Thursday, August 31, 2006

Frailty, Thy Name Is Fate and Vacations

Judging by the mauling the Carolinas and Environs are getting in the next couple days, my humble three-day vacation in North Carolina looks fucked. No, I'm sorry, fuckt. A derivative, angrier version of fucked, if you will. The drive down was going to be awesome. Now it appears it could be death defying. Unless, however, the weather gods are merciful... And I was really looking forward to exploring the coast a little bit. Now my office manager tells me I'll be one of the lonely headed in that direction.
Whatever. I'll go somewhere again, because frailty, thy name ISN'T Porcupine.

In other news, the tooth situation has, uh, straightened itself out. (seriously, it's too easy.)

So Naguib Mahfouz, who shares a birthday with me, died. Most obits about him have sucked. I mean, suckt. Here's a decent one.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Have you seen this?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oP5J4W5GQ3w

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLUAbkRUvVQ&feature=related

Pachelbel's Ace Guitar

Amazing. Check out Pachelbel's Canon:

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5725826

And the well-told backstory:

http://www.iht.com/articles/2006/08/29/news/guitar.php

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

well thought-out posts are soo five refreshes ago

So, huh, what to say? It's August 29th in the year of your lord 2006, and kids are back in school learning that the world is one giant popularity contest, and the losers shall suffer crippling, billowing injustice which only death can relieve, while the winners will ignore it or opine fleetingly on blogs.
oh for chrissake porcupine...
ok, ok, i was just kidding. Here's a cute story. My two nieces have a sleep over at my house a couple days ago. This is a very big deal. My younger niece packed her pink barbie suitcase at 6:30 a.m. that morning and lugged it around with her all day. We have a great time. I'm talking ice cream, Baja Fresh, running around playing soccer, watching Chronicles of Narnia and a general poignant and heartwarming display of familial bliss. The same younger niece, who says things like "I yuv you" and who has astutely observed her aunt's deficient home-making habits, pulls me aside before going to bed.
"Bua ji?" She is earnest. "Do you make breakfast?"
"Yes, my dear, indeed I do." (I am, apparently, British in this memory.)
She starts nodding.
"Good," she says. "Because I get very hungry in the morning."

The poor child thought I wouldn't feed her. Remind me to not put a bun in the oven anytime soon.
In other words: Troops, stay the hell out of my uterus. Or if you visit, just don't stay. Did I really just post this?

Monday, August 21, 2006

Moral language

"Moral language is really the language of victims...we use it more to condemn other people's behavior than we do to motivate our own."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/08/20/AR2006082000501_2.html

Friday, August 18, 2006

This Is Such Profound Bullshit

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/08/16/AR2006081601622.html

So, here we go, "combating" terrorism without the least bit of effort going into defining our terms, or understanding a bloody, violent and horrendous global history in which the we have played a grubby and big part. It's like a bandaid on a heart attack.
Not looking for some gratuitous political correctness in this article -- an article that, by the way, buys into a bigoted, false premise that Islam equals terrorism. Check out the headline that says, "New Focus Is On Terrorism, But Training Is Struggling to Keep Up" and the first five grafs talk about "Islam, Arabic culture, and understanding the terrorist mindset"-- all in the same malignant, insidious sentence.

No, I hate the kind of political correctness that stifles peoples abilities to be themselves or communicate honestly.
But I am looking to combat terrorism. And to that end, I'm looking for some intelligence, some fact, some context rather than a writer and a paper that has bought into an assumption that they hate us because, well, they are Muslim or Arab, and, shucks, shrug and sigh, that's what they do for sport. Now let's learn about Mecca. Okey dokey. Yawn. That about sums it up. This is not how you fight and end terrorism, in my not so humble opinion.
So a really funny guy I know was complaining about his recent trip to a Starbucks Coffee. The young girl in front of him requested fair trade coffee. He found this to be an annoying request. So when he got to the counter, he made a request for Unfair trade coffee.
This was funny.
He went on to tell me that it was not only annoying, but pretentious, for this girl to ask for fair trade coffee. Who the hell is she? he protested. What..is she better than everyone else? Fuck her, was his point. I gave him shit about being judgmental, but I understood where he was coming from.

I've heard this sentiment before. I worked with a guy who said activists piss him off as a rule. This was during the WTO protests in D.C. He rolled his eyes a lot when he talked about the activists, describing them as hippies, anarchists, free sexers and, well, people you roll your eyes over. (following his logic, the activists were never normal shmos like him because that would puncture his fantasy and his ability to hate them.) I get it. I get why people have that reaction. I've experienced it a lot -- both as an eye roller and as an eye rollee. Me being a vegetarian, for instance, is often a, um, chickenbone of contention (thaz right, i am the punstress). It rarely happens, but some people have said to me, "Well I looove meat," or some such defensive thing, as if my vegetarianism implicates or accuses. That's not the intent, but I get why someone would feel that way. After all, animal rights activists have been known to hurl accusations -- and blood.
It is uniquely off putting to be around someone who is righteous. Like the girl who is preserving her virginity until marriage, sitting in quiet judgement of those who don't. Or the people who foist their ideals of perfection on you -- these are the proper manners, this is proper attire, this is the way to throw a party, a wedding, a life, my way is the right way. It is precisely why political correctness has been such a colossal failure. How dare someone police my language? Never.
But everyone has some degree of obnoxious righteousness in them that they dip into on occasion and fling at other people.
So it's not surprising to want to silently raise a middle finger to Fair Trade Coffee drinkers around the world. Again, I've felt that way myself.

But here's the deal. After some thought, some consideration, a little ego check, I feel -- righteously-- that people need to fucking get over themselves.
It's soo much easier to be a spectator and make fun. To be clever and on the sidelines. To trash the people who take a stand, who have conviction, who are passionate about something, even if it is misplaced, or you disagree with it.
It's much easier to sit and fondle the fence, to sit in judgment (much like the virgin) or let your eyes rolls out of control when you are around people with a point of view. It is, in my estimation, cowardly.
"Who does she think she is," is, in my estimation, a cowardly attitude.
But suppose you, for a minute, take people at face value. Suppose Fair Trade girl genuinely believes she's making the world a better place by buying fair trade coffee. Why not let her be? Why not send good mental vibes toward her? She's just acting in accord with her belief system, right or not. It's one thing if you disagree. But if you don't know whether you agree or not, maybe don't knock it til you try it.
Or at least analyze why you are a hater. Maybe that's the best course of action.

Also, I am SO much better than ALL OF YOU.
HAH!
Ok, I'm a get me some Sanka now. See y'all later.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Debate Wears On

from The Onion

POINT-COUNTERPOINT

U.S. Out Of My Uterus
By Jessica Linden

It comes down to one thing: It's my body. Not Uncle Sam's, not Trent Lott's, not Pat Robertson's. Mine. Congress can demand a portion of my income, it can tell me how fast to drive, it can kill killers and anyone else it thinks it must to preserve a free and civil society. But my body—the skin, bones and organs that comprise me—is where the line gets drawn.
VS.

We Must Deploy Troops To Jessica Linden's Uterus Immediately
By Gen. William Patterson, U.S. Army
To protect America's interests, it is sometimes necessary to mobilize and deploy a military force. We now stand on the brink of such a time. The tactical importance of Jessica Linden's uterus to
national security is twofold: First, with its rich, fertile walls, this uterus is a vital source of future Americans. Second, the uterus is situated in an extremely strategic location, leaving it vulnerable to a hostile foreign power. This uterus must be given top priority by the Pentagon. Establishing a strong U.S. military presence in Jessica Linden's uterine region is by far the most sensible course of action.