Friday, December 26, 2008

From Rose Canyon, near Trabuco Canyon

Rose Canyon is very near Trabuco Canyon, which is very near Live Oak Canyon/Lambrose Canyon. These are beautiful places.

As we drove up Rose Canyon, we could see the ocean and even Santa Catalina Island in the distance. If you click on the photo, it will enlarge. Catalina Island is the greenish land on the horizon.

It sure was a beautiful day.

This was the happiest horse we've ever seen. He kept runnin' around and jumping in the air. We watched him for quite a while.

Thursday, December 25, 2008

DISSENT the BLOG's "year in review" slide show (part 1)



Special thanks to Jason (aka 13 Stoploss) for his excellent weird-assed black and white Holga photos. —And to clarinet God Sidney Bechet.

The images:

Some “posters.” Pretty Mickey Mouse, I guess.

Some random board meeting photos, and then one of Mr. Goo, hurtling toward Saddleback College like a meteor (where he will become a particularly ugly and toxic meteorite).

Then a transition from Tom’s antebellum prayerfulness to Reverend Warren’s rise and the whole gay marriage thing—including cool photos (by Jason) of fire ‘n’ brimstone colliding with wide-eyed studentry at IVC.

Raghu falls asleep during a meeting; then we encounter images of Tom’s reelection campaign, which, predictably, relied on deceptions and a fine deployment of “suppressed evidence” sophistry. God thinks that’s cool, evidently.

Naturally, reflection on Mr. Fuentes reminds me of Richard Hofstadter’s Anti-Intellectualism in American Life. Then it’s off to Bliss and Inmon’s ill-fated trustee campaign. We see those two at a political function in San Juan Capistrano where Richard Nixon used to eat Mexican and tell racist jokes.

Then some more-or-less random images, including Lisa A.D. presiding over a meeting of the Intergalactic Society at Waters.

Then, naturally, some pics of the Saddleback College Accreditation task force (or whatever) reporting to, well, essentially no one. I detected an echo in the room.

Then, for no particular reason, some images of the IVC Reading Program’s “coming out” party. Well, no, not coming out, but they did move into cool new digs with the help of lots of friends, including the Academic Senate crowd.

Next, some images of new buildings at IVC, including the PAC and the “Beefsteak” building—but no Humanities Building, and we’re still wondering why. (A merely rhetorical wondering.)

Here at DtB, we support veterans, and so I’ve provided a few pics of IVC’s fine Veterans Day event, including a nice shot of the always-stylish Dianne taking a snap at less-than-stylish bigwigs.

More quantum randomness followed by shots of one of many fine live music events, this one at IVC.

The great Sidney Bechet finishes his first set just as images of Beatrice’s elegant party for new faculty grace the screen.

Sidney comes in with set #2 amid photos of Tom Fuentes. Next, it's cookies and Lisa and David’s celebrated cookie soirée, which proved once again that the college hoi polloi are so starved for genuine gemütlichkeit that even the meager prospect of free cookies in A200’s Soviet-era “faculty lounge” attracts thousands. Well, dozens, anyway.

Next: the marvelous and era-defining “shoe throwing” incident, transposed to the SOCCCD. This is followed by the inevitable shots of Alcatraz Island.

Next: IVC Commencement, Peter’s party, then wintry scenes.

Related:

WHEN THE GOING GETS TOUGH, THE RICK WARREN SCANDAL GETS WEIRD (OC Weekly/Matt Coker):

MSNBC's Rachel Maddow has today's best assessment of the Rick Warren-Barack Obama invocation dust up: "Not only is it getting worse, it's getting weirder."

Yesterday, there was Pastor Wiley Drake of First Baptist Church in Buena Park demonizing Warren's participation in the Jan. 20 inauguration of our "evil illegal alien" president-elect, saying God will punish Drake's fellow Southern Baptist preacher Warren.

[W]e have this from Internet evangelist Pastor Bill Keller:

"For Pastor Rick Warren to bless and give the invocation at the upcoming inauguration for a man who will help ensure millions of babies around the world are slaughtered—and force U.S. taxpayers to fund this legalized infanticide—is no different than if Adolf Hitler had asked Warren to give the blessing and invocation when he became Chancellor of Germany."

Maddow believes the controversy would have subsided before such silliness could take root had Saddleback Church pastor Warren simply kept his own mouth shut….

"It's open season on conservatives and people of faith," argues an Augusta (GA) Chronicle editorial lumping the invocation controversy in with a fire that was set to Sarah Palin's church in Wasilla, Alaska.

In still more weirdness, a columnist in the Black Chronicle of Oklahoma City, OK, contends Obama is trying to make Warren his Booker T. Washington….

Finally, music for a dreary day:
Cowboy Junkies' "Sweet Jane"

Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to whisper to me
When you smile

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

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

  This ran in the Sunday December 24, 2023 edition of the Los Angeles Times and the Orange County Register : July 14, 1955 - November 20, 2...