Friday, June 30, 2006

um, what kind of muffin was that, again?

You ain't seen nothin', from Slacktivist

When I first saw the phrase "Prairie Muffin", I was thinking, "these women would name their organization after cow pies?" Apparently there are other meanings to the term "muffin". "Muff", I've heard. Hadn't heard the other term used in a sexual context, but I guess it's a natural extension of the phrase.

Anyway. Ooof. I'd be inclined to think the whole thing was a spoof, except that I do know people like this who are quite serious.

I don't know why I bother.

I called a coworker to tell her some news about an upcoming departmental restructuring, and she immediately imputed the worst possible motives (power grab) to the parties in question. I disagree; the restructuring makes sense, and I've been wondering for a while why they hadn't moved in that direction before.

This coworker has a poison tongue, and always comes up with the worst motives possible for any action. Granted, she has good reason to be paranoid -- she's obnoxious, and has pretty much worked her way down the corporate ladder. "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get you" definitely applies to her. But it's her own fault -- she's made her own bad luck.

Oh, well. 'Nuff venting. I told her I refuse to speculate about matters that I can't change and which probably won't directly affect my workload.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Crunchy Frog, anyone?

Who Should Paint You: Salvador Dali

You're a complex, intense creature who displays many layers.
There's no way a traditional portrait could ever capture you!


Funny, I never did like Dali very much... Go figure!

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Failed sump pump, water in basement

6/27/06 -- So we got home around 10 pm last night and found that we had about an inch and a half (give or take -- there are low spots) of water in the basement. No electrical failures -- the sump pump just gave up the ghost. We messed with the water for about two hours, opening a drain in the floor (and I twisted my ankle) then went to bed.

This morning, we got up bright and early, and K. went off in search of a pump while I made breakfast (Home Depot won't have any until tomorrow, but the local mom & pop hardware store had a few left). Most of the standing water had gone; K. got the new sump pump installed, and I shop-vac'd the remaining squishy bits up, turned on the dehumidifier and a fan, and started moving the dry boxes of books upstairs. Eventually got to the bottom layer of books; we had to throw out only about 30 or so books, and I wrote down the titles in case I want to replace them later on. Most of our reenacting gear is in Rubbermaid tubs, so I just moved those from one corner of the basement to the other, leaving space for airflow. K. got another dehumidifier to supplement the first, and the space is drying out nicely.

It could've been a lot worse. K. ran into people at Home Depot looking for sump pumps who had a lot more water in their basements. I could have lost many more books. We could have had sewage or any number of other nasty occurrences.

We're going to relax for the rest of the day. We deserve it.

6/28/06 -- I'm sore. Sore ankle, sore back, stretched out hamstrings. Ow.

The basement is drying out, the sump pump is working. It smells a bit musty, even with the two dehumidifiers running, so I put the fan on -- we had an area rug that got a bit damp on one edge, and I think that's the main culprit, so the fan is directed toward the rug.

Friday, June 16, 2006

Feminism and guns

Ok, if anybody bothered to wander over here from bitch phd's blog, here's the thing. I'm not a gun nut. I believe in safety first, as I said on her blog. I believe that we need mandatory safety training for anyone who wants to own a gun -- training, licensing, gun locks, etc. That gets me plenty of grief from my more conservative friends, but you know what? Laws get passed because people do dumb things. And it's ludicrous that you have to get licensed to drive a car, but don't need one to own a gun. (It's also ludicrous that people don't need a license to own a boat -- you can kill yourself and your passengers very quickly out on the water, but you can just go buy a boat and there's no requirement that people learn the laws governing right of way. But that's a rant for another day.)

Kids get killed by guns because of the arrogance and complacency of the adults in their lives, who think (usually), "My kid would never do that." Well, guess what -- kids don't generally have good judgement. Their brains aren't that well-developed; that's why they need adults to look out for them. There is no excuse for leaving a gun where a kid can get at it. Get a gun safe, or a trigger lock, or both, and use them.

That being said, I've heard anecdotes about how the number of kids killed by guns in a given year is lower than the number killed by drowning. So I headed over to the CDC website this evening to see for myself, and it's true. I ran a search for deaths with undetermined intent from both firearms and drowning for the year 2003, ages 0 to 14. If I'm reading this correctly, there were 13 deaths per 60,737,916 from firearms, and 19 per 60,737,916 from drowning. You can run the numbers yourself, if you doubt.

