounts. But Liam is transgender; since he was very young he has known that he is a girl accidentally born with a boy's body. As he approaches his 18th birthday, Liam/Luna begins to "transition", to show the world his true identity. Regan is the only other person who knows his secret, a burden that proves to be almost too much to bear.

On the surface, Luna is a "problem novel" written for young adults, joining a host of other books that deal with issues that teens encounter. What sets it apart from the others is the groundbreaking subject matter. I can't think of another children's book that deals with this issue. The author, Julie Ann Peters, handles it lovingly. She does a good job of showing the conflicting emotions that Luna's transition causes to the people closest to her, but she makes it clear that in the end Luna has an essential right to be who she is -- and when she is free, then the people around her are free as well.

I found Luna to be a beautiful, harrowing, poignant book.

A few years ago I taught a first grade boy, whom I am fairly certain is transgender. He simply saw himself as a girl. It was/is tough; he's a biracial child, with an African-American father who isn't real into having his son be a girl. I spent a lot of time on the phone with his mom, mainly because this child also had major anxiety issues that made it hard for him to learn. One evening we were talking, and she said, "I really hope this is just a phase he's going through." She paused, and then she said, "But it's not, is it? I just need to love him the way he is." His mom was great; for his birthday that year she bought him an American Girl doll and a Powerpuff Girls t-shirt. I think he's had a fairly positive experience in school so far. In my class he loved dressing up in a pink tutu (a lot of boys seem to love the pink tutu), drawing beautiful pictures of princesses and cheerleaders, and hanging around with the girls. He'll be a fifth grader this year. I worry about him as he gets into adolescence.

We actually have a full time teacher in our school district whose job it is to facilitate support of LGBT students throughout all the schools.

There is a transgendered person that I see in my part of town a lot. It's clearly a man dressed like a woman -- clothes, jewelry, make-up -- S/he dresses more frilly than I ever do. I see her most frequently in thrift stores, I always say hello, but I've never struck up a conversation -- which I'd like to at some point. One day, however, I overheard the sweetest conversation in St. Vincent dePaul's. There was a long line for the fitting rooms. S/he was in line, and right behind her was a young mom with two little girls. One of the girls was staring and staring at this man in a dress; she finally said, "Your dress is pretty." S/he said, "Thank you! So is yours," and they smiled at each other for a while.

I hope that some day our society will reach a point where we recognize that there is an infinite spectrum of what constitutes "human-ness" and we allow all people to be who they are -- from the youngest child to the oldest adult.

Anyway ... Luna. Highly recommended.

Monday, August 18, 2008

The REAL John McCain

How is it that these obscenely wealthy politicians manage to convince a percentage of hardworking Americans that they are "one of them"? Please spread this around.

McCain is a Weenie


“Some of the richest people I’ve ever known in my life are the most unhappy. I think that rich is — should be defined by a home, a good job and education and the ability to hand to our children a more prosperous and safer world than the one that we inherited. I don’t want to take any money from the rich. I want everybody to get rich. I don’t believe in class warfare or redistribution of the wealth. But I can tell you for example there are small businessmen and women who are working 16 hours a day, seven days a week that some people would classify as, quote, ‘rich,’ my friends, who want to raise their taxes and raise their payroll taxes. Let’s have — keep taxes low. Let’s give every family in America a $7,000 tax credit for every child they have. Let’s give them a $5,000 refundable tax credit to go out and get the health insurance of their choice. Let’s not have the government take over the health care system in America.

“So I think if you’re just talking about income, how about $5 million. But seriously, I don’t think you can — I don’t think, seriously that — the point is that I’m trying to make here seriously — and I’m sure that comment will be distorted, but the point is — the point is — the point is that we want to keep people’s taxes low and increase revenues. And my friend, it was not taxes that mattered in America in the last several years. It was spending. Spending got completely out of control. We spent money in a way that mortgaged our kids futures. My friends, we spent $3 million of your money to study the DNA of bears in Montana. Now I don’t know if that was a paternity issue or a criminal issue, but the point is — but the point is it was $3 million of your money. It was your money.

“And you know, we laugh about it, but we cry and we should cry because the Congress is supposed to be careful stewards of your tax dollars. so what did they just do in the middle of an energy crisis when in California we are paying $4 a gallon for gas, went on vacation for five weeks. I guarantee you, two things they never miss, a pay raise and a vacation. And we should stop that and call them back and not raise your taxes. We should not and cannot raise taxes in tough economic times. So it doesn’t matter really what my definition of rich is because I don’t want to raise anybody’s taxes.”



Umm, George -- I mean John? (I never could get those Beatle names straight.) Can I make a few points here?

  • 3 million dollars to study the DNA of bears in Montana (for which there probably was a good reason; have you ever noticed how the wingnuts just love to highlight the "ridiculous" ways that "our tax money" is "wasted" by elite intellectuals?) is a drop in the bucket compared to the over half a trillion dollars spent so far on Bush's War.
  • Congress went on recess for 5 weeks. How many days of vacation has that mean,rich little man in the White House taken since he first ascended to the presidency? An average of 69 days a year? (69, hmm? My brother Jim, when he was about 14, painted a great big 69 on a t-shirt and wouldn't tell me what it meant. But I digress.)
  • You keep saying "they" like it's someone else taking the flargin' Congressional pay raises!
  • "Let's not have government take over the health care system in America" Um, except for the Congressional health care plan. That can stay.

Grrrrrrrrr. Mr. McCain, you are not only a weenie, but a blithering idiot. And a whole lot more, but the cuss-meter inside my head is about to go sproing.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Lest We Forget

Today marks the one year anniversary of the rescue attempt of 6 miners trapped in the Crandall Mine, Utah. If you recall, 10 days after the initial collapse, more of the mine collapsed on the rescuers, killing 3 more men. Remember that mine owner Robert E. "Bob" Murray (who says he got into mine ownership one day when a squirrel hopped up on his front porch and told him he should be running mines) swore up and down that the second collapse was due to an earthquake, even though no seismologists detected any seismic activity anywhere in the area. Remember also that Richard Stickler, head of the federal Mine Safety and Health Administration, is a Bush crony. The MSHA conducted an investigation that placed the blame on the mine operators. However, a second independent investigation, conducted at the behest of the Department of Labor, held the MSHA responsible for ignoring reports of a potentially dangerous condition at the mine. Good articles about it here, here, and here.

