tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36726392024-03-07T01:14:08.108-08:00UnNatural HistoryThe adventures of a writer and native Pennsylvanian transplanted to Silicon Valley. Notes on California landscape, history, and culture; plus discussions of writing, reading, music, God, food, and whatever else seems like a good idea at the time. <a href="mailto:wordweaverlynn@sbcglobal.net">Questions? Comments? Smart remarks?</a>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.comBlogger554125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-930611283134336942009-12-10T14:07:00.000-08:002009-12-10T14:28:34.565-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Geology in the News</span><br /> <br />When a geologist tells you to get out of the way, <span style="font-weight:bold;">do it.</span> <a href="http://ow.ly/KL1c">This stunning landslide footage</a> shows a roadcrew working to clear debris from a previous slide. They got out of the way when state geologist Vanessa Bateman warned them that they were in danger.<br /><br />As Geographile points out, learning geology can save your life. So can feminism. What if the roadcrew had refused to listen to a female expert?Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-44386253697889900272009-12-08T10:29:00.000-08:002009-12-08T10:29:55.198-08:00Very Top Five: Very Top Five... Ways to name a chemical element<span style="font-weight:bold;">Fun with Science</span><br /><br /><a href="http://verytopfive.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-top-five-ways-to-name-chemical.html">Very Top Five: Very Top Five... Ways to name a chemical element</a>. <br /><br />This fun article goes well with the deliciously different <a href="http://foodiefriday.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/periodic-table-cupcakes/">Periodic Table of Cupcakes.</a> Note the snide reference to an element named after Stanford University. There isn't one. Berkeley has four.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-28128202353096102052009-11-30T07:27:00.001-08:002009-11-30T07:27:53.764-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Great Moments in Science</span><br /><br />The Royal Society, entering its 350th anniversary year, is celebrating with a new website of <a href="http://ow.ly/H94t">60 groundbreaking science articles.</a> (Naturally, they published them all in the first place.) The first few articles may seem ridiculously obvious to the modern reader; the fact that dogs need air to breathe comes as no shock to us. But then, we've had the benefit of 350 years of science, instead of more than a thousand years of appealing to theology or ancient philosophers for explanations of the natural world.<br /><br />The Royal Society was formed in 1660, just after the accession of Charles II. He became the society's official patron, and his backing offered them powerful protection. In those days the scientific method of experimentation was not widely accepted. Instead, physicians and scientists appealed to authority. If Aristotle said something, it must be true, even if it was demonstrably false. His claim that males have more teeth than females could have been readily disproven merely by looking into a few mouths. <br /><br />But opening a mouth requires an open mind, and the few people possessing those found them dangerous. Only a few years earlier Galileo had been tried by the Inquisition for spreading the heretical idea that the earth was not the center of the solar system. He spent the rest of his life under house arrest. He was lucky not to suffer the fate of Giordano Bruno, a scientist who was burned at the stake in 1600 for heresy.<br /><br />Over the decades and centuries, the Royal Society published papers on every branch of science, from physics to medicine to astronomy. Some of the papers on the web site include Isaac Newton on the physics of white light, discussions of inoculation against smallpox, and an inquiry into whether the youthful Mozart was a true prodigy or a short adult. (Prodigy.) Every article is represented by a red dot placed on a timeline that also shows other important events in western history. Mouse over the red dots to get a brief commentary and images. The silver dots show contemporary events. <br /><br />The final article linked on the site has an ironic ring. It's James Lovelock's paper on fighting global warming--a scourge resulting from heedless use of advances in science. There is no question that scientists have been incredibly wrong at times; a glance into the history of medicine makes that instantly clear. Yet if there is hope for humanity, it lies in science and the willingness to keep thinking, testing, experimenting, finding new ways to do things. <br /><br />It might conceivably be possible to care about science without revering the Royal Society, just as a baseball fan may not care about Cooperstown, but it's unlikely. I take my hat off to the men and women of the Royal Society and to the merry monarch, Charles II, who could so easily have driven it underground. May the Royal Society continue to flourish for centuries more.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-45597623108927402752009-11-03T08:32:00.001-08:002009-11-03T08:32:58.288-08:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Redwood</span><br /><br /><I>You will find something more in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from schoolteachers. <br />St. Bernard</I> <br /><br />How do you convey the essence of a redwood tree? No words, no pictures, can capture the experience of walking through a grove of them.