Enjoy The Process

I know that I had a Thing to write about when I went to wordpress, but that Thing has fled, chased away by the stupidly large number of steps it takes to get to the dedicated to posting page on WordPress  I don’t like the quick post pages.  I am high maintenance like that.  I don’t have a shortcut or bookmark for it, either.  I’m low-planning like that.  Or perhaps it would be more true to say that I am low-execution like that.   Which, while more accurate, makes it sound rather as if I only murder a few people, now and then, so perhaps we’ll ignore the fact that I can plan from here to kingdom come, and execute very little of that.

Which has more or less to do with today’s post title, which is a mantra I have to remind myself of every so often.  I was reminded of it today, quite helpfully, by this post over here.  It iscertainly something I am excessively guilty of doing, and tes in to an email I was writing this morning.  By looking only at the carrot, we can occasionally walk off a cliff, if we’re not careful.  Which is actually not what the articl says, but is sort of an “in addition to” stream-of-consciousness type thing that occurred to me while I was typing.

I think part of the problem today is that I did not sleep all that terribly well last night.  I had very weird dreams that involved a book that required deaths to make it work.  Plus several other assorted oddities that I managed to forget some time between stumbling sleep-drunkenly into the bathroom, where I wondered why the lights wouldn’t turn on when I pulled paper ff the roll, and my morning chai.  It’s normally morning tea, but I ran out of PG Tips, and I have a hard time justifying the massive mug of tea every day when it costs $10 for 100 grams.  But chai I seem to have coming out of my ears, at the moment, so it is a more than acceptable substitute, for the time being.

Today is Thursday, about which there is nothing terribly noteworthy.  There is a good chance I will have the apartment to myself this evening, which is actally quite glorious.  So, I lied.  There is something noteworthy about Thursdays – I can wander around the apartment in sweatpants and a showgirl giant feather fan headdress and none of you will be the wiser.  Unless, of course, I tell you all about the massive cae of whiplash I’d probably give myself trying to get to the bathroom, so maybe I’ll nix the headdress.  I can’t imagine it will make me a better video game player, anyway, which is what I am most likely to spend my evening doing.

I am currently sharing my office with a cocker spaniel.  I have to take her back to her owner soon, but for the moment, she is looking quite attractive, being all golden and floofy on the green carpet.  She needs a good trim/brushing/shaving, though.  Once she’s gotten that, I shall perhaps post a picture of her.   She has a goofy grin, and she makes pig noises when she’s excited.  I can only take photographs of one of those traits.

I could tell you about the current state of the wonders of my modern medicine, but I am feeling as if I will be less than witty if I start talking about that, so I’ll shelve that as an Idea For A Future Post (That May Or May Not Actually Happen.)

Wednesday What’s-es

It’s Wednesday!  What’s the Wonder Hamster…

Listening to:  Random soft-rock.  It’s what plays on the radio the receptionist has.  It’s better than nothing, but not a lot.  In the car it’s a toss up between DJ Shadow/things to listen that make traffic congestion bearable and things I can sing along to.  Which I seem to have less and less of – the more I sing, the more my range is shifting back upwards.  or something.  Who knows.

Eating: Better.  Salads are more daily, at the moment, breakfast more substantial.  Also, a lot of fiber lately, for various reasons that are far too boring to talk about.

Drinking: Tea, coffee, water water water.  Which is good.  It’s getting to the point that I’ll switch from hot tea in the mornings to milk coffee.  Not quite yet, but soon.

Reading: All the same stuff as last week, but also The Power of Habit, by Duhigg.  Which I actually quite recommend.  It’s very interesting, especially if you’re trying to break old habits or start new ones.   I’m in the section that talks about corporate habits, at this point, which is also good.

Watching: Still Supernatural.  Though I did finally get around to watching The Man From Earth recently, which was recommended a very long time ago by the Iowa folks.  Not bad, really.  Nothing stellar, but it’s sort of a shallow intro course in a lot of different academic fields packed into two hours with a story draped around it in a not-unconvincing manner.  I’m really not trying to damn it with faint praise, really.  It’s just sort of middle of the road.  Not a bad use of your netflix time, if you’ve got it.

Wearing: The usual work uniform, dress pants and a dress shirt, neither of which fit very well anymore.  Eventually, I’ll buy some new clothes, but right now I A) don’t really feel like it, and B) don’t have the money for it.  Which gets me off the hook 😉

Writing: Blog posts, does that count?  Everything else sits in its folders, mocking me, right now.  I need to read something.  I have the ideas, just not the words.  Blargle.