The twenty-first century, and not much has changed since miners were fighting for their rights in the early part of the twentieth. Three book recommendations: Storming Heaven and The Unquiet Earth by Denise Giardina, Holding the Line by Barbara Kingsolver. Two film recommendations: Salt of the Earth and Matewan.

Nice and a little strict ...

I had avoided reading this article in our local paper this week, because I figured something about it would probably piss me off. Education articles frequently do. But I was tipped off tonight that I should read it, and was surprised to see quotes from these two spokespeople for responsible classroom placements:
Two students at Emerson Elementary on Madison's East Side, fourth-grader Lilly Jenssen and her brother, Owen, a first-grader, said they're hoping to be assigned to teachers who are nice — although Owen allowed that "sometimes strict teachers teach you more things."
I'm so proud. Those are my former students! I had Lilly for kindergarten and first grade, and Owen for kindergarten. And yup, sometimes I had to use my strict teacher voice. But mostly I was nice.

The funny thing was, the tip-off came from Owen and Lilly's parents, whom I bumped into at Mr. Ether's gig tonight. They were out on a date, while our daughter was babysitting for Owen and Lilly. Sometimes this town seems so darned small!

Can I bring a concealed "education model" to school with me in Texas?

Probably OK, just so long as I don't have more than 5!

If you haven't seen this precious video, please watch it. God, how I miss Molly Ivins.

Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad, Bad Idea

HARROLD, Texas — A tiny Texas district will allow teachers and staff members to carry concealed firearms to deter and protect against school shootings when classes begin this month, provided the gun-toting employees follow certain requirements.

The small community of Harrold in north Texas is a 30-minute drive from the Wilbarger County Sheriff's Office, leaving students and teachers without protection, said David Thweatt, superintendent of the Harrold Independent School District. The lone campus of the 110-student district sits near a heavily traveled highway, which could make it a target, he argued.

"When the federal government started making schools gun-free zones, that's when all of these shootings started. Why would you put it out there that a group of people can't defend themselves? That's like saying 'sic 'em' to a dog," Thweatt said in a story published Friday on the Fort Worth Star-Telegram's Web site. (Read the rest if you can stomach it.)

What would Molly Ivins say about this?

Texas -- the state where you're not allowed to buy a vibrator, but guns? Hey, no problem.

Sheesh.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Further Bark Park Adventures

This evening found me and Molly at the bark park once again. Mr. Ether is the official Bark Park Guy™, but he was busy making supper. (If you remember, when last I went to the bark park he was painting the bathroom ... I think he's feeling guilty about the Farrah Fawcett affair.) Luckily I thought to bring a camera, because it was a beautiful evening ...
There are two bark parks that we go to. One -- Warner Park -- is next to a big lake and is more of a wetlands habitat. The other -- Sycamore -- is built on an old landfill with a hill in the middle, and it is more of a prairie. Tonight we went to Sycamore, arriving just before sunset. Standing on the top of the hill at sunset, it feels sacred and mysterious: Stonehenge of the Midwest. And then a slobbering bull dog runs up and steals your tennis ball.
I really like Sycamore, even though it is built on a pile of garbage, and is surrounded by the kind of nameless suburban sprawl that I've grown to hate. What's cool about the neighborhood though -- ugly as it is -- is that in the last 5-10 years it had some of the more affordable houses in town. When I used to teach at the school out there, a number of our Hmong families were able to buy houses in the area as they became a little bit better off. And indeed tonight, I noticed a number of Hmong families in the park shelter and on the playground. It was all very peaceful and sweet: the sunset in one direction, the moonrise in the other, sounds of children and dogs playing, crickets chirping ...
And then there was Molly, and her ball. "Boundless Joy" is the phrase that often comes to my mind as I watch Molly at the bark park.
How does she fit that ridiculous tongue back into her mouth?

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Bark Park Angel


I had some errands to run this afternoon. They all had to do with Molly, the Official Dog of the Impeachment Movement™ who quite possibly is the most indulged dog in town. When Molly came to us, her diet consisted of 4 different kinds of dog food at each meal. We've whittled it down to 3 (eliminating the one that caused most of the noxious emissions) plus treats. But -- woe was Molly -- we were out of treats and the special "Molly nuggets" that go on top of her food at every meal. Of course, the treats and the nuggets are not available in the same place, so I had to plan my trip well. To be even more efficient I took Molly with me, intending to end the trip at the hallowed grounds of the bark park.

First of all, Molly is dreadful in the car. She is so excited to be going somewhere that she begins barking as soon as she is out of the house and doesn't stop until we arrive at a destination and throw the tennis ball for the first time. She was not pleased that we had to make some stops, even though I explained that they were for her. She was extra hyped up by the time we arrived at the BP. I got her out of the car, reached for the Chuck-it™ (a kind of atlatl that is used for chucking tennis balls) and ... horrors! There was no tennis ball! Too late I remembered that Mr. Ether had told me that Molly had lost her ball in the long grass in the dark on yesterday's BP visit.

Molly was bouncing around me on all fours, barking, "THROWTHEBALLTHROWTHEBALLTHROWTHEBALLNOW!" while I frantically got out my cell phone and dialed the next best thing to 911 -- Mr. Ether. (Mr. Ether was home painting the bathroom, because he's a saint.) "In which long grass did Molly lose her ball last night? Please, you have to tell me ..."

Just when I thought all was lost along with the tennis ball (Molly lives to chase the tennis ball at the BP) a sweet, golden, harp-like voice inquired, "Do you need another ball?" I turned to see an angel, bathed in a sunbeam, holding out a tennis ball. (OK, it might have been the owner of a chocolate lab who is equally ball-obsessed.)

So Molly got her ball-fix after all. She chased the ball, ate grass, barfed, chased the ball again. Then she came home and had cuddle time with me on the porch (another daily necessity.) Now she's ready for another day of lobbying for impeachment to be put back on the table.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

Just the facts, ma'am.

Dave, the Agitatin' Quaker, tagged me for this meme. I'm pretty sure I've done this one before, but heck, I ALWAYS do what I'm told, no questions asked don'cha know, so here 'tis.

