Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
This morning I received a call from some people who have formed a committee to prevent the "dumping of nuclear waste into the Ogallala Aquifer"; their concern is the storage of low-level nuclear waste (contaminated clothing, for example) at Andrews, Texas. That caller requested that I be connected to a state agency to register my opposition. Well, that led to a talk with a very nice man in Washington with the Department of Energy, thence to joining the Union of Concerned Scientists (ah, you say, she follows threads oddly).
I have been opposed to nuclear power for decades, because of the waste problem. No matter how you slice it, that is unsolved. The half-life of the radioactive materials that are considered "waste", in terms of the actual liquid waste of a nuclear power plant, is 10,000 years or so (but who's counting?), and there is no really safe way to store it in my opinion.
Some environmentalists, such as Stewart Brand, are advocating we use nuclear power to save the air quality that remains. I believe this is short-term thinking, but who am I to say? There are no easy choices these days.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
When I stopped going to yoga class, I eventually stopped doing yoga at home; gradually that had consequences for me. Today I started to sneeze and got a sharp pain in my upper back. Yesterday I did yoga for the first time in many weeks. It helped my mid-back soreness quite a lot.
Why I have to learn through pain I do not know, but I know I am not alone!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
If Wayne Newton and Anne Murray got married they could have given birth to k.d. lang. There are times in this song when if you close your eyes you could believe it was Anne Murray singing. If you keep your eyes open, Wayne's genes are clearly there!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Throughout this film, I was asking "what is really going on here?" ... and rightly so.
The plot revolves around a draughtsman who is contracted to do 12 drawings of a beautiful country estate in England in the 17th Century. Everything about the film is lush and beautifully done. The draughtsman, blinded by his conceit, does not see what is really happening at all, until it is too late.
The men, who believe they are in charge, find out otherwise.
The wigs, outrageously large and flamboyant, would be unbelievable, but I think they are relatively faithful to the fashion of the day. Thanks to Osprey's five-star list again.
Thanks to Osprey's five-star list again.
This spare Japanese film depicts a sort of "bardo", an intermission sort of time and place between mortal life and eternity. In a rundown, wabi-sabi office building, a group of people interview the newly dead and ask them each to choose one defining moment from their lives, which is then recreated on film by the interviewers, and shown to the dead, who then have that moment as their only memory from the entire lifespan.
Quiet, thoughtful, surprising, the film was a sheer joy to watch. Thank you, Osprey, for rating it with five stars on Netflix, or I may never have watched it!
On my way out the door with Bear to let him take a
For some reason, the smells most people seem to find attractive I find gross and horrid. These bags, for example, have a scent that to my nose is a cross between cigarette smoke and cheap perfume. WHY? I ask you ...
That reminds me of the STINKY aisle in the supermarket, where I have to hold my breath as I pass the candle section. And the "craft" store, where they have mingled odors that give my sinuses the feeling of having a metal knitting needle poked up into them. The odors that are pictured in stink-removal advertising are not nearly as offensive to me as the artificial ones they put in the stinky air "fresheners". Onions? Bring em on. Fish? yum! Cabbage? Mmmmmmmmmm. Wet dog? OH he will dry. Artificial strawberry? OMG LEMME OUTA HERE!
The odors that are pictured in stink-removal advertising are not nearly as offensive to me as the artificial ones they put in the stinky air "fresheners". Onions? Bring em on. Fish? yum! Cabbage? Mmmmmmmmmm. Wet dog? OH he will dry. Artificial strawberry? OMG LEMME OUTA HERE!
Tuesday, September 08, 2009
Alice Tangerini, well-known illustrator for the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History, suffered an eye injury four years ago. She now has double vision in her right eye, and because she needs clarity to continue her lifelong work of illustration, she wears a patch on that eye and uses Photoshop to help her complete her work. Read the full story here.*
*Photoshop posted the story on Facebook; their link goes to NPR.
The hoopla and hysteria over President Obama addressing our schoolchildren was amazing to me. What did they think he would say?
"You children of Republicans, I want you to leave home immediately and head for the nearest liberal parents you know, for your own safety."
"Children of the United States, it is your duty to promote my health care plan, and I am sending you leaflets to distribute."
"Dear wee ones, we are about to have a revolution. Hide under the bed. We will put you into communal homes afterwards."
I mean, COME ON! Now that his innocuous speech encouraging children to do their best in school has finally been aired, can we get back to REALITY?
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Ah underpainting, thy sweet bliss is upon me.
Professor Antfarmoffski's World Renowned Flea Circus will perform at the Lindenburg Flying Theatre this Saturday, September 5, 2009, and next Saturday, September 12, 2009, at 2PM Second Life Time (aka Pacific Time)!
Don't miss this death-defying stupendous show! Four daring fleas in appropriate costume perform their dangerous acts. See Esmeralda charm Wild Beasts; Hugo pull a cart carrying Fat Pierre (the Heaviest Flea in The World); Frollo in The Water Leap of Doom; and Phoebus jump through The Hoop of Burning Death!
The other acts alternately charm and alarm ... see Doctor Tornado uncover a mysterious ailment! Kitty Zimmer, the Cat who Swallowed the Canary, sings her heart out! Alazi Sautereau dances her exotic dance! Osprey Therian is beefed up by Linden Tonic! And last but not least, watch as the Sir Thomas Beecham's Gnu Ballet Troupe, accompanied by our beloved Raoul on piano, dance to Beethoven's 7th Symphony!
Surely a must-see extravaganza!*
*See poster for location!