Thinking:   Right now, a lot about money.  Getting it, using it, stewarding it, that sort of thing.  I once read somewhere – probably Motley Fool, or something similar – that our social reluctance to talk about money is the root of many of our individual money problems.  That’s as may be, but I still squirm writing about it.

Feeling:  Sleepy, a little turned inside out.  I’m trying to adjust my seep schedule to allow for morning workouts, but it is not the easiest thing, going to bed while there’s still light out.  Luckily for me (?) Midsummer is coming soon, and the days will get shorter, and eventually I’ll complain about the flip side.  There is comfort in these traditions.  For me, anyway.

Wanting:  A nap, or better coffee.

Needing: To stop procrastinating on a lot of things.  Resume, job search, grad school stuff.  One thing at a time, right?  Start at the easiest, and work your way through.

Enjoying: My ability to make Trader Joe’s tiny little bags of dark chocolate covered toffee last a very long time.  Yes, folks, I am one of those people.  With chocolate, at least.  You should have seen me earlier with the bag of dried peach slices, though.  Gotta eat ’em all.  Yep, that’s me.  Insatiable fruit girl.  Wild, I know.

And, the weather:  Hell, I don’t know.   I work in a windowless closet, and had a lunch-and-learn phone conference on my lunch hour.  It seemed cold when I dragged my carcass over to the gym this morning, and my make up isn’t smudging too terribly.  This means it’s likely relatively cool and low humidity, like the weather report predicted this morning.  How’d I do?

It’s Too Damn Early for Titles

If ONLY my coffee were this awesome. Now I want to go to Ugly Mug.

Not that it’s actually early.  It’s quarter after nine, actually, and I’m working my way through my morning coffee.  I just got up (all virtuous and stuff) at 5:15 this morning to go work out.  Which didn’t quite, erm, work out the way I’d intended, but I did get a good walk out of it.

Note to self: email the apartment manager about why the resident’s gym won’t open at 5:30 in the morning.  Maybe I need to bring it coffee.

This weekend was… a mixed bag, really.  Sunday was okay, nothing exciting.  Went to mom’s, did laundry.  Bought some groceries so that neither the cats nor the husband will starve.  I’ve almost gotten to the point with the laundry backlog that I’m doing laundry that we actually wear.  I think there’s one load of towels, and then I’m caught up to regular washing.  Hardly the stuff of legends, but considering how much laundry I’ve done in the past month, it sounds practically like heaven.

No, the big snafu was Saturday.  A very good friend of mine was having her pinning ceremony, after having finished nursing school.  I haven’t seen her in a while, and she is one of my very favorite people on the planet.  She was a big part of my wedding, and I only get to see her a few times a year, thanks to the price of gas.  Which I thought I had allowed for, but…  There was a snafu with our gas card, and we weren’t going to have enough to get out to the ceremony, down to the party, back again, and still do things like work.  Add to that the fact that we got held up in a disgustingly heinous traffic jam around Lansing which was going to make us late, and that Cariad started feeling kind of crappy once we hit Grand Ledge, and I made the call to turn around.

 Given that Cariad spent the first twenty minutes after we got home curled around the toilet bowl, it was absolutely the right call to have made.  But it still sucks, because this is an event in her life that I would have like to have participated in.  I know she had an amazing day, and I am unreservedly happy that she did.  I’m just bummed that I missed it.

Wednesday What’s-es

Stolen whole hog from Dianne Sylvan, who does this on Tuesdays.  This is sort of an effort to post more often.  We shall see how it works.

It’s Wednesday!  What I am..

This has nothing to dow ith anything in this post. It is simply nice to look at.

Listening to:  It’s been a toss-up lately between NPR and mindless dance-y radio.  I generally listen to as much NPR as I can stand before I start getting depressed, then hunt around until I find something with a bass-drum that would like to take over for your heart muscles, if you please.

Eating: Absolute and utter crap, really.  My motivation to cook has been sapped, lately, so it’s been a lot of cheap crap.  Which I really should stop, since it’s making me feel sludgy.  The once every day or so salad doesn’t really atone for all the other sins of eating lazily.

Drinking: Soda, again.  I’d pretty much given it up, but it crept in with the other crap.  Need more water.