Rules first:

1. List these rules on your blog.

2. Share seven facts about yourself on your blog.

3. Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

And then the facts:

  1. I was a child actor. From opera with the University of Wisconsin Opera Company at age 10 (The Poacher by Albert Lortzing) to various school and community theater groups. I was in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, Ardele a French farce by Jean Anouilh, and Thornton Wilder's Our Town, among others. I stopped acting partially because I had a high school drama teacher who picked favorites and always gave the leads in the school plays to the same girl (not me) and really undermined my confidence and made me lose interest. Learning to project my voice has been invaluable for teaching though!
  2. I love being "up Nort'". I love the north woods, I love the lakes, I love the forests of mixed pine and birch. I love it in all seasons. My eldest child talks about moving south where she doesn't have to experience winter. If I was going to move from here it would be to go north: Vermont, Maine, Canada ... where mukluks are a way of life.
  3. I don't like scary movies. I don't like suspense either -- the kind of thing that keeps you on the edge of you seat in the movie theater. Or gratuitous violence.
  4. One of my favorite things these days is playing the guitar. And one of my biggest regrets is that I didn't start when I was younger and had all the time in the world (or so it seemed) and could maybe have gone on to be a performer. Kind of like with acting, I allowed the people around me to undermine my confidence and just stopped making music for a while. But I've taken lessons for a few years now and it's good. I still have a hard time thinking of myself as a musician.
  5. I do artwork when I can. I am a knitter and seamstress (although not a member of the Guild of Seamstresses, so no comments to that effect, Mr. Ether.) I also make Ukrainian Easter eggs. When I was younger, I did watercolor paintings. I'd like to do more.
  6. Like Quaker Dave, I carry a poem in my wallet. It goes: Hold fast to stars. Hold fast to the elusive, the intangible, the never-to-be-had. For stars fall from Heaven sometimes, kings are born in barns, and miracles rise from little things. I clipped it from somewhere and put it in my wallet when we took my daughter Sophie to the hospital for her heart repair 14 years ago. It comforted me in the months after her death.
  7. And finally -- my daughters would be soooo disappointed if I didn't include this fact: My grandfather invented one of the early processes for putting whipped cream in an aerosol can. He also invented an early infant formula and individually wrapped cheese slices. He was a food chemist and held a number of patents for different products; he stipulated that on his death they would be released into the public domain. And that, dear readers, is why I am not rich.

I tag ...
Poodle Doc
SamuraiFrog
Tweetey30
Sorghum Crow
Yearning for God
The Sminthophile
Enriched Geranium ('cause he hasn't done it for Quaker Dave and he has some weird facts, believe me. Go there and ask him for the Dimebag Darryl story. And we forgive him the guitars he built for the band members of the guy whose initials are TK.)


Friday, August 08, 2008

Reading Fantasy

Raise your hand if you ever read The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle. Higher! I can't see it ... OK, leave a comment instead. The Last Unicorn was one of my favorite books at one point during my teens in the seventies. I mostly haven't thought of it in years, but last month I became obsessed with getting it into the hands of my daughters, who both love reading fantasy. I looked for it on the shelves of our big central library, but they didn't have it. They did, however, have some other books by Beagle, so I checked out a couple.

I didn't even know whether this author was still alive, much less still writing! (He actually wrote the screenplay for the animated Lord of the Rings movie that hooked young Peter Jackson on the book.) Tamsin was published in 1999, and I was blown away by how good it was. It is about Jenny Gluckstein, a sullen 13-year-old girl who has to move from her home in New York City to a farm in rural Dorset, England when her mom remarries. Determined to hate everything about the experience, Jenny is nevertheless sucked in when she meets Tamsin, the ghost of a girl who lived on the farm 300 years earlier. Tamsin introduces Jenny to a host of "creatures of the night" from Dorset folklore, all of whom play a part in solving Tamsin's mystery and freeing her so that she can finally rest in peace.

I loved how the story wove folklore with historical events. It was also a damned good teen girl angst novel, and I am hard-pressed to know how a 69-year-old man could capture the voice of the teenaged Jenny so well.

Reading Tamsin made me think about fantasy writing. As I said, my daughters are both crazy about fantasy. Their standards are high; the ultimate dis' of a book is "It's obviously a rip off of Lord of the Rings." They tend to like the writing of Tamora Pierce, and novels based on fairytales: Spindle's End by Robin McKinley and Ella Enchanted by Gail Carson Levine are two that my eldest took to college with her last year. My youngest likes the writing of Diana Wynne Jones: Howl's Moving Castle, which you might know from the Japanese animé film. They both loved East by Edith Pattou.

I too enjoy reading fantasy, but there is so much being published right now that is mediocre, especially in the world of children's and young adult literature. I guess I am just bored by dragons, quests, and trilogies. Simply including wizards does not make a good fantasy either. I am tired of heroes whose names are derived from Aragorn. Maybe that's it: too much fantasy writing is derivative. I know that lots of fantasy is derived from old myths and legends, but it seems as if now we are getting derivatives of derivatives.

When I read fantasy I do not want it to feel self-conscious or contrived in any way. (I know that many people will strongly disagree with me on this point, but I found Harry Potter to be derivative, self-conscious and contrived -- especially after the first book. But I digress.) I tend to love fantasy that is rooted in old magic and folklore.

Here are some of my favorites: The Prydain Chronicles by Lloyd Alexander; The Dark Is Rising series by Susan Cooper; The Diamond in the Window, The Astonishing Stereoscope, and The Swing in the Summerhouse by Jane Langton; The Owl Service by Allen Garner. I had an aunt who worked in publishing and occasionally I would be the lucky recipient of a bag of books, galley proofs and what-not, so I got some interesting books that way. One that I loved -- now out of print -- was The Seal Singing, an environmental ghost story that took place in Scotland.

Enough pontificating. Check out Tamsin if you enjoy fantasy or ghost stories. One last thing -- in one of my ridiculous online impulse buys, I ordered 2 autographed copies of The Last Unicorn from the publisher, one for each of my girls. I hope they like it!

Delicious!

I'm not like some of my blogging friends -- Dr. Monkey and Sacred Suzie, for example -- who can cook fabulous meals and document the process in lovely photographs. I am usually running around the kitchen like a chicken with my head cut off because I started preparing dinner later than I wanted to and everyone is hungry. Still, I'm a pretty good cook, I almost always cook from scratch, and this time of year I love the availability of wonderful, locally grown produce. Yum.

A few days ago I bought a nice baguette intending to make garlic bread, but I forgot that I had it and by yesterday it was as hard as a baseball bat. What to do? I know -- make Tuscan bread salad!

I used this recipe adding steamed string beans (yellow and green), red and yellow carrots, tomato, LOTS of garlic, plus diced cheese and salami. It was kind of like a sandwich all chopped up in a bowl, now that I think about it. Colorful, tasty, and I believe that everything was locally grown/made.