That's still too many deaths, both from drowning and from firearms. I don't see anyone rushing out to outlaw backyard pools, but I do see laws requiring pools to be fenced in. The NRA crowd shoots themselves in the foot, so to speak, by being so rabidly against sensible legislation that would prevent such deaths.

On the other hand...

When I was in my early 20s, a few years after the stalking incident that constituted the final push toward feminism for me, Ms. Magazine (to which I then had a subscription) published a story written by a woman who owned a farm out in the Midwest somewhere. Some of the more loutish local men had been deliberately coming onto her property and drinking beer, leaving the cans/bottles where she could see them. If I recall the story, she did ask them to leave, and they replied with jeers or something. So she drove up to them and asked them to leave and take their empties with them. One of the drunk guys came up to her and said, "what beer cans?" "Those beer cans," she replied, pointing with her handgun. "Yes, ma'am!", they said, and picked up their cans and left. She apparently had no more problems from them.

I have friends (single girls) who were renting a house in rural So. Md. Someone decided they were good targets and robbed their house repeatedly. They got a dog -- the dog was tied up by the robbers, and the house was robbed again. I don't remember what they did next, but they were concerned that rape was next. The nearest police station was more than 20 minutes away.
A few years ago, I met a woman who had had a career that required a lot of driving on business, including staying alone in hotels in unfamiliar cities. She had carried a gun with her, and had once or twice had to let some would-be attackers know that she had it and was prepared to defend herself if necessary. She was absolutely unapologetic for carrying a gun.

What were these women supposed to do to protect themselves? Move? Leave? Stay home with the door locked? That's letting the bullies push you around. That's being a victim.

Guns are tools. I'm probably rare, in that I'm used to using tools. I put down most of the flooring in my house, using a staple gun and air compressor. I rented a powered post-hole auger to put in the fence around my garden. I also grew up around a gun -- my mother's, in fact; she was a bit of a sharpshooter in a local sporting club when she was a girl, and her mother owned a gun and was a bit of a crack shot herself. It's a skill thing. And we were always taught respect and safety. You'd no more fool around with a gun than you would stick your hand into the blade of a table saw.

So a gun, to me, is just another tool. It's certainly not one you want to ever have to use -- but it's a means of balancing the power in a situation where men (who are usually bigger and stronger) and women are unequal.

As I've said elsewhere, it's not a tool that everyone should use. Most women are afraid of guns. If that's the case, they shouldn't own one -- it's highly likely the gun would get taken away from them and used against them. For most women, a can of mace or martial arts training would probably be better options.

But I think that the knee-jerk reaction that most of Ms. Magazine's readers had to the story I mentioned, and which most feminists have to the whole gun issue, should be rethought. Yes, American gun culture is full of macho and swagger and testosterone. But guns are just tools. They can be used for good (to protect, as in law enforcement) or to harm.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Fear and Loathing in Middle Earth

Here -- scroll all the way down, link is on the right. Worth it.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Fire blight

So this weekend I spent a lot of time pruning. Mostly I was up-pruning the birch/maple/elm/dogwoods so that you can actually mow under them, and to open the trees up to better air flow.

Unfortunately, I also had to take out a fair bit of several fruit trees (one of the pears, two of the apple trees) because they'd developed fire blight, which is a virus that causes the branches affected to look as though they'd been scorched. I found some online guides that said to prune back the affected branches to well below the start of the blight, dipping the pruners in a bleach solution between cuts. So that's what I did.

The buerre bosc pear tree is now half its former size. This is not a good thing -- severe pruning encourages watersprouts, which are also prone to blight -- but I looked at which branches had the blight, and decided to do drastic surgery. It's better than losing the tree. And even if I lost the tree, I'm hoping to keep the blight from progressing further on the other trees. So I need to spray the now-reduced trees periodically through the rest of the summer, and hopefully things will get better. It broke my heart to throw out the branches I pruned that had so many half-grown pears on them. But it was necessary. You gotta do what you gotta do.