ReadingThe Renaissance Soul, by Margaret Lobenstine, which is self-helpy, but in a good way.  Also, I’m still chipping away at Dune.  I like the story, but the writing gets to me a little, so it’s slow going.

Watching: I’m up to season three of Supernatural.  Mostly I watch it on weekends when no one else is up, or on Thursdays, when I’m home alone.  Which is why it takes a while to get through.

Wearing: Make-up, actually, more often than not.  Not really sure why, but it’s been what I’ve been doing, and I’m happy with it, so I’m not going to mess with what works.

Writing: Not a whole lot.  I’m gaining traction in some pieces, but stuck in others.  I think I need to finish Dune, and find another fiction book that gets me a little more jazzed about writing.  See, Dune gets me interested in the story, but not the mechanics.  I kind of need to be excited about both to be writing.

Thinking:   A lot about What To Do (Job Edition) and What To Do (Education Edition.)  The big question is whether I should find a new job now, or wait until I make the decision about school (MBA?  Libnrary Science?  Don’t go back at all?), and then look, because I don’t want to work 9 months for someone and then have to look for work all over again to fit around school.  On the one hand, things are less than ideal at work, at the moment, but they are tolerable.  On the other hand, I’ve made this mistake before, of waiting, and I don’t want this to be a mistake as well.  So, really, it boils down to waah, I don’t know, so I don’t want to commit, yet.  Which is a recurring theme in my life that I maybe need to look at.

Feeling:  Better than this time last year, or even 6 months ago.  The wonders of modern medicine, and all that.  But I’m having trouble concentrating, feeling sort of listless, and sleeping for crap, which means I *really* need to get back to working out on a regular basis.

Wanting:  A little more dressing on this salad.  It’s so hard to get the right amount, sometimes.

Needing: To relax.  I’m not very good at relaxing. Most of my ideas for relaxing end up with me falling asleep, which is not bad, but it doesn’t seem to do much for my stress level.

Enjoying: Social downtime between Big Social Things.  Weekend before last we had guests, which was wonderful, and this coming weekend we’re going to a grad type thing, which will be wonderful.  My poor little introverted soul, however, needs the intervening down time, so I’m enjoying it by being kind of anti social, really.  No offense to anyone I might be ignoring, I hope.

And, the weather:  Sort of normal, which is odd, given how crazy the beginning of spring was.  Generally clear-ish, dry, warm-ish.  Which doesn’t much change the fact that it’s 65 in my office, so I’m a little cold, but I’d rather be cold than overheated

 

Your Monday Meta Maunderings

It has come to my attention that the queuing feature over at tumblr has been out of commission.  Which I would say is the reason that you’ve not seen anything there lately, except for the fact that I haven’t added to it in a while, and I’m fairly sure it ran out of things.  So my current excuse is that I am waiting until queuing is fixed to add things to it.

Cariad and I finally saw The Avengers this past Friday.  If you haven’t seen it, go out and do so, immediately.   Go to the early or late show and get it cheaper, whatever, just go see it.  If you are not a fan of any of the comics (though if you aren’t, I’m a little confused as to how you ended up here, but I don’t ask these questions, because I don’t always want to know the answer,) you will still love the movie – the writing is tight, and it’s well-paced and phenomenally acted.  If you are a fan of any of the comics, then you’ve probably seen it already.  If not, what could you possibly be waiting for?  It is made of quite a lot of win.

Now, thanks to the rabid fanbase over at tumblr, I’d actually seen quite a lot of the movie in various gifsets.  Then again, I am spoiler-proof — rather, knowing outcomes and such has no bearing on how much I want to see a show or movie, because I am there as much for the production as for the story.  Which is a damn good thing, these days, since very few new stories are making it into the public feed.  Which is a rant for another day.

No, today’s post is actually about this image, which I’d seen a lot of on tumblr:

 Usually presented as a sort of tongue-in-cheek, isn’t-he-quaint-and-adorably-dumb sort of way.  Ha-ha, even when faced with proof of other gods, he refuses to believe in anything else.  Just further proof that patriotism is blind and dumb.

::sigh::

Now, I’ll admit to being a Captain America kind of girl.  As much as I like Superman, and that’s quite a lot, Captain America is as close to number one as I can reasonably be expected to place a single hero.  I may be biased, is what I’m saying.  But still…

To put the caption in spoiler-free context, what Cap actually says is:  “There’s only one God, ma’am, and He doesn’t dress like that.”  He is referring, of course, to Thor and Loki.  Now, keep in mind that they bear little actual resemblance to the Thor and Loki of Nordic myth.  I know this because a) Thor is a genuinely nice guy in these movies, and b) Loki shows no signs of giving birth.  Ever. 