Organic Valley is a good source for recipes and their UHT milk in single servings is a godsend on camping trips. However, I was very disappointed with the revelation last month that they were purchasing a portion of their milk from a corporate "organic" "farm" in Texas. The CEO of OV was largely unapologetic. It reminded me a little bit of how the CEO of Urban Outfitters went from being a counter-culture "hippie" type to one of Rick Santorum's biggest supporters. Hope that's not what's in store for Organic Valley, which has been a boon to the little town of LaFarge, Wisconsin.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

More reading

I just finished Tony Horwitz's Confederates in the Attic: Dispatches from the Unfinished Civil War. While I thoroughly enjoyed reading it, I found it profoundly unsettling. Horwitz spent three years traveling through the 10 states that made up the Confederacy, exploring his childhood obsession with the Civil War as well as the continuing impact of the war on the psyche of the American South. Throughout the book he asks why this war, unlike any other in our history, resonates so forcefully, but he never really finds one definitive answer. He meets many different people along the way -- Civil War scholars, hardcore reenactors, kooks, neo-Confederates, and ordinary people just trying to get by -- and everyone seems to have a different answer.

One thing is for certain: what we learn as history is not carved in stone. I appreciate the writers like Horwitz who take the time to dig deeper and look at the whole thing with a sympathetic eye, while still asking hard questions.

I didn't find the book to be "hilarious" as one reviewer wrote. It was certainly amusing in parts. Maybe the unfinished business of the Civil War affects me too; I find it a very compelling subject.

I finished the book feeling rather dispirited. Horwitz wrote this book 12 years ago, and at the time found little to be hopeful about regarding race relations in the U.S. If anything, it seems as if that gap has widened in the ensuing years. As the economy continues to tank people who are suffering need to find someone to blame, and there are plenty of people out there who willingly fan the flames of hatred. Like that country singer whose initials are TK, or any number of media loudmouths.

Still, I recommend it -- highly recommend it, in fact. It is immensely readable and explores some pretty important ideas along the way.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

A Wee Bit of a Problem

Kind of embarrassing really. I have a brand new iMac, purchased yesterday to replace our 7-year-old Mac that died in the spring. Mr. Ether -- the guy who fixes things -- set it all up for me, transferring all of my files and applications. I used it last night; it worked like a dream. I shut it down before going to bed. But here's the thing: I went to check my email this morning, and I CAN'T FIND THE FLARGIN' POWER BUTTON! Mr. Ether (who has graciously shared his MacBook with me for the last couple of months, and unbeknownst to him is still sharing it with me) is going to laugh so hard when he wakes up. I'll be the butt of the jokes around here for a while. Maybe I should go bake some brownies or something.

And later that same day ... FOUND IT!

Monday, August 04, 2008

Happy Birthday to a special someone ...

... and no, I don't mean Barack Obama. Happy birthday to Anne, one of my oldest and dearest friends (and by "oldest" I am in no way intending to imply that she will always be older than me by two-and-a-half weeks, or that she will in fact turn fifty, the big 5-0, two-and-a-half weeks before I do, although that is still a year away.) What I'm saying is, Anne has been my best friend since we were in 5th grade, when her family moved in around the corner from my family and we began our long history of getting into (mostly innocent) trouble together. And having a hell of a good time.

Anne, I just know you're lurking about my blog, and since I didn't get my card mailed on time, I'll say it here: I hope you are having a wonderful birthday today. Love you.

Book Reviews: Wyrd Sisters & Witches Abroad

I realized that I mentioned these books, but I didn't review them. Silly me. By now, if you read my blog with any regularity, you'll know that I'm a fan of the writing of Terry Pratchett. He is often classified as a fantasy or sci fi writer. I tend to think of him more as a writer of satire that just happens to be set in a fictitious place that frequently mirrors our own -- Discworld.

Wyrd Sisters is the novel that introduces the characters Granny Weatherwax, Nanny Ogg, and Magrat, three witches who loosely represent the archetypes of the crone, the mother, and the maiden. If that sounds all scholarly and high-fallutin', don't worry. It's not.

The story takes place in the small mountainous kingdom of Lancre, which happens to be the place from which most of the magic on the Disc emanates. It opens with the assassination of King Verence, by the treacherous hand of his nephew. The king's infant son and heir is spirited away to safety with the aid of the three witches (who don't believe in meddling with the affairs of state, really they don't) and the dead king remains as a ghost to haunt his palace and seek revenge for his death. Does this plotline sound at all familiar? Read any Shakespeare lately?

In Witches Abroad, the local fairy godmother has died and bequeathed her wand to the young witch Magrat, with instructions to journey to the far away city of Genua to prevent a marriage.
Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax join her on the journey to "foreign parts", where they encounter a great many interesting people and learn that not all stories have happy endings (or do they?)

Personally, I think that Terry Pratchett is a literary genius. He writes with intelligence, laced with sly humor and the more than occasional groaningly bad pun for which we try to forgive him. He is extremely prolific, with 35+ books in the Discworld series. If you are new to Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters is as good a place to start as any. I'm sure that Enriched Geranium will also chime in with his Pratchett-reading advice in the comments section, any minute now.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

What I'm reading ..., pt. 2

I'm ba-a-a-ck!

I packed 4 books to take with me to Rock Island. No blockbusters, in the end wisely deciding that they simply weigh too much and are difficult to hold up for reading in the hammock. At the last minute I threw in 3 more, all Terry Pratchett books.

7 books? What was I thinking??? I ended up reading only 2! I read Wyrd Sisters by Pratchett, tried to read one of my other books (a novel by Peter S. Beagle, author of the cult classic The Last Unicorn) but got bored because he doesn't write like Terry Pratchett, and then read Witches Abroad by TP. I'm such a dork sometimes.

One year I'd like to try going to the island with just one book, or NO books (scary thought) and see what kind of entertainment I can make for myself. It's not as if there is nothing to do.

I should say that it feels good to be home, and it does, but I miss Rock Island. It is such a wonderful place. I have never put it to the test, but I think I could happily stay there for 2 weeks, pit toilets, hauling water, sleeping on the ground, and all. More on the week later.

Friday, July 25, 2008

What I'm reading ...