I've been thinking about gardening off and on, particularly while weeding. It's really clear (esp. while weeding the back fence, which borders on wild land) that gardening is really the act of imposing order on chaos. I tend to be a bit of a chaotic gardener -- I don't like lots of pruning and fussing and coddling plants -- but I still have to keep the wild bits from taking over. And there's something about tackling a little corner of the garden and making it look good that makes the rest of life, no matter how chaotic, seem more manageable.

Ok, so I'm retro...

We knew that.

You Belong in 1954

If you scored...

1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!

1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too.

1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all!

1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day.

1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Political Compass

Here.

Hm. Well, I have been describing myself as a fiscal moderate (sensible government -- balanced budgets, please; sensible spending, with frequent reforms to curtail the fraud, abuse and cronyism endemic to government) and a social safety net, but no free handouts for life -- people should work if they can) and social libertarian (i.e., get the government the heck out of our private lives) for years. Guess that still fits.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Eating the Roses

A friend sent me this link, about edible flowers being used as garnishes. Nifty.

I've known about edible flowers for a long time -- in fact, I once ate a rose to tick off the guy who gave it to me (he was being kinda clingy and posessive). It worked, too.

House Republicans and the War on Terror

Just read this article about the links between Abramoff, Delay, the Marianas, and terrorism. Sounds to me like money takes precedence over safety. More business as usual, I'm afraid... The House Republicans never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity. They should be doing everything they can to fight terror, but if it goes against their own financial interests, they make the wrong decision. But maybe there's hope, now that Delay's out:

In other news, House members are asking Bush to seek emergency funding for free credit monitoring for the former and current military personnel whose data was on that stolen VA laptop. I wonder if he'll do the right thing and ask for that funding, or just ignore it? This is a big deal -- if someone were to use that data to impersonate military personnel to get onto military bases, they could do a lot of damage.

Republicans and the War on Terror

Just read this article about the links between Abramoff, Delay, the Marianas, and terrorism. Sounds to me like money takes precedence over safety. More business as usual, I'm afraid... The House Republicans never miss an opportunity to miss an opportunity. They should be doing everything they can to fight terror, but if it goes against their own financial interests, they make the wrong decision.

In other news, House members are asking Bush to seek emergency funding for free credit monitoring for the former and current military personnel whose data was on that stolen VA laptop. I wonder if he'll do the right thing and ask for that funding, or just ignore it? This is a big deal -- if someone were to use that data to impersonate military personnel to get onto military bases, they could do a lot of damage.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

voices from the past

So I got an email out of the blue from someone I knew in college -- one of my friends from my first two years, when I was a member of one of the more conservative Christian groups on campus. He and his wife and two kids are moving to the area (more or less) soon, and he wants to get together to catch up on old times.

These things are really awkward. I made such a deliberate effort to become a new person during the last year or so of college, and the couple of years after that, that it's hard to meet with people who knew me before that period. They don't really know who I am now, and I often don't feel like explaining it.

Not sure how I'll reply...

Yes, there really IS a Podunk.

Article here

Monday, June 05, 2006

Extreme Mentos

NPR tried the standard Mentos and Diet Coke experiment a while ago. Now someone has taken it to the level of performance art, recreating the Bellagio Fountains in Las Vegas. It looks like they've figured out a way to limit the outflow (holes in the lids?) and control the delivery of the Mentos into the Coke. Very cool!

(Tip o' the pen to Sullivan)

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Fire extinguishers are a GOOD thing

So, last weekend coming back from Fort Frederick, we got stuck in a backup, and then when we passed the source of the backup, it was a Jeep Grand Cherokee that had been burned to bare metal; the occupants were sitting on the guard rail looking forlorn.

Last night, we were sitting under our fly when the guy at the camp next to us lit his Coleman lantern -- except that it went up in large blue flames. He managed to get it out from under his fly and off the (plastic) table to 20 ft away on the grass. I rummaged in my First Aid box and got out the fire extinguisher, and he put out the fire. Kevin told me the propane tank would have exploded if it had heated enough. (Phew!)

I'm very glad I got a fire extinguisher for our kit. Have to go out and replace it before the next event.

Also have GOT to get an extinguisher for the car and the truck. I've been meaning to for years, and this should be a warning...