If I wanted to take the cheap way out, I could even go so far as to point out that they are, technically, Asgardians rather than gods.  That is, beings from a higher plane of existence than ours.  Even Tony Stark takes the lesser path and calls them demi-gods.  But that is, as I said, the cheap way out.  They are both able to command a great deal of power which humans are not naturally able to access, and are, to all intents and purposes, indestructible.*  So we’re going to call them gods.

So why do I get annoyed at the implication that Captain America is a hopelessly dated yokel when he says there’s only one god?  Because of the difference between immanent and transcendent, and because of the very important point of belief.

 The god that Steve believes in  cannot be absent, He is omnipresent.  He cannot be selfish, He is omnibenevolent.  He cannot be wrong or ignorant, He is omniscient.  The god that Steve Rogers believes in, is transcendent.  You can’t touch Him, see Him, hold a conversation with Him… unless you have faith.  Faith, i.e., belief, is necessary.  Steve Rogers’ God exists with or without it, and may even choose to intercede in some way without requiring the belief of the intercessee, but the only way to deliberately bring that God into one’s life is via faith:  “Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel,” to quote the Devil’s Dictionary.  This is the God that Steve knows. 

Thor and Loki are immanent.  They are there, indisputably.  They can be touched, argued with, disagreed with.  They can be absent, selfish, and ignorant of the true nature of facts.  Most importantly, Neil Gaimain’s American Gods aside in a different universe, believing in them seems almost trivial.  It’s like believing in the postman, as Terry Pratchett would say.  I mean, really, can you really imagine Nick Fury standing on the deck of the helicarrier with his eye shut tight and his face screwed up, believing in Thor enough so that his powers don’t desert him in the middle of a fight?  Exactly.

Is it any wonder, then, that Cap thinks rather little of Thor and Loki as gods?  They argue a lot.  They wear silly clothes to conform to some arcane standard of fashion set by other people.  Loki is motivated by ambition – can you imagine the Judaeo-Christian God harboring ambition?  He has Everything, quite literally.  That leaves nothing for ambition to covet.  Thor is there to take Loki back to Asgard to answer for his crimes.  God, being God, cannot commit crimes, and certainly can’t be taken anywhere – since He’s omnipresent – to atone to himself for commission of said non-crimes.

So when he says “There’s only one God, ma’am, and He doesn’t dress like that,” Steve is not, actually, being simplistic or stubborn.   More importantly, he is not ignoring reality in favor of his own imaginary friend.  For him, God behaves a certain way, exists a certain way. Thor and Loki are real, but to his mind, they simply aren’t gods.  Which, when you consider a universe that contains Captain America, the Hulk and people like Storm or Wolverine – which Steve Rogers’s world does (or theoretically will – there’s been blessedly little crossover in the movies, but some of it did happen) – Thor and Loki aren’t that special, really.  God still is.

Steve Rogers became Captain America because of who he is: that kid from Brooklyn who doesn’t like bullies, and doesn’t think he’s all that special.  Captain America is special, and Steve knows this, while at the same time believing in his heart of hearts that Steve Rogers isn’t all that special, or different – or at least that everyone else would do the same right thing, when it came down to it.  Remaining true to his core personality, his core beliefs, is essential to him remaining Steve Rogers.  Because without Steve Rogers, Captain America is just propaganda, and propaganda is the worst kind of bully there is.

* (This may be a spoiler, which is why I’m putting it down here.) Making them both excellent chew-toys for the Hulk.  And can I just say that the look of happiness on Thor’s face when he realizes that the Hulk is actually a challenge, one that he doesn’t have to hold back on, and can really all-out brawl with the way the warriors of Valhalla are meant to – that look of gleeful anticipation was *perfect.*

May Day, mayday

While I can’t run around putting flowers on people’s doorsteps and running away – partly because of the price of gas, and partly because I do not run very fast – I can at least wish you all a happy one, and perhaps wax rhapsodic about the Waldorf Maypoles.