You might be concerned that I haven't posted a book review in a few days. I actually read a novel written for children, Seer of Shadows by Avi, but I wasn't particularly moved to write about it one way or another. Then I started the novel London by Edward Rutherfurd, a massive tome whose story spans from pre-Christian times to the end of the twentieth century. It is very much in the sweeping writing tradition of James Michener. I'm not even halfway through it. We leave tomorrow on our trip, part of which involves 2 ferry rides. Hope the boats don't sink under the weight of it (plus I also have Pillars of Stone by Ken Follett! I'm catching up on my epic bestsellers.)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Time for a movie review.

Well, I think I've redeemed myself after the not so excellent choice of Wool 100%, a movie reviewed by my dear husband a while back. Sparkly Sea Cow and I went to the big main library yesterday, with a charge from Cinderbelle to "get a movie." (She's so bossy.) Sparkly went for the Hollywood features, while I couldn't resist the foreign films. What did I choose? Night of the Living Dorks, a German film. Here's the description from the box:
Philip and his best friends Konrad and Weener are the three biggest losers at Friedrich Nietzsche High. But when an inept voodoo ceremony by the local Goth clique leads to a fatal car accident, this trio of über dorks returns as indestructible zombies with an insatiable appetite for human flesh, wild parties and gym class revenge. Can Philip now score with the hottest girl in school before he decomposes?Is there any personal dismemberment that can't be fixed with a stapler?
Enough spoilers. If you're craving a laugh (and some brains) look no further. This was a totally goofy and fun romp.

Notta Lotta Blogging

We'll be here instead, dabbling our toes in Lake Michigan, napping in the hammock, watching gorgeous sunsets every evening ("Another stunningly beautiful sunset, ho-hum ..."):

You can have your tropical paradises (paradi?) I'll take the Northwoods in a heartbeat. Wish us luck traveling with Molly for the first time!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

I LOVE This Song!

Hello Bonjour, Michael Franti and Spearhead

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Another Day, Another Book

I happened to turn on All Things Considered a couple of months ago, when the common 'tator was interviewing Tony Horwitz about his new book A Voyage Long and Strange: Rediscovering the New World. I happen to love reading nonfiction, particularly those books where an author takes a seemingly narrow subject and reveals its many heretofore unknown facets. In A Voyage Long and Strange Tony Horwitz sets out to explore the century or so of "American history" between the first landing of Columbus in what we know as Haiti, in 1492, and the Pilgrims' arrival at Plymouth in 1620.

Trained as an historian and investigative journalist, Horwitz not only researched the copious writings left behind by the many Europeans who were exploring the "New World", but he literally followed the paths of a number of explorers, talking with locals, descendants of both Europeans and Indians, re-enactors, historians, and archaeologists along the way. The end result was this fascinating and immensely entertaining book.

It's no secret that most of the explorers were looking for cities of gold. There were the Spanish conquistadors: Coranado, who marched up from Mexico into what we know as Arizona and New Mexico, and then penetrated the Great Plains, ending up in what we know as Kansas. Had he gone a little further, he conceivably could have met another band of explorers under the leadership of De Soto, that came from Cuba, skirted the Gulf coast of Florida, then marched through what is now Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina, Tennessee and Mississippi, before crossing the Mississippi River to Arkansas and heading into the Ozarks. Along the way they raped, pillaged, burned, or enslaved the citizens of just about every indigenous settlement they encountered. [Sarcasm alert] But it's okay, because they carried with them a document called the Requerimiento, sanctified by the Crown and the Pope, which Spanish law required that they read aloud to the natives prior to commencing the slaughter. It basically outlined, in Spanish or Latin, the natives' right to convert to Catholicism before dying. Nice.

Horwitz also explores the Spanish colonial city of St. Augustine, Florida, allegedly the site of Ponce de Leon's "fountain of youth" and founded by Spaniards after they had massacred all of the inhabitants of a French Huegenot settlement just up the coast (in the name of God, of course, and the Spanish Inquisition. Apparently the Huegenots didn't expect the Spanish Inquisition. Why? Let's say it in unison: Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition.)

From there, Horwitz turns his attention to England's first attempts to colonize Virginia, going to the famed "Lost Colony" of Roanoke and then to Jamestown. He probes the fiction and facts surrounding Pocahontas, and while admitting that Captain John Smith was a bastard (in the modern sense), points out that in many ways he was the true and unsung "founding father" of New England, exploring its rocky coast six years before the Mayflower arrived and changing its name from "the North part of Virginia" to "New England."

I really enjoyed reading this book. We have an extremely interesting history, festering warts and all, and it does no one justice to illuminate only a handful of symbols and iconic figures, while ignoring the rest. I'm looking forward to picking up another book by Horwitz that I've got on hold at the public library (have I mentioned that I support public libraries?) called Confederates in the Attic. I can't wait to read it.

Friday, July 18, 2008

More Library Tales

I was shelving nonfiction books today and came across a book called The Lemming Migration. Ah yes, The Lemming Migration. I mentioned in the comments for my previous post that my school librarian -- we'll call her Miss McCarthy, shall we? -- was crabby crabby crabby. Maybe it's because my friends and I would take every chance we got to watch the Walt Disney movie of The Lemming Migration. We had these Super-8 viewers and film cartidges. The films were only about 5 minutes long, but you could watch them forwards and backwards. So we would watch the lemmings go of the cliff and plunge to their deaths in the icy water, and then we'd watch them all miraculously fly up out of the water and quickly back away from the cliff's edge, only to repeat it all over again. It was endlessly amusing to us. Not to Miss McCarthy though. Maybe it's because she suspected this about the movie.

As a former student of mine once said when she brought the severed duck feet in for Show & Tell: "Thome people might think thith ith kind of groth."

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Grumpy Librarian


While weeding the fiction section of the library today I came upon a book written by someone I knew: Keys For Signe, written by Marion Fuller Archer and published in 1965! Marion and her husband Leonard were long-time members of the Madison Monthly Meeting. They were both librarians. Leonard exuded Old World grace, while Marion always had a Puckish twinkle about her. As the convener of our meeting's library committee, she would periodically stand up after meeting for worship, and with a completely deadpan demeanor, identify herself as "the grumpy librarian" before giving a forthright scolding about overdue books checked out from the meetinghouse library. When I first began attending Quaker meeting I was a little intimidated by her (as well I should be -- I am a terrible offender when it comes to overdue library books.) Over time, I became aware of what a lovely person she was.

She was the consummate librarian. They don't make them like her anymore (one reason that I am so frustrated with the master's program that I'm in.) I had no idea that she was also an author. I showed the book to the librarian who is mentoring me, and then I got another surprise. He said, "Oh, she's the founder of the Golden Archer Award." Unlike other awards given for children's literature -- like the Newbery and Caldecott Awards -- which are selected by committees of adults, the Golden Archer Award, and its picture book counterpart, the Little Archer, is given each year to a book that is selected by schoolchildren all across Wisconsin. That's a pretty special kind of recognition.