<br /><br />Redwoods lack the graceful stance of elms, the glorious color of sugar maples in autumn, the picturesquely twisted branches of oak trees. They don't even have the shapeliness of a blue spruce or a Douglas fir. In fact, they resemble extremely tall bottle-brushes. <br /><br />Moreover, a hiker can see the whole only from a distance. Up close, you don't see much of the branches; they start above eye level. What you see is the reddish bark, the vast trunk, perhaps a few needles dipping low enough for your notice. They stand, calm and strong, alone or in great goosepens or in ranks on steep ridges. They carpet the woods with their shredding bark and their rusty, fragrant needles. But the simplicity of the great trunks has grace, and the fibrous bark -- the color of tea in sunlight -- has a subtle auburn glow.<br /><br />And they are huge. The vast specimens in Muir Woods are among the greatest of the Coast Redwoods, Sequoia sempervirens, which aren't even the most massive of the redwood family. The Giant Sequoia, Sequoiadendron gigantea, are thicker-trunked. But even a comparatively adolescent Coast Redwood tree can be magnificent long before it reaches its full growth of 350+ feet in height and as much as 26 feet in diameter. (Not circumference. Diameter.) They're big enough to camp out in when hollowed by fire or age. They grow taller than the Statue of Liberty on her pedestal. And they have a natural lifespan of as much as 2,000 years. Trees of 600 or 700 years old are common -- well, common in places where they haven't been clear-cut.<br /><br />Walking among them is like walking in a great cathedral, or Stonehenge. They carry a sense of holiness, of calm contemplation. It's more than the effect of great size; I've been in buildings where humans were puny without feeling the upwelling of joy these forests give me. <br /><br />Words can't do it. Pictures fail. But maybe this video will help. It shows the making of this <a href="http://www.engadget.com/2009/10/02/video-elaborate-multi-camera-rig-elegantly-captures-giant-redwo/">large-scale photograph.</a><br /><br /><br /><OBJECT height=344 width=425><PARAM NAME="movie" VALUE="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9LHjV48e9s&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><PARAM NAME="allowFullScreen" VALUE="true"><PARAM NAME="allowScriptAccess" VALUE="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C9LHjV48e9s&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></OBJECT>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-22522358810818256262009-10-28T21:05:00.001-07:002009-10-28T21:05:28.200-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">BASEBALL: World Series, Game 1</span><br /><br />6-1 Phillies! Robin Roberts, thou art avenged! <br /><br />The Phillies made more runs in this game than they did against the Yankees in the whole four-game series in 1950. No game in that series was this kind of blowout -- all but one were decided by a single run. And although the Yankees swept that Series, it was, in the words of one Yankee, "closer than it looked." The games were tough, tense pitching duels.<br /><br />A few of the <a href="http://philadelphia.phillies.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20091026&content_id=7552514&vkey=news_phi&fext=.jsp&c_id=phi">Whiz Kids</a> are still alive. <a href="http://philadelphia.phillies.mlb.com/news/article.jsp?ymd=20091028&content_id=7564030&vkey=news_phi&fext=.jsp&c_id=phi">Hall-of-Famer Robin Roberts</a> is taking part in the festivities. <a href="http://www.palmbeachpost.com/sports/content/sports/epaper/2009/10/26/1026whiz_kids.html">Curt Simmons, who wasn't permitted to play in the 1950 Series, having been taken by the military,</a> is also still around. <br /><br />I'm glad some of the Whiz Kids survived to see this. It is very, very sweet.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-23796295954702087102009-10-15T08:20:00.000-07:002009-10-15T08:21:23.999-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Science Fun, California Style</span><br /><br />You can't accuse California scientists of making their work mysterious and inaccessible. They're much more likely to throw open the doors for a science party. Last week we had <a href="http://www.parabolicarc.com/2009/10/07/nasa-ames-throw-allnight-party-lcross-impact/">Impact Night,</a> an all-night bash at NASA Ames Research Center in Mountain View to watch the LCROSS satellite smash into the moon. This cross between a slumber party and the iPhone's midnight product release allowed as many as a thousand curious people to watch the impact on a vast outdoor screen. They also watched movies and listened to guest speakers. <br /><br />Today at 10:15AM, science will strike again when millions of Californians participate in the <a href="http://www.shakeout.org/drill/">Great California ShakeOut,</a> the largest earthquake drill in history. (I'll be at the DMV. I wonder if I'll need to drop, cover, and hold on.) Many schools and museums will have special activities as well as participating in the drill. <br /><br />On Saturday, October 17, we're celebrating the twentieth anniversary of Loma Prieta, the earthquake that struck during the World Series.<a href="http://www.thebigrumble.org/event/4/Where_were_you_in_89_Neighborhood_Block_Parties.html">San Francisco will hold "Where Were You in 89?" neighborhood block parties </a> as well as resource fairs for disaster preparedness. You can also play <a href="http://www.dropcoverholdon.org/_flash">Beat the Quake</a> online.<br /><br />All this frivolity over a serious subject—is it appropriate? People have died in quakes—at least 3000 in the <a href="http://www.sfmuseum.org/hist10/06timeline.html">great 1906 earthquake, </a> 62 in <a href="http://www.vibrationdata.com/earthquakes/lomaprieta.htm">Loma Prieta.</a> We're all at risk. Yet in my opinion, staying aware without staying terrified is the best way to handle living in a seismically active zone. (Or anywhere else, really.) And the games, fairs, parties, and drills allow people to learn and stay aware while having some fun.