Or not, because let’s face it, Maypoles are kind of a you-had-to-be-there sort of thing.  I mean, think about it out of context:  a bunch of people wrap a bunch of ribbons around a really tall pole, and then unwrap it – there’s not really much there there.  Even images of it seem flat and foreign.  You could watch a video, I suppose, but I am deeply suspect of the belief that video is sufficient to experience.  You’d have to really be there, dancing around like an idiot because it is finally, finally beginning to look like a habitable world in the world.  If you’re ten, it’s finally warm enough to play on monkey bars and concrete climbing structures without chilling your fingers.  If you’re what passes for a grown up, then it’s finally beginning to look like winter isn’t actually going to last forever and you can do things in the outside world, possibly involving fossil fuels and high-risk behaviors.

Or, if you’re me, something at work is going all pear-shaped again.  Okay, that’s not exactly a May thing, more of a spring thing.  Something along the lines of, oh, look, it’s spring, things are blooming, and allergies are roaring back to life; now is a dangerous time for all things related to Alison’s career.

Okay, I’m being melodramatic.  Things are happening that are impacting me, but I am not the focus.  I still have my job, that is unlikely to change in the immediate future.  But, my boss is leaving, which puts the department in sort of a wierd limbo state.  I cannot blame her for leaving.  She has very good reasons, and I’m not really the blaming type, provided my blood sugar is adequate.  But I do lament the leaving now, when so many things are happening that need time and attention and someone who is empowered.

[Then again, issues of empowerment are a contributing factor behind her departure, so it’s a deeper problem than it might at first seem.]

But it’s just another… voice, shall we say, in the chorus singing rousing, Sousa-inspired songs that all boil down to “You need to change what you’re doing, because what you are doing is not making you become better.”  The choir is getting a little tired of singing the same songs over and over, and it’s leader, Cariad, well his arms are getting kind of tired.

You know how sometimes you start coming across the same message repeated different ways.  Call it perceptual filtering, call it something woo-woo like messages from the universe, whatever, it is something that happens.  The one that keeps popping up for me is that change takes work, discipline, focus.  That you need to make a plan, but then you need to make the plan happen, and the two types of thinking are very different, and you need to be able to switch to survive.  Or thrive, really, I’m being melodramatic again.

This Is Why I Don’t Read The News

So, I was doing some work-related research yesterday afternoon, and came across this in an I-couldn’t-really-avoid-it kind of way. I’m only linking out of courtesy, because I think this is the worst kind of reporting: the kind that encourages people to think of this as a legitimate thing to argue about. It was published on the Detroit Free Press’s local news, under Oakland County news. Now, there have been articles posted since that I haven’t read, and don’t intend to. This is written in reaction to a single article, mostly to process what it was about the article that made me so incredibly angry.

The gist of the story is that an older student at Oakland University, in a “critical writing” class, used an open ended diary style prompt to write about his sexual fantasies about the professor teaching the class. The school suspended him, for two semesters, citing sexual harassment. Now this individual wants to sue the school, on the grounds that the professor didn’t specify such a limitation, and he was within his rights as a student to write about this, and turn it in to the teacher.

I’ve italicized the last bit, because that’s what makes all the difference. Given an open-ended assignment, I can write about whatever I want. I can write all the sexually explicit material I want to. But what I need to keep in mind is that at some point, in a writing class, someone else is going to be reading it. That makes some topics dicier. If I want to write about extreme violence in a general, non-specific way, fine. If I write about performing or enjoying extreme violence as perpetrated on a specific person, it becomes problematic, particularly in a class setting. Taking it one step further, writing about performing gross acts of violence against the specific person currently reading the piece is, by most rational and reasonable people, considered inappropriate. You would at least change the names and identifying factors, no?

But of course, this guy wasn’t threatening violence, he was just talking about sex, right? Even if the scenarios he proposed were not quite equal or of dubious consent, it’s just sex. Surely sex and violence are different things? Well… No. Merriam-Webster defines violence thusly: 1: a: exertion of physical force so as to injure or abuse (as in warfare effecting illegal entry into a house) b: an instance of violent treatment or procedure. 2: injury by or as if by distortion, infringement, or profanation. Ignoring for a moment the problems inherent in dictionary definitions*, sex without consent can fall quite easily under definitions 1B and 2.

Let me say that again: sex without consent is violence.

And let’s not be unclear here, this student did not have consent. His entire case is likely hinged on the fact that he believes he did. He asked if there was any topical restriction, and the professor said no. The news story does not specify whether he asked if sexual themes were off limits, but I’m going to assume the answer is no, because that is an awfully relevant fact to leave out. This, however, is not consent. Explicit acts require, by their very nature, explicit consent.