Marion Archer died last year. Her husband preceded her in death by several years. I am sad that I didn't know them better. I feel as if I found a little buried treasure today.

Nancy Pelosi makes me want to spit!


From an article on Common Dreams today:

Kucinich came back with a single article, which was read into the record Tuesday. As it did with the others, the House referred it to the panel, chaired by Rep. John Conyers, D-Mich.

But this time, Pelosi said with a conspicuous lack of enthusiasm, that it would see some committee action. (Read it here.)

I consider the arrogance and disdain that she continues to show for the people of this country second only to that of the Bush despots. Yet I feel so helpless to do anything.

I wish that there would be a mutiny among the Democrats. Sigh.


Another Pacifist Under Surveillance

You may have read this post over at Enriched Geranium about the swag he received from me. I bought it from the gentleman in the video below, singer-songwriter and Friend, Tom Neilson. Notice his t-shirt (buy your own here,) and enjoy the song.

Library Conversation #3

This is with the same child as conversation #2.

"What are you doing?"

"Same thing I was doing yesterday."

"I could help you stamp the books."

"Okay."

[We set up shop at a table, me with my Sharpie in hand and her with the "DiscardeD" stamp.]

"So," she says. "Do you like working here?" [She asked me at least 5 variations of that question in about an hour. I think she was making polite conversation.]

"Yes, I do."

"Working is good. You make money." [I didn't have the stamina to explain to her that, because I am in a practicum, I actually have to pay for the privilege of working there.]

"Yeah, making money is good."

"I lost 3 tooth-es. How many tooth-es did you lose when you were a kid?"

"I don't know. All of my baby teeth."

[This went on for over an hour. She was delightful. At the end I let her choose a bunch of the books to keep. I thanked her for the help and for being good company.]

"Yeah, 'cause you get lonely, right?"

[I told the librarian that tomorrow we'll put her to work cataloging.]

Update on child from conversation #1. She came in all smiles today and announced, "I loved Hank the Cowdog!" Then she went and got another book I had recommended: My Father's Dragon.

I love working in the library (even if I'm not making any money.)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Library Conversation #2

It's summer school, and some kids have to hang out in the library waiting for siblings, especially if the classes get out at different times. One girl -- going into first grade -- has to wait for a good hour and a half for her brother, and she comes up frequently to ask me "When is it going to be time?"

One of my projects has been weeding old, ugly, unpopular, or duplicate books from the collection. Then they get deleted from the system, and all of the identifying library stamps get crossed out with a magic marker. That's what I was doing today when the aforementioned bored little girl came up to me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking old books out of the library, so there will be room for new books."

"Do you like writing in books?" [I could tell she was somewhat scandalized.]

"I'll bet it looks weird to see someone writing in a book, because you've probably always been told not to, right?"

"Yeah."

"You know what? It feels kind of weird to be writing in a book too, because I learned the same thing as you."

Library Conversation #1

I am spending 4 weeks this summer practice teaching in an elementary school library. The following is a real life conversation I had with a little girl today.

"Can I help you find something?"

"Well, do you have anything here that's interesting?"

"Interesting? Hmmm. What are you interested in?"

"Pretty much everything."

"Wow, everything. That should be easy to find something. Have you read any of the Geronimo Stilton books?"

"Yeah, my sister has a lot of them."

"What about Ramona?"

"Uh huh. Read it."

"Junie B. Jones?"

"Uh huh."

"Boxcar Children?"

"My sister has those, but I didn't really, you know, like them."

"The Littles?"

"My mom liked those, but I didn't really."

"How about Nancy Drew? She's a teenager who is a detective. [It would be more accurate for me to have said "sleuth", but she wouldn't have known what the heck I was talking about.]

I walk her over to show her the Nancy Drew books.

"Oh yeah, I've read those!"

"What about Catwings? It's about little cats with wings who have adventures." [Brilliant synopsis, eh?]

"Oh, the cats really do have wings!"

"Do you like cats?"

"No. I like dogs."

"O-kay. Dogs. [Lightbulb appears above my head.] Have you read Hank the Cowdog? He's a dog detective who thinks he's really smart but really he's pretty dumb.

"Ooh, these look good. I think I'll get these."

[Yay! Success at last.]

Monday, July 14, 2008

More on "Human Smoke"

A comment from Quaker Dave on my last post led me to look up some of the major reviews of Human Smoke. The first one I read was originally published in the LA Times, and is by author Mark Kurlansky (who wrote the superb book Nonviolence: History of a Dangerous Idea.) You can read it here. For the record, the NY Times reviewer didn't like it.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization

Human Smoke explores the roots of war through the lens of World War II. Using newspaper articles, diaries, letters, memoirs, and official documents, the author, Nicholson Baker, assembled hundreds of discrete vignettes into a compelling narrative that should dispel numerous myths about the early days of the "Good War." The evil of the Third Reich hardly needs more exposure, but this book offers further insight into the warped and perverse ideals that drove Hitler and his followers.

What surprised me in this book was the depth of the racism that motivated Winston Churchill. If you took speeches that Churchill made, and substituted the word "Jew" for "Hun" you might be hard-pressed to know that you weren't listening to Hitler. It was the British that began the indiscriminate bombing of the civilian population of Germany, for which "the Blitz" was retaliation.

And lest you think the European arm of the war was about freeing the Jews, guess again. Churchill's 1941 blockade of food, medicine, and clothing to the German-occupied countries caused the death of thousands and thousands of civilians, many of them Jewish refugees that had been expelled from their homes. Not to mention the Jewish refugees that were rounded up and imprisoned in concentration camps in England, because they were Germans too and might hold German sympathies.

Then there were the refugees that actually made it onto ships and escaped the carnage in Europe. The United States and countries of the British Commonwealth [i.e. Empire] enforced strict quotas as to how many refugees would be accepted every year. There were many instances of ships carrying refugees turned away from port after port. In some documented cases the ships were actually shelled at sea, killing most of their passengers.

(I remember my mother once telling me that the blame for the war between Israel and Palestine lay with Britain and the United States, for turning their backs on Jewish refugees. I had no idea of the magnitude.)