<br /><br />California. We dance on the edge of destruction.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-36324410729763783262009-06-26T18:25:00.000-07:002009-06-26T21:44:52.176-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ground Zero Theatre</span><br /><br />Yes, that's actually what they call the small screening room (in a simulated bomb shelter) at the <a href="http://www.atomictestingmuseum.org/" target="_blank">Atom Testing Museum</a> in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada. (Just blocks from the Strip on one side and the Clark County Library on the other. The library has a vast ongoing book sale that makes it one of the best used bookstores in Las Vegas.)<br /><br />The museum, an affiliate of the Smithsonian, is dedicated to the history of testing nuclear devices, from the days of the Manhattan Project up to the present. I thought the science was explained pretty well (<a href="http://www.spicejar.org/asiplease" target="_blank">Alan</a>, the physicist, says it was adequate for lay people). I certainly will never forget the excerpt of Disney's <a href="http://liverputty.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-friend-atom.html" target="_blank">Our Friend the Atom</a> film. The excerpt skipped old Walt himself, but included a German scientist, hundreds of mousetraps armed with ping-pong balls, Atomic Energy as a Tom of Finland-style genie whom we can finally control, and a non-turning globe firmly focused on the Western hemisphere. Radioactivity was portrayed as a jitterbugging atom-headed creature in tie and tails, animated in every sense, leaping from one element to another. And there are rows of Geiger counters, inactive bomb cases, and vast drillheads to delight the techies. <br /><br />The museum provides plenty of social context -- the Einstein letter, some newsreels, and a lot of snippets from television. The earlier ones I found utterly fascinating, because by God that was the world I was born into. There is a 1940s/1950s era office complete with--"Look, <a href="http://www.spicejar.org/asiplease" target="_blank">Alan</a>, a *real* telephone!" And a non-electric typewriter, and various other objects that have faded into prehistory. The display of pop-culture atomic allusions was mostly amusing, but the cover of the old Life or Look magazine on the children of the atomic scientists was utterly chilling. Headline trumpeting that these kids have been through a score of nuclear tests. Mushroom cloud rising in the background; in the foreground, a dozen kids prone in their unnaturally clean play clothes. It didn't look like a test. It looked like a tidy massacre. <br /><br />Nuclear testing is more than blowing up Bikini Atoll or the kind of underground nuclear testing that seems so routine today. They tested the relative effectiveness of aerial versus surface detonation. They tested the effects of radioactivity on various house materials. The museum even features a facsimile bomb shelter that was used in testing shelters, complete with its blond, blue-eyed mannequins: brave Dad on his feet looking about him in curiosity, seated Mom in a dark-blue wrap dress with her face turned toward Junior in his overalls. They didn't show that in fifteen years or so Junior would be a long-haired antiwar protester, Dad would be an alcoholic, and Mom would be coming out as a lesbian textile artist (after her time in the psychiatric hospital).<br /><br />In addition to the testing itself, the museum gave a nod to the test sites: geology, history, and meaning to the indigenous peoples who found the arid land a sacred place of plenty. Looking at the tools they shaped, I had to ponder that they used the land with more love and more productivity than we did, and left it living for the next generation. Well, until we started exploding thermonuclear devices over, under, and on it. On the other hand, the Nevada Test Site is still used as a training ground for first responders from all over the US to learn to deal with radiation emergencies and hazardous waste. <br /><br />We checked out the museum shop, looking for <a href="http://www.powells.com/partner/34114/s?kw=Klages+Ellen" target="_blank">Ellen Klages' superb books</a> on the kids at Los Alamos: The Green Glass Sea and White Sands, Red Menace. No dice. So I stopped at the cash register to mention them. Although the cashier seemed indifferent, the bookstore manager overheard and came out to get details. She'd been looking for books that would help kids understand it all. With the help of the iPhone, <a href="http://www.spicejar.org/asiplease" target="_blank">Alan</a> was even able to provide the ISBN numbers.<br /><br />Then out again into the 109-degree heat and heavy traffic of Flamingo Road. On the next block we saw two women -- one in a bikini -- trying to cross against the light. Nobody stopped for them. Nobody even paused to look.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-14351510851012201862009-03-24T23:55:00.000-07:002009-03-25T03:18:00.448-07:00Ada Lovelace Day: Florence Bascom, Geologist<br /><br />Florence Bascom became fascinated with geology while taking a driving tour with her father (president of Williams College) and a geologist friend of his. An unremarkable genesis for an earth science career, except that the driving tour must have been done by horse and carriage: Florence was born in 1862.<br /><br />To put this in perspective: In the United States, 1862 was the second year of the Civil War, and one of the bloodiest: Shiloh, the Seven Days, Antietam. The Gatling gun and the iron-clad ship were the big military innovations.<br /><br />President Lincoln wrote the Emancipation Proclamation. He also signed into law the Homestead Act and the Pacific Railway Acts, which provided for the first transcontinental railroad, thus shaping the American West.