Let me enlarge the picture a little to explain that statement. Let’s say I am a middle manager in a reasonably large sized company. One of my employees comes to me and asks what plans I have for the weekend. It’s a harmless, small talk sort of question, and I answer truthfully: nothing much, I’m open to suggestions. Would it then be considered reasonable for that employee to show up on my doorstep, naked? Backing off a tad, would it then be appropriate for that employee to suggest, in graphic detail, what he would like for me to be doing that weekend? It doesn’t even have to be sexual fantasy for the answer to that question to be no. Not appropriate.

So it’s just as inappropriate for a student to submit to a teacher graphic descriptions of acts that they have fantasized performing on that teacher, or having the teacher perform on them. In essence, this student was submitting graphic descriptions of the ways he wanted to do violence to the professor, in specific. He didn’t bother to change details about the object of his attention, or frame it in a non-confrontational way. He wrote explicit fantasies, and turned them in unedited for her to read. If he’d saved it for his friends, it’s still inappropriate, but the dynamic changes, it becomes less threatening. If he described the same acts, and suggested performing them with someone else, still not entirely appropriate, but forgivable, particularly within the confines of creative writing, though not necessarily Critical Writing, what the class dealt with**. But confronting the specific person with what you want to do to them is not only not the least little bit appropriate, it’s downright aggressive and threatening.

This brings us to the problem of power dynamics, particularly in the case of making threats. When an individual or group that is not considered powerful makes a threat against a more powerful entity, it is rarely taken as presenting a serious danger. For instance, a small child threatening to hit a parent – the threat is serious, and needs to be dealt with, but actual bodily harm is unlikely, even if the child follows through. However, threats from individuals or groups that are powerful enough to do real damage – say, a teenage child to the parent – are a different matter. Even if they are not, in and of themselves, more powerful than those they threaten, the threat is perceived as real, and often frightening.

But he’s the student, right? He’s the one in the subordinate position, she in the dominant one. Which is true, at least partially. She is in a position of power, in a limited sense, i.e., within the classroom, or during the semester. However, gender dynamics being what they are, he is in a position of power in an unlimited sense. That is, men***-as-exemplars-of-their-group are considered to be in a position of greater power than women-as-etc. at all times and in all places. (If you disagree, then may I respectfully suggest that you reference any one of the numerous stories about the panel testifying about birth-control being made up entirely of men. That is a precise example of what I am talking about.)

Bringing this into context, a female student writing such things to a male professor would probably not be considered threatening – women are not seen as inherently threatening when it comes to sex, and are in a position of unlimited inferiority. This is not to say that some women aren’t sexually threatening, no doubt every person I know can come up with someone they know who is, but the power dynamic here is, simplistically, from a position of limited power to one of greater power. If the male professor was offended, and the female student suspended, the chances of it making news are slim, except perhaps as a mode of questioning the professor’s masculinity. In this case, however, the power roles were reversed. A man sexually harassed**** a woman, steps were taken that were within the rights of the institution, and now he would like to claim, in essence, that his right to sexually harass a woman, based on non-explicit consent, is being infringed unfairly.

He would like to claim that he has a right to do violence to a woman, full stop. Even if it is reframed in terms of defamation of character – i.e., that his character is impugned by the whole thing – the essential argument remains the same. His character can only be defamed if he was accused of something he was within his rights to do. He would like to claim that he had a right to free speech within the classroom. Which he may well have, though the more private the property, the less the right applies, but Oakland University need simply cite codes of conduct. If he violated school rules, the school can kick him out. End of story.

Now, I am, more or less, desensitized to this kind of behavior – even with a fantastic husband and wonderful friends, there are no end of strnagers who would like to remind me of what choose not to live with. What gets to me is not that this person thinks he has a right to do violence to any woman. It’s not event hat he can find a lawyer to defend his right to do violence to a woman. It’s that a journalist wrote about it, without a single quote from the woman in question or attempt to frame the situation from her perspective or the college’s, in terms that imply that the man has legal standing to sue. Not only that, a newspaper published it, featuring it on the local news web page in such a way as to imply that it was newsworthy.

Say what you will about the trustworthiness of journalists and newspapers, but there is an implicit stamp of approval placed on a story when it is published. Above and beyond factuality or whether views expressed are those of the newspaper, the newspaper is saying that the story is worthy of its readers attention.