While Churchill is lusting for the blood of Huns, FDR is actively fomenting the Sino-Japanese War while tightening the noose around Japan, hoping to provoke them into an attack on the U.S. The attack on Pearl Harbor, when it came, was not a surprise. It was fully expected and the date that it occurred was anticipated, so essentially the 2000+ people that died in the attack were used as bait.

Baker also shows the profiteers: the arms manufacturers, the scientists and academics who saw war as a cash cow for their research, the opportunists (like Wisconsin native son, Frank Lloyd Wright, who thought the total destruction of those old European cities was a good thing, so that new cities could be built following a new plan -- his. What a weenie.)

The other thread of the story that Baker tells -- one that has not been told enough -- is that of the pacifists who actively resisted the war by working for diplomatic solutions, by defying Churchill's blockade to feed the starving population of Europe, by going to jail rather than fighting. Gandhi figures prominently, as do Clarence Pickett, Herbert Hoover, and Rufus Jones of the Religious Society of Friends. He mentions the Socialist Party and its leader Norman Thomas, the Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, the Fellowship of Reconciliation, and the War Resisters' League. Congresswoman Jeanette Rankin is lauded for casting the lone dissenting vote against joining the war. Many other individuals are mentioned as well, people in many countries.

Baker does not draw any parallels between his narrative and current events as we are experiencing them, but the parallels are clear. Just as the seeds of World War II were sown in World War I, we see the seeds of the Viet Nam War being sown during World War II. Violence begets violence, that is the message of this book.

Invariably when one is a pacifist, someone will say, "Yeah, but what about World War II?" Baker did impeccable research and presents reams of evidence that World War II was not inevitable, that like all wars it was motivated by a lust for power and profit, predicated on propaganda and lies.

Baker dedicates Human Smoke to "the memory of Clarence Pickett and other American and British Pacifists. They've never really gotten their due. They tried to save Jewish refugees, feed Europe, reconcile the United States and Japan, and stop the war from happening. They failed, but they were right."

I highly recommend Human Smoke. It is not a pretty book, many parts are painful to read, while others will infuriate. It is, however, in a format that is quite easy to read and I think you will find it absolutely compelling.

Friday, July 11, 2008

When clothes lines are outlawed, only outlaws have clothes lines.

After years of watching enviously while my neighbor hung her laundry out to dry, I made a trip to our friendly neighborhood Ace Hardware and bought my own umbrella-style clothes drier. Mr Ether graciously installed it for me, and I hung up my first load of laundry this afternoon.

Not only has my neighbor had a clothes line, but last week I noticed that she has a special apron that she wears, with big pockets to keep the clothes pins right at her fingertips. My jealousy knew no bounds! So yesterday, while I waited for the first load of wash to finish cycling, I sewed a clothes pin apron. You'd better believe it, bub. It's like a carpenters' apron, only girly. My own design. You can see it hanging there to the right of the tie-dye.

Woo hoo. Some people really know how to have a good time!

In case you didn't know, automatic clothes driers are the most energy wasteful appliance in the house. And while other appliances -- washing machines, refrigerators, etc. -- have been engineered in recent years to be more energy efficient, there is really nothing that can be done to improve driers.

Fortunately, we have those stalwart alternatives -- solar and wind power -- that do an excellent job, cost nothing (except the price of a clothes line apparatus and some clothes pins) and leave your garments smelling fresh as a daisy.

I know that some communities have "covenants" that forbid things like clothes lines and compost bins. If you live in one of those places, this is your chance to practice nonviolent resistance. Become an outlaw! Put up a clothes line! What can they do -- foreclose on your mortgage? Put you in the stocks? Send you to Gitmo?

(You can also go here to buy a folding drying rack, which doesn't hold as much, but it works.)

Today, a clothes line. Tomorrow, backyard chickens!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

What a jackass.

Yeah, him. The mean little man currently occupying the White House. I won't post a picture because I can't bear looking at his smirking mug any longer.
Perhaps President Bush has been paying attention to all the bad press his climate policies have received. Before leaving the G8 this week, The Independent reports Bush "told his fellow leaders: 'Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter.'"

Did you catch that? "Goodbye from the world's biggest polluter."

The report called it a two-fingered salute. I call it a one-finger salute, telling the world, yet again, to fuck off. He has no shame, no conscience, no class.

Deep sigh.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Go, Speed Racer, Go!

Enriched Geranium has a very funny post up here.

One winter day when our youngest daughter was a preschooler, she informed me that she and Daddy had stopped in an empty parking lot on the way home from somewhere, so that Daddy could pretend he was Speed Racer and do "doughnuts" in the snow. She also informed me that Daddy told her not to tell Mommy (probably knowing full well that she would.)

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

"Let them eat cake."


Chances are, you've already seen this. The G8 pigs are at the trough, while much of the rest of the world starves. Why do we allow this?

It reminds me of the book I am currently reading, Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization. The hubris, the thirst for war, and the absolute cruelty of the world's leaders at that time (and I'm not just talking about Hitler; Churchill and Roosevelt were equally inhuman in their own ways) was shocking. Nothing has changed, the thirst for power and profit rules the planet.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

Knitting. It's so ... relaxing.

Not! I have spent hours trying to knit a sweet little camisole. I have ripped it out and started over 4 or 5 times. I count my stitches oh so carefully, I mark the pattern repeats, and still the ¢¶•∞*˙Æ’∂ß≥ç∑@#!!! stitch count does not come out right. I have come to the conclusion that there must be an error in the pattern. It happens. Often times patterns even come with a disclaimer. (Like ... I'm going to sue them because my sweater isn't coming out right?) But this pattern is from a pricey eye candy knitting book, so you'd think there had been an editor involved with the project, and maybe some test-knitters too. I surrender to the whims of the Goddess Annoya (patron saint of things that get stuck in kitchen drawers -- according to author Terry Pratchett, and I've just decided, frustrating knitting projects.) I'll knit something else.

Book Review: People of the Book

Geraldine Brooks is the author of Year of Wonders and March, two novels that I enjoyed very much. I was looking forward to reading People of the Book, and I was not disappointed. A work of fiction woven around a true event from recent history, it tells the story of the Sarajevo Haggadah, a 500-year old illuminated Hebrew manuscript thought to have been destroyed during the 1995 shelling of Sarajevo. As it turned out, the manuscript had been spirited away to safety by a Muslim librarian and resurfaced after the war.