<br /><br />It was the year of Lady Audley's Secret, Les Miserables, and Salammbo. Thoreau died at 44. Alice in Wonderland was written. Gustave Klimt was born (same day as Florence Bascom). The Albert Memorial and Westminster Bridge were opened. Princess Alice, Queen Victoria's daughter, married Prince Louis of Hesse. Her daughter would become the last Empress of Russia.<br /><br />In this world, higher education for women was a rarity. Nevertheless, Florence Bascom earned a BA and then an MS from the University of Wisconsin at Madison. She became the first woman to be granted a PhD from Johns Hopkins.* She had to attend lectures behind a screen; women are not yet admitted to the university.<br /><br />Then she started teaching at Bryn Mawr College, establishing their world-class geology department and training many of the great female geologists of the early twentieth century. Bascom is quoted as frequently saying that she didn't want to be the only woman geologist. She did her best to make sure she was not.<br /><br />Often, though, she was the only woman in the room or in the field. Her list of firsts is impressive:<br /><br /> * first woman geologist hired by the USGS<br /> * first woman to present a scientific paper at the Geological Society of Washington<br /> * first woman officer of the Geological Society of America<br /><br />Florence Bascom isn't important just for being the first woman. She made major contributions to earth science. She invented techniques that used microscopic analysis in the study of oil-bearing rocks. She was a major pioneer in igneous petrology. Her analysis of the complex orogeny of the folded-and-faulted Appalachians is still the basis for understanding certain aspects of Pennsylvania geology.<br /><br />Nor was she merely an armchair geologist; she emphasized the importance of fieldwork. She also strongly encouraged independent thinking in her students, which is how she and two of her former students became involved in the Wissahickon controversy, the first all-female scientific controversy. They conducted their disagreement with scholarly courtesy. (Yes, Florence was right, although recent discoveries have fine-tuned the picture.)<br /><br />Even after being acknowledged as one of the top 100 geologists in the United States, she continued learning. In 1906 she visited Germany to study theories of petrology. What she learned there helped her understand the formation of the Appalachian Mountains.<br /><br />After her death, this observation was found among her papers:<br /><br /> The fascination of any search after the truth lies not in the attainment...but in the pursuit, where all the powers of the mind and character are brought into play and are absorbed by the task. One feels oneself in contact with something that is infinite and one finds joy that is beyond expression in sounding the abyss of science and the secrets of the infinite mind.<br /><br />*One other woman had earned a PhD, but the university did not actually grant the degree until 1926. Male chauvinism or incompetent paperwork? You decide.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-1434565991958652502008-10-06T12:26:00.000-07:002008-10-06T12:28:13.258-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Closing My Eyes, Crossing My Fingers . . .</span><br /><br />knocking on wood, praying, begging, pleasepleaseplease.<br /><br />Phillies versus the Dodgers, best of seven, for the National League championship and a shot at winning the World Series.<br /><br />(Sorry, Cubs fans. Some of my best friends are disappointed.)Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-52103375800376171392008-08-27T17:09:00.000-07:002008-08-27T17:10:42.103-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Goodbye, Dear Del</span><br /><br />It's all over the Internet: Del Martin has died. She is survived by her widow, Phyllis Lyon. After half a century together, they were the first couple married in 2004, when <a href="http://wordweaverlynn.livejournal.com/2004/02/17/" target="_blank">San Francisco defied the state</a> and started holding same-sex marriages. They were the first married this year, when the California Supreme Court struck down the barriers to same-sex marriage. <br /><br />Four years ago, when their marriage was invalidated, Phyllis Lyon said:<br /> <blockquote>Del is 83 years old and I am 79. After being together for more than 50 years, it is a terrible blow to have the rights and protections of marriage taken away from us. At our age, we do not have the luxury of time.</blockquote><br /><br />Thank God they had a few short months of legal recognition. But even that can be taken away, Don't let it happen. Honor Del's life and commitment by <a href="http://www.NoOnProp8.com/contribute" target="_blank">defeating the California marriage ban.</a>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-48016050036847141132008-08-22T14:07:00.000-07:002008-08-22T14:08:22.515-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Good Night, Sweet Pitcher</span><br /><br />Dottie Wiltse Collins, one of the best pitchers in <a href="http://www.aagpbl.org/" target="_blank">women's baseball</a> and the moving force behind the alumnae organization of retired players from the women's leagues, <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/17/sports/baseball/17collins.html" target="_blank">died on August 12 at the age of 84.</a><br /><br />A powerhouse pitcher who could throw overhand, underhand, and sidearm, she pitched two no-hitters within a seventeen-day stretch. Collins won more than 20 games each of her first four seasons as a pro. In her best year, 1945, her record was 29-10, with a 0.83 ERA and 293 strikeouts. She once pitched -- and won -- both halves of a doubleheader, and in 1948, she played until she was four months pregnant.