It’s not. Or at least, it shouldn’t be. The fact that the paper thinks it is just becomes a sad little commentary on how far we have to go before we’ll actually live in the post-patriarchy.

* Primarily problems of circularity or questionable sourcing, but that is, in itself, and entirely different argument.

** I cannot find a description of the actual class, but Critical Writing is usually writing that deals with the reading, interpretation, and critique of some kind of literature.

*** In general, not in specific. Not all men are in this position, but most are. An argument of exceptions to the rule holds no water, you must unilaterally disprove the rule.

**** Sexual harassment, as legally defined (v. weakly, for the record) in the U.S. is any discrimination in workplace practices that singles a group or individual out based primarily on their gender. Some workplaces have chosen to expand the definition to include harassing behaviors of a sexual nature, or harassing behaviors that exclude one gender in its entirety for some reason or another. My guess is that this case was handled under the latter type of regulations, as it was the school that handled it. For the purposes of this already overlong essay, we are going to accept the qualification of this behavior as sexual harassment, and move on.

Love Schmove, Let’s Order a Pizza

A heart shaped pizza

Shamelessly stolen from the internetz. Piracy kills.

It’s Valentine’s day. About which I don’t much care, as most know, except for the fact that I’m celebrating! By going to the oral surgeon. Oh, swoon. Anyway.

So, I am on a diet.

Which makes me a big, fat, hypocrite. Well, actually, the dieting only really makes me a hypocrite, the rest comes with the package*. At least for the time being.

And, honestly, it was a little bit of an accident. See, the insurance I get through work now has this irritating little policy where if your BMI is over a certain number, you have to either A) join Walkingspree, 2) join Weight Watchers, or Delta) pay a higher premium and deductible. So back when I was debating which one I would do, an email went out that the facility would be having a Weight Watchers At Work. I replied that I might be interested, and then decided shortly thereafter to join WalkingSpree – I figured all I had to do was make 5000 steps a day, and then the fact that I never lost weight would be irrelevant. However, when the start date for WW rolled around, they needed people to make the 15 person minimum. So I caved and joined.

I won’t bore you with the rest of the details. Or rather, I won’t bore me with them, and you can just play along. However, since I’m eating some new stuff, and needed something to post about, I shall review a few of the foods I’ve been eating.

Alpha) Domino’s pizza. Some diet, right? Whatever. Their pizza has gotten worlds better than it used to be, and they have these little garlic parmesan bites that are to die for, but what makes the whole thing so diet friendly? Is the nutritional info. They have an online interactive calculator. You go on, build the pizza you just ate, and it will tell you the actual nutritional info for it. Which is INCREDIBLY useful. See, I love Cottage Inn, they are many kinds of awesome, but their nutritional info page sucks. They have info, but it’s only for certain pizzas, only for regular crust, and only for large. Not useful for someone who gets thin crust ham and pineapple, light sauce, medium. I mean, I can fudge the numbers, but that’s not terribly helpful. Even if you can get artichoke hearts on your pizza from Cottage Inn.  (It doesn’t hurt that Domino’s is actually just as local as Cottage Inn, for me.)

II) Fiber One Brownies. I bought these on a whim, before I started dieting, probably due to a case of Wal-Mart Brain**. As it turns out, they’re actually not bad. After due experimentation, I have to recommend the chocolate chocolate brownies rather than the chocolate peanut butter ones, but those aren’t too bad, in themselves. I should mention, however, that I’m not much of a brownie fiend, so I’m not very picky about them, either. These are cake-like rather than chewy or fudgy, and the chocolate flavor isn’t going to knock your socks off. Which is all good with me, but YMMV.

3) Fiber One*** Cottage Cheese. I bought this just to try it, after having success with the brownies, and it turns out, it’s pretty good, too. Granted, I already like cottage cheese, so it had that going for it, but adding the fiber doesn’t really seem to change the flavor, and it’s 1% cottage cheese, so it’s pretty generally diet friendly. If you like cottage cheese and need fiber, go for it.

D) Yoplait Greek Yogurt. I bought this because I like Fage, and they had a pomegranate-cherry flavor I thought Cariad might be interested in. Which, I don’t know, because upon presenting him with a cup, he says he thinks Greek style yogurt has a funny taste. Funny, fantastic, I think he’s getting his vocabulary mixed up, but hey – more for me. What I didn’t notice until I was calculating points was that it’s Fat Free. Now, between you me and the rest of the internet, I feel that fat-free yogurt is an abomination. A-BOM. (Name that Play!) However, having tried the blueberry flavor, I’m willing to make an exception in this instance. Because it’s good. Which is saying a lot because not only is it fat-free, which I normally despise, it’s ALSO fruit on the bottom, which I think is the stupidest idea for yogurt since… well, ever. But since I have to put it in a new container to add my frozen blueberries to it (they thaw by lunchtime,) I just mix it thoroughly then.

