Tuesday, December 23, 2008

What Tiger-Ann the cat sees (in the dark)


A cat is a cat, oh brat, oh brat. Tiger-Ann somehow got outside and checked things out on this cold, dark, lurid night. She was being very bad. 

She looked over to her favorite eucalyptus tree. Should she run over there and play?

She looked back at the house. It looked pretty spooky.

She thought she saw a ghost wearing sandals.

When I came out to catch her, she became peevish or worse. She imagined lightning hitting the tree above my head.

Cats are very bratty, boy. Even the best of them.

Mazzy Star (on a gloomy day)

"Fade Into You" (LIVE)

I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life
You go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go black
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

A stranger's light comes on slowly
A stranger's heart without a home
You put your hands into your head
And then smiles cover your heart

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew

Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
I think it's strange you never knew

"Into Dust"

Monday, December 22, 2008

A return to free inquiry: Obama’s radio address


“...[P]romoting science isn’t just about providing resources — it’s about protecting free and open inquiry. It’s about ensuring that facts and evidence are never twisted or obscured by politics or ideology.”

It was 20 years ago today... (Rebel Girl)

     Twenty years ago, Rebel Girl and Red Emma first headed south into Baja, borrowing a friend's car and another friend's travel guide (what friends!). They fell in love with a part of Mexico that many find unlovable (the desert! The Sea of Cortez!) and have returned every year except for this one. 
     This year finds them at home, unnerved by the brutal violence along the border, unwilling to be Americans who drive past other people's tragedies on their way to their own good time. They usually leave on Solstice, the shortest day of the year. 
     Rebel Girl can't remember if that was true for that first trip twenty years ago. She expects it might be. All she knows is that when they left, they knew about the bombing of Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland. So they left on or shortly after December 21, 1988 and returned sometime after the new year, covered in dust and sunburnt. 
     They hadn't followed the news very much, hadn't thought about the bombing except in the way that you do about such events, a distant awareness of someone else's heartbreak. So when they returned and found out that Liz Marek, fellow activist and friend had been on board the flight, there was shock. 
     Liz was an activist of some standing in the LA area, a veteran of the so-called Great Peace March across that country and of many Nevada Test Site actions, a charismatic lead singer in a lesbian rock band and general all-round good person. 
     Liz, working for a non-profit housing agency, had been instrumental in helping Red and Reb and their roommates obtain an apartment after their eviction from their home (long story). Liz had once complimented Rebel Girl on her design of a banner for a Test Site demonstration even though Rebel Girl now understands that Liz was only being kind. 
     Rebel Girl was on her knees painting it in the sanctuary of the Church in Ocean Park (some church!). Liz had stopped by on her way to a meeting. The banner was wincingly raw and earnest and the memory of it still possesses the power to embarrass Rebel Girl: "The Patriarchy Stops Here," it read, with an angry pregnant woman, her womb filled with a mushroom cloud, pushing back at the lettering. 
     Rebel Girl still remembers how Liz could belt out her band's version of "Devil in a Blue Dress" (she sang it as "Big Dyke in a Blue Dress"). 
     Back then, she admired the courage, humor and vision of activists like Liz – they had fun at the same time they did good works. She wanted to be like them: gutsy, justice-loving good people. 
     Liz had been sitting in seat 36 C of the Pan Am flight, traveling with a friend, having got cheap seats for a holiday trip to England. She was 30 years old. 
     The obituaries all identified her as an actress and peace activist.
      Later, when Liz's memorial was held at the Church in Ocean Park, Rebel Girl couldn't look into the faces of Liz's family, of her mother; their grief was too stark. She concentrated instead on repairing the cake which had suffered some damage in transit. It was white frosting with blue cursive lettering spelling out Liz's name and some other message Rebel Girl can no longer remember, just as she can no longer remember the witty name of Liz's band. So, while people gave eulogies and sang songs, told stories and wept, Rebel Girl repaired the sky blue letters, rejoining the links, restoring the integrity of the final loops of the lowercase "k." She smoothed the frosting, white as a cloud. -RG

Sunday, December 21, 2008

My favorite Christmas song


This kills. First recorded, with Phil Spector, in 1963, "Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home)" is performed by Darlene Love live every year on Letterman's show. Check it out:

Darlene Love does “Christmas (Baby, Please Come Home):



Love's original recording (with Phil Spector, 1963):


Read about Spector’s classic album, A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector (1963).

See the white dot just to the right of the middle? It's a UFO. I found it (moving) on three of my pics. I have no idea what it is.

Lambrose Canyon, my home. Click on the photo to really see the colors.

Somewhere at the end of Silverado Canyon. Click on this one to enlarge it. Love the detail.

Rescue


An editorial in this morning’s The Observer:

At last, science gets a champion

The decision by Barack Obama to appoint John Holdren as his chief scientific adviser deserves widespread welcome. The Harvard academic and former energy expert at the University of California, Berkeley, commands international respect among physicists, climate experts and other researchers. He is an able scientist and is also a vociferous critic of those who still deny our planet is overheating because of humanity's industrial activities.

Sceptics such as academic Bjørn Lomborg have already been singled out by Holdren for some uncompromising criticism. He accused the late author Michael Crichton of "colossal ignorance and arrogance".


Thus Obama, who takes up office on 20 January, has made it clear through Holdren's appointment that global warming is going to be dealt with robustly by his administration. There is no longer room for doubt. Our planet faces a climate catastrophe of our making. Accepting this point is heartening news for the US—and for the rest of the world which, until now, has looked in vain for strong leadership from America in combating global warming. It was in part the hope of a change in US climate policy that helped give last November's presidential elections such keen global interest.

However, there is more to the elevation of Holdren, a former president of the American Association for the Advancement of Science, than the boosting of US climate action. In selecting a scientist of his stature, Obama is signalling clearly that he will be ending policies, introduced by George W Bush, that saw science sidelined and the advice of its practitioners ignored and sometimes distorted by the White House.

Hundreds of instances of political interference in the work of government agency researchers have been recorded over the past eight years, a shameful state of affairs that led to the demoralisation of thousands of US scientists. With Holdren, Obama has indicated this will now be brought to an end.


Xmas in Silverado Canyon.

Another Song for the Season

Gotta love Tom Lehrer - here's one for the season. Please ignore the capitalization errors.

Roy's obituary in LA Times and Register: "we were lucky to have you while we did"

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