<br /><br />Her work to gather and preserve the history of women's baseball inspired the movie <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104694/" target="_blank">A League of Their Own</a>. More important, <a href="http://web.baseballhalloffame.org/news/article.jsp?ymd=20070221&content_id=1047&vkey=hof_news" target="_blank">the memorabilia she helped gather</a> is enshrined in the <a href="http://web.baseballhalloffame.org/" target="_blank">Baseball Hall of Fame</a> at Cooperstown, NY. Where she belongs.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-85302784982530940942008-08-21T04:25:00.000-07:002008-08-21T04:40:45.814-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Sekrit Religious Messages Decoded</span><br />Sometimes you need an ex-Baptist to translate current political rhetoric. (Ex-Baptist, but still very much a Christian.)<br /><br /><blockquote><a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2008/08/18/mccain-camp-slams-skeptics-of-his-saddleback-cross-story/#more-13101" target="_blank">“It may be typical of the pro-Obama Dungeons & Dragons crowd to disparage a fellow countryman's memory of war from the comfort of mom's basement, but most Americans have the humility and gratitude to respect and learn from the memories of men who suffered on behalf of others,” he wrote.</a></blockquote><br />I've seen various people bitterly complaining that McCain insulted D&D players and by extension all geeks. He did deliberately evoke a lot of nasty stereotypes, and he is already in disfavor with many of the computer-literate for his own unwillingness to deal with technology. From my POV, this is all to the good. By the time the campaign is over, I hope he will have alienated the gamers, the geeks, and every other human being so that he ends up with just one vote in his favor.<br /><br />I've also seen plenty of people laughing -- with reason -- at the notion that D&D players are likely to be Obama supporters. The gamers I know range from hard-core libertarian ("any fourth-grader should be able to buy heroin with the money zie has earned") to a deeply conservative Iraq War vet to a red-diaper Marxist-Leninist. Many, many gamers are at least fiscally conservative, and a good many have served their country. There was even <a href="http://rpgblog.typepad.com/rpg_blog/2005/06/games_for_gis.html" target="_blank">a games-for-GIs initiative</a> a few years ago -- remember?<br /> <br />This is not surprising. One of the reasons I rarely game is that so many gaming scenarios are morally simplistic, good-versus-evil morality plays, in which the Bad Guys are readily identifiable by their appearance. (A good GM can make a huge difference. Also a great gaming system like Cat.) <br /><br />But neither the insult to gamers nor the linking of Obama with D&D was gratuitous. Weird as it may seem, this throwaway line was designed to make Obama look like a minion of Satan -- very much like<a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121816422728523227.html?mod=googlenews_wsj" target="_blank"> the Internet ads implying that he is the Anti-Christ.</a> Even <a href="https://timlahaye.com/shopcontent.asp?type=Biography" target="_blank">Tim LaHaye</a>, senior author of the Left Behind series, saw the allusions, and he is no milk-and-water liberal by any stretch of the imagination.<br /><br />I could give you examples from my own experience, but I'll let others speak for me.<br /><br /><em>Some quotations from Evangelical writings on RPGs:</em><br /><br />RPGs encourage Satan worship:<br /><blockquote><a href="http://logosresourcepages.org/Occult/dnd-cc.htm" target="_blank">The words demon, devil and hell appear a total of 225 times in eight pages of Deities and Demigods (pages 16-23), and encourages the worship of them as lesser gods (page 105). </a></blockquote><br /><br />The D&D universe is not Christian:<br /><blockquote><a href="http://www.chick.com/articles/frpg.asp" target="_blank">This problem is that the cosmology of D&D is fundamentally anti-Biblical. Many of the defenders of D&D make the common mistake of assuming that because there are roles in the game for "clerics," this makes the game alright. They make this mistake because they equate Roman Catholicism and its robed clerics for Christians. They do not understand that one can be a cleric (Muslim, Buddhist, etc.) and not be a Christian.... But any game which draws people away from a true understanding of Jesus, God, salvation and the cosmos IS soul-destroying in the truest possible sense of the word. That is incalculably worse. We only have our bodies a few scant years before they turn to dust. Our souls we will have forever, and what if they have been destroyed by playing D&D? They may well end up in the fiery blackness of hell.</a></blockquote><br /><br />It lures young people into the occult:<br /><blockquote><a href="http://geneva.rutgers.edu/src/faq/d&d.txt" target="_blank">I myself became very interested in occult things due to the constant reference to it in AD & D, and I believe that over a period it would be very hard for a non-christian to resist the attraction of the descriptions of evil things in the AD & D rule books.<br /><br />Satan is like a roaring lion, prowling around looking for someone to devour (1 Peter 5:8). How delighted he must be when someone starts becoming interested in him due to descriptions in the AD & D rules.</a></blockquote><br /><br />You become what you pretend to be:<br /><blockquote><a href="http://www.generationyes.com/yes/ddbibleview.htm" target="_blank">The bible is the final authority on right and wrong, and if God declares in the Bible that prostitution, rape, stealing, mutilation, murder, human sacrifice, worshiping other gods, casting spells, using magic, and practicing necromancy are wrong, then should one pretend those things or become involved in a fantasy game in which one participates by imaginative role playing? NO!