*Before you go zipping down to the comments to tell me I’m not fat, let me just say that I am, and I’m not concerned about it 🙂  Saying that I’m fat is just as neutral, to me, as saying that I’m short and wear glasses.  It’s a descriptor, nothing more, because fat != unhealthy.  I am, in every other way, phenomenally healthy.  I just happen to weigh ~260 pounds.  Most people aren’t like this, though, which I recognize.

** Wal-Mart brain is what happens to you after a little while of roaming aimlessly in Wal-Mart trying to find something and failing. You may or may not know what that something is while you’re looking for it, but if you don’t it happens faster. It’s science.

*** Okay, truth time. WW likes higher fiber products, but I also recently started a medication with some side effects, one of which fiber helps offset. So that’s why all the fiber stuff. You’re welcome.

Who Will Speak for the Polar Bears?!

It feels as if January whipped by, and that it lasted forever.  A lot happened, because a lot can happen in 30 days.  Some of it good, some of it not so good, but all of it got me here to today, so there’s that to be said for it.

For some reason, regardless of the complete fabrication of the information or its import, I always check whether Phil-of-the-town-that-I-can’t-be-bothered-to-look-the-spelling-of-up saw his shadow.*  Since many of you come here from Facebook, you may already know I asked earlier if anyone knew the last time Phil-etc. didn’t see his shadow.  You may also have deduced, from my grumpiness, that he did, in fact, see it.  Yet again.

There is a rational part of my brain that knows that this, together with astrology and 10-day-weather forecasting, is about as reliable as straight up wishing, just on a public forum.  Then there is the… slightly twisted?  Trivially paranoid? Part of me that has decided it’s all a plot to keep people thinking that climate change is a myth.  The Almighty Phil-etc. has prognistimicated that there will be more winter.  Damn those lying liberal hippies for taking up my valuable brain-space with their crack-pot theories.

I am not, by nature, an activist.  This is because activism, as a practice, requires 1) a great deal of energy, and B) a confrontational nature.  While the former may occasionally happen when the stars align properly and Cariad is playing Final Fantasy CCCLVII, the latter so rarely happens that we’re just going to smile and nod and move along now. 

Which brings me to Environmental Economics.  No, really, it does, hear (read?) me out.  It was a class I took, roughly an age ago, that was actually quite good.  Brooks Hull, long may he live and confuse students, taught it, and while I think I did pretty abysmally, I learned a good bit.  One of the “granted” conditions that we had to accept at the beginning of the class was that only people matter.  Not animals, not forests, only people.  Which is entirely as it should be, because it wasn’t an ecology class, it was economics, which is, essentially, a study of things that happen as a result of human behaviors, interactions, and reactions.

For some reason, I always thought about the polar bears.**  As in, who will speak for the polar bears?!  Who are busy, and generally possessed of a confrontational enough nature that no one has volunteered to ask them questions about environmental economics.  At least, no one who made it back alive, anyway.  Maybe the moose got them.  Anyway, the point here, and I swear it was a much sharper one when I started, is that it always made me sad, in this class, that by talking about the economics of the environment, polar bears were unimportant, in the “human scheme” of things.

My reaction to which, I finally decided, was that it just goes to prove that the “human scheme” of things, is really quite unimportant, when it comes right down to it.

* I am not going to divulge how many times I had to reread that sentence in order to determine the correct verb usage.

** Always floating along on a Looney-Tunes-esque rapidly shrinking little ice-floe.

Tap-Tap-Tap… Is this thing on?

Not yet.  I am posting again, honest and for reals, but until I get the current post out of my head and onto the vitual page, have something New Year’s Resolution Related — that is, related to resolutions in general, not mine in specific.  It’s actually quite good, you should read it.  Go on, now.  Read!

In other brief news The Holiday was good.  I’ve been playing with my new toy – a kindle, from The Best Part of Dubuque – and working.  Boy howdy, do I miss the university on that count.  Anyway, the usual place for New Year’s Day, with the usual wonderful favorite people.

More coming soon.  Like tomorrow.