People of the Book opens in the spring of 1996, shortly after the Bosnian war ended. The hiding place of the Sarajevo Haggadah has been revealed. The United Nations, anxious to put the memory of the ethnic cleansing behind them (and possibly to distract from the fact that their inaction -- and that of the world's leading powers -- led to the genocide) wants to put the Haggadah back on display as soon as possible, as a show of the racial and cultural unity that historically flourished in the region. They hire Hanna Heath, an Australian specialist in the conservation of ancient manuscripts, to inspect the book as well as to write about it for a catalog that will accompany the exhibit. During her inspection, Hanna finds artifacts within the manuscript's pages, which she hopes will unlock some of the mysteries of its origins.

Part art history, part Bosnian history, part thriller -- this was an absolutely compelling book to read. Brooks used each artifact that Hanna found in the book to tell the story of how one part of the book came to be: Why were there such beautiful illuminations, extremely rare for a Hebrew text? How did the book survive the fires of the Inquisitors? How did it come to be in Sarajevo? Why were people compelled to save this particular text over the course of a turbulent five centuries?

Entwined with the story of the Haggadah is Hanna Heath's own turbulent story and, I can't help but think, a condemnation of the kind of extremism that can lead to genocide. Brooks was not heavy-handed about pointing it out, but 1996 was not that long ago and there are plenty of situations happening now that are reminiscent of the past. I found this passage to be particularly revealing. It is a discussion about the Haggadah between Hanna and another book conservator:
"It's still doing what it was meant to do, or it will be, as soon as it goes into the museum. It was made to teach and it will continue to teach. And it might teach a lot more than just the Exodus story."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, from what you've told me, the book has survived the same human disaster over and over again. Think about it. You've got a society where people tolerate difference, like Spain in the Convivencia, and everything's humming along: creative, prosperous. Then somehow this fear, this hate, this need to demonize 'the other' -- it just sort of rears up and and smashes the whole society. Inquisition, Nazis, extremist Serb nationalists ... same old, same old. It seems to me the book, at this point, bears witness to all that."
This was an excellent book. I highly recommend it.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Catch A Wave!

Got this email from my brother, who is grateful to have escaped after 10 years living in Salt Lake City:

Looking for ways to creep out your child's classmates and make the teachers wonder just what you're all about? Then dress your children like the polygamists!

And then check out the website here. Better hurry, so that those back-to-school clothes arrive in time!

(This memory just came back to me: About 10 years ago we were in SLC visiting my afore-mentioned brother. We were in a downtown mall, cutting through the Deseret Bookstore -- like Borders, only Mormon -- when I looked over and saw a family dressed in quaint old-fashioned clothes. I was about to ask my brother's girlfriend, "Are they having Laura Ingalls Wilder Days here?" when she says in a stage whisper out of the corner of her mouth, "Polygamist Alert!")

(And, by the way, Enriched Geranium really does have LDS action figures.)

Book Reviews (Part 3)

Fallam's Secret by Denise Giardina was my fluff book this week. I so much loved Giardina's Storming Heaven and The Unquiet Earth and was pleased to see that she had another novel. While not as good as the earlier two, it was fun. She incorporates West Virginia current events (mountaintop removal) with time travel to Cromwell's England. It was lightweight, somewhat predictable, and okay, the sex was a little heavy-handed. But if you're looking for an escape, if you enjoyed Diana Gabaldan's Outlander series (Ed, consider yourself warned!) you might enjoy it.

Book Reviews (Part 2)

The second book I read this week was Inside Out Gardening: 10 New Gardening Rules by Terry Hollembaek. This is a little self-published book written by a guy who lives here in Southwestern Wisconsin. Last Friday, the in-laws (mother and sister) and I drove out to his farm, Nancy's Meadow Herbs. My goal? To buy one lemon verbena plant.

Needless to say, we returned with the entire back of the car filled with plants. (Being the end of the planting season, they were anxious to get rid of their tender annuals, like basil, and gave them to us at no cost. Very nice.) Terry and his wife have the most amazing gardens, and a compelling philosophy about landscaping -- hence the book!

This is not a glitzy, eye-candy gardening book. It has no illustrations whatsoever. In fact, employing a copy editor might have been a good idea. But if you want your yard to be an extension of your indoor living space, but you don't have a ton of time or money, and you aren't sure whether you have the know-how either, this may be the book for you. In person, and in his writing, Terry is a fun-loving, interesting fellow who loves plants and the outdoors, and hopes you'll love them too. (He also loves folk music, community radio, Renaissance fairs, birds,
kids ...)

The book is $12 + shipping, and available here.

Book Reviews: Casting a Wide Net (Part 1)

I finished 3 books this week. Sometimes I feel like a reading PacMan, gobbling up the yellow dots before the monsters get me. I have the stack of books that accumulated over the spring when I didn't have as much time for reading, and then I keep putting books on hold at the library as I find out about them. So QUIT recommending books to me, DARN IT! No, no ... I didn't really mean it. I LOVE reading. I LOVE talking about books. Here is number one (others to follow in separate posts.)

Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature Deficit Disorder by Richard Louv. Billed by The Boston Globe as an "absolute must-read for parents" I have to say that I think that this book may be a must-read for anyone concerned about the state of the natural environment. This is a book about reconnecting children with the natural world -- certainly the job of parents and educators -- but it is also about accepting that kids experience the outdoors in decidedly different ways than adults do, and that has to be okay. You, the adult, might want to go quietly, binoculars in hand, down the pristine path looking for birds. Kids, on the other hand, want to run, climb, touch, poke, dig, build -- all those same things we did when we were kids. And those are the very experiences that kids are lacking these days. Consider this quote, from a fourth-grader in California: "I like to play indoors better 'cause that's where all the electrical outlets are."

There are a fair number of depressing statistics in the book, but overall its message is one of hope -- that this is a trend that has developed over the last generation, and can be reversed; that there is renewal for everyone when you get outside; that it's fun, for goodness sake! I bogged down a little in the last third of the book, because it's kind of repetitive, but I'm very glad that I read it, and it certainly inspires me to institute some changes in my teaching practice come September.

I finished the book on Sunday afternoon, and Enriched Geranium and I went to the University Arboretum for a walk. Our arboretum has a large formal garden area with hundreds of crabapple trees and lilac bushes. It's heavenly in May! On a Sunday in June, threatening rain, there weren't a lot of people there, but there were two little kids sitting up in a tree. I was so thrilled to see them, although I expected someone to come up and yell at them at any moment. They weren't experiencing nature the "right" way!

This is a good book, even to read parts of it. It has some good quotes in it too.