</a></blockquote><br /><br />Evangelicals take words and imagination more seriously than almost any other group I can think of. In gamer terms, many of them are rules lawyers, constantly obsessing over what exactly The Book says, but they honestly, profoundly believe that what's at stake is their immortal soul. And yours. <br /><br />So, knowing that, it's easy to see that the linkage of Obama and RPGs is not innocent or accidental. It was a coded reference and a subtle character assassination. <br /><br />There is a certain irony to the fact that this disingenuous little statement was made in defense of McCain's story that a North Vietnamese prison guard, secretly a Christian, connected with him by drawing a cross in the dirt with his toe. The world is full of secret messages.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-32684382309125354352008-08-20T12:57:00.000-07:002008-08-20T13:02:16.121-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Visions of Iceland</span><br /><br />Joe Decker's book, <a href="http://rockslidephoto.com/blog/?p=510" target="_blank">Saga: Visions of Iceland</a>, is well worth buying. (Or getting as a birthday present, which is how I got my copy from <a href="http://wild_irises.livejournal.com">Debbie.</a>.) The photographs are superb as always, and the printing is up to his demanding standards. Seen through Joe's eyes, the stark, dramatic scenery of Iceland becomes almost abstract. <br /><br />Some images are subtle, nearly monochromatic studies in pure form or pattern, like <a href="http://rockslidephoto.com/cgi-bin/leaf.pl?id=2333&gallery=15" target="_blank">Black Mud Swirls.</a> The pure black volcanic sands are background and foil to incandescently verdant grass in <a href="http://rockslidephoto.com/cgi-bin/leaf.pl?id=2321&gallery=15" target="_blank">Grass and Volcanic Alluvium.</a> This high-contrast image with its expanses of deep black and subtle layering of light must have presented serious printing challenges, but it looks good on the page.<br /><br />Others show sky and land bleakly glacier-colored, grey and blue; rainbows, waterfalls, quiet streams; sunsets as bright and ominous as new lava flows. Decker sees and conveys the beauty in small details and broad landscapes. <br /><br />The book is hardbound with a dust jacket. Bonus: the author picture (taken by Josh Andrews) is a vivid and revealing portrait of Joe.<br /><br />Joe Decker is an internationally known, award-winning nature photographer who just keeps getting better and better. Buy his work now, before the price goes to Ansel Adams levels. Yes, he is that good.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-71695667794663419452008-08-15T07:17:00.000-07:002008-08-15T07:18:31.022-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Quote of the Day</span><br /><br /><blockquote>What really shapes and conditions and makes us is somebody only a few of us ever have the courage to face: and that is the child you once were, long before formal education ever got its claws into you -- that impatient, all-demanding child who wants love and power and can't get enough of either and who goes on raging and weeping in your spirit till at last your eyes are closed and all the fools say, "Doesn't he look peaceful?" It is those pent-up, craving children who make all the wars and all the horrors and all the art and all the beauty and discovery in life, because they are trying to achieve what lay beyond their grasp before they were five years old.<br /><br /><blockquote>Robertson Davies, <em>The Rebel Angels</em></blockquote></blockquote>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-81401170506898553682008-08-01T06:49:00.000-07:002008-08-01T06:55:26.637-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Yosemite</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.</span>--Ansel Adams<br /><br /><br />For me, his words evoke that country even better than his photographs of it. The iconic images of Yosemite are great art: black-and-white studies in line and form: very fine photographs of an important landscape.<br /><br />Powerful as they are, they can't evoke the sublimity of the place. I'm damned sure that I can't, either. That's why I've taken more than a month to even begin to fumble my way toward a post about Yosemite. We didn't go for a visit; we drove through the High Sierras on our way to Las Vegas. <br /><br />Photos shrink the magnificence into a two-dimensional rectangle that can be held in the hand -- just another object humans can look at, which will disappear when they close their eyes. This distorts and reverses the proper relation of human to landscape. Yosemite -- all of the Sierras -- are overwhelming, enfolding. You can't close your eyes and make it go away. You can't control it or ignore it. When you are in that country, you are subject to all its laws, and no plea of ignorance or good intentions can save you. The mountains are implacable, indifferent, stark. <br /><br />And yet my spirits rise the moment I go from flat land into hills, and in the Sierras I was giddy with it. (Yes, some of that may be due to thin air, but it starts immediately. I love mountains.) <br /><br />Approaching Yosemite from the west, we climbed and climbed from the level, densely cultivated Central Valley. As the altitude increases, population decreases, and orchards give way to pines and fir trees. Even the greatest photo can't convey that Yosemite is not one image, a single view carefully shot so that the power lines and fast-food places don't show. Yosemite is wilderness embedded in wilderness. The mountain range runs for 400 miles north and south -- much of it wild, because the altitude is so high, the snow so deep in winter, the escarpment lethally steep. Yet it is within a few hours' drive of Los Angeles and San Francisco.<br /><br />On the western edge of the park are a few hamlets and millions of conifers (lodgepole pines, incense cedar, Coast Douglas firs) on steep hillsides; inside, a few park buildings and a couple of roads open only a few months of the year. Even the tour buses cannot diminish the utter wildness of the place.<br /><br />On the way to the park, I kept seeing warnings that it would cost money to get into Yosemite, but none of the signs indicated how much money. (It was $20 for a passenger car.) I'm used to parks being free. In California, many state parks charge an entrance fee of $5 or so, and still the state park system is crumbling. Yosemite is a national park, though, and none of the other ones I've been to (Valley Forge, Gettysburg) have charged admission fees.<br /><br />We skipped the loop road that tours the Yosemite Valley and showcases the waterfalls, El Capitan, Half-Dome, and the other famous sites and sights. (To give an idea of the scale of the park: it covers 1200 square miles, about three-quarters the size of Rhode Island.) But the road to Tioga Pass is magnificent enough; the road itself, made of the local granite, sparkles like snow. And we kept stopping (Look, snow! Look, a river! Look, Olmstead Point!) and looking. And lamenting that we didn't have a weekend, a week, to give to this landscape.<br /><br />From the overlook at Olmstead Point you can see through oceans of air <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/abostick59/2575385471/" target="_blank">down the valley to Half Dome.</a> People who love flat land talk about the big sky, but mountains offer something better: the sensation of dwelling within the sky. Olmstead Point does not quite hang out over space, but it gives a view down the valley of sheer glacier-scoured mountainsides. There's also a cast-bronze scale model of the viewable area -- Half Dome and all -- so you can see and touch the shapes of the mountains.<br /><br />I was having geology-geek orgasms all the way -- the local geology is utterly spectacular. Spotting moraines and glacial erratics in the High Sierras is disorienting for me; the glaciated places where I have lived are much lower and much more seriously ground down. And until now I've never seen glaciers in action, carving their characteristic U-shaped valleys, scooping lakes at different levels in the mountains. <br /><br />And glacial polish! In the east I'd seen it only as a little shine here and there. In the Sierras, vast shields of granite are polished almost to a gravestone gloss. With their joints, they look almost fake, almost like poured concrete, but it's real, all right. I spotted several intrusions -- dikes or sills -- where long ago, hot magma had forced its way into the granite. And more than one xenolith, a stone that had fallen into the granite when it was still a bath of hot magma and now hung suspended like fruit in a Jello mold. I was even lucky enough to see a xenolith that had been split by an intrusion -- one hell of an angular unconformity. Unfortunately, my picture of it didn't come out.<br /><br />When the polished granite expanses are cracked, plants take root: small cushiony plants with brilliant fuchsia flowers, or tree seedlings. When the trees survive, they eventually split the boulder they took root in. I found this tough persistence of life extraordinarily moving; it's what my first Joe Decker picture shows. (Not incidentally, that photograph was taken in the Eastern Sierra.) <a href="http://rockslidephoto.com/cgi-bin/leaf.pl?id=1203&gallery=2" target="_blank">A bristlecone pine</a> not just clinging to life on the edge of the abyss, but beautiful in its twisted starkness and its determination to endure.<br /><br />The High Sierras are an extreme environment, but there are places where bare granite gives way to something more hospitable. After the windswept grandeur of Olmstead Point comes Tuolumne Meadows, a tender, verdant landscape so welcoming it brought tears to my eyes. This level water meadow is lush with grass and bright with wildflowers. <br /><br />We went out through the pass (at nearly 10,000 feet) and down into the rich world of the Owens Valley.<br /><br />It's easy to see national parks as a kind of zoo designed to cage and display geological freaks. Despite its extremes, Yosemite isn't a freak. A magnificent landscape; a world of half a dozen ecosystems; a place of dry, tingling air fragrant with pine and fir. Magnificent, unique, but not alone: one part of a vast mountain range. The next valley over, Yosemite's twin, is Hetch Hetchy, which was dammed in 1923 to provide water and power for the San Francisco Bay Area. I drink the waters of the Tuolumne every day. <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.halfdome.net/cams/ahw_movie_01.php" target="_blank">Watch a day pass in Yosemite with time-lapse video.</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeNput2kz-gRYOUzUu7p2iZCO3kUE5iPGMibgsn6n_Z-9rblL9a0mHOQyQ7i4sDYn24og0LZdThzGnLNqNjlWiHLuwmAzw87hGtthGxiJfAj0Tb2BMLrie-gm6qHw5iImZf65/s1600-h/treesplittinggranite.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijeNput2kz-gRYOUzUu7p2iZCO3kUE5iPGMibgsn6n_Z-9rblL9a0mHOQyQ7i4sDYn24og0LZdThzGnLNqNjlWiHLuwmAzw87hGtthGxiJfAj0Tb2BMLrie-gm6qHw5iImZf65/s400/treesplittinggranite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229546979362368226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT8CKuZRkTROJxRQu9y4l2tg7TaAQsI_HuXjlpyRdvEftLlxAPHWH3aL4mMOqGb31toSe7SdAPfK7Peijfj55F6ofj0bDSRmfu6n_oHLkhRq0OSIXRAAf7WnMNwckGpdcxr6t/s1600-h/treeatyosemite.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAT8CKuZRkTROJxRQu9y4l2tg7TaAQsI_HuXjlpyRdvEftLlxAPHWH3aL4mMOqGb31toSe7SdAPfK7Peijfj55F6ofj0bDSRmfu6n_oHLkhRq0OSIXRAAf7WnMNwckGpdcxr6t/s400/treeatyosemite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229546982746837090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ff2EDFGN7uec1c-4G-0S-mY-M61niWEH-4P6OQR0YArgqYgKaeWNtwP7vDCGC9ipCoCB_hvLfrb3xyeFVYgA8iyfPam2tnhH9thyFQbPGw9RgadSeiaaYAMMyqJKk_3-L6nN/s1600-h/Olmsteadpt.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ff2EDFGN7uec1c-4G-0S-mY-M61niWEH-4P6OQR0YArgqYgKaeWNtwP7vDCGC9ipCoCB_hvLfrb3xyeFVYgA8iyfPam2tnhH9thyFQbPGw9RgadSeiaaYAMMyqJKk_3-L6nN/s400/Olmsteadpt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229546991176742578" /></a>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-69336408416026362012008-07-21T06:42:00.001-07:002008-07-21T06:42:51.404-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">ANNALS OF PTSD: One More Casualty</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/15/opinion/15tue4.html?_r=1&th&emc=th&oref=slogin" target="_blank">Joseph Dwyer</a> was a hero who became famous for carrying a wounded child toward help, an act of courage documented in <a href="http://www.gannett.com/go/newswatch/2003/june/nw0627-2.htm" target="_blank">one of the most famous photographs</a> to emerge from the Iraq War. <br /><br />A medic from Long Island whose brothers were cops, he joined up after 9/11. He cared for the wounded on the battlefield as the army fought their way from the Euphrates to Baghdad. When medics are under fire, they don't shoot back. They're too busy putting pressure bandages on sucking chest wounds, or tying tourniquets on the remains of a limb, or strapping their wounded friends onto stretchers. He was decorated for his courage with a Combat Medical Badge for service under fire.<br /><br />He came home safely from Iraq, but<a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080720/ap_on_re_us/military_the_enemy_within;_ylt=ApyAS9TfyB_2h0KQez8tqBxH2ocA" target="_blank"> he couldn't get the war out of his head.</a> The VA gave him medicine and inpatient treatment, but they weren't enough.<br /><br />Imagine the endless nightmare of war superimposed on your normal life -- ordinary sounds threaten death, roadside litter becomes an improvised bomb. Imagine the heart-pounding terror every time someone knocks on your door. He lived in that hell for five years. Finally he died there.<br /><br />Technically, the death was from a drug overdose. But when you're frightened sick all the time, unrelentingly, any drug that will give you surcease can be an unbearable temptation.<br /><br />I hope he has found peace and rest now in a place without gunfire. I pray that his wife and daughter, his friends, his family, will all find consolation. But for those who live with this pain, there is very little consolation. <br /><br />PTSD destroys lives, and it can spread to your partners and into the next generation. My father was a medic in the Korean War. I'm sure that some of what he did to me, some of the living nightmares i still fight, came from the battlefields of Korea. <br /><br />In "Let the People Speak," Stephen Fry interviewed various (possibly fictional) members of the British public about the first Gulf War, which was then beginning:<br /><blockquote>"Let's get one thing straight," said a doctor from Long Melford. "Soldiers are made from flesh and bone and tissue that is, as Wilfred Owen said, 'so dear achieved.' It has taken them from 17 to 30 years to grow into what they are. In seconds it can be a tangle of blood and smashed material that can never be put right again."<br /><br />. . . "Are you in the business of comforting the enemy?"<br /><br />"No, I'm in the business of repairing flesh. Just be sure. For God's sake be sure."</blockquote><br /><br />Minds can be smashed beyond all repairing, too. It took 26 years to make Joseph Dwyer into the kind of man who would rescue a wounded child under fire.<br /><br />It took 91 days on the battlefield to destroy him.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-24975869890539436022008-07-20T22:01:00.000-07:002008-07-20T22:02:28.068-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">After 32 Years, <span style="font-style:italic;">Network</span> Still Nails It</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0074958/" target="_blank">Network</a> is probably the greatest rant movie ever made. (I can't think of another contender with so many great rants from so many different characters.) And this rant (newscaster Howard Beale's magnificent on-air breakdown) seems eerily on-target for life as it is today.<br /><br /><blockquote>I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.<br /><br />[shouting] You've got to say, 'I'm a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!' So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,<br />[shouting]<br /><br />'I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!' I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - 'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:<br /><br />[screaming at the top of his lungs] "I'M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I'M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!"</blockquote><br /><br />Not a Goddamned thing has changed except that we now have video games and the Internet.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-47976705860127951342008-07-15T01:35:00.000-07:002008-07-15T01:37:04.337-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Officially Cheerful</span><br /><br />Had a rough day? Stressed about the looming Apocalypse and your dwindling bank balance? You need James Lileks. You need <a href="http://lileks.com/institute/index.html" target="_blank">The Institute of Official Cheer.</a> It's got everything, all enhanced by elegantly phrased snarky commentary:<br /><br />* <a href="http://lileks.com/institute/sears1973/index.html" target="_blank">Clothing ads from the 1973 Sears catalog!</a> Go ahead and laugh. But dammit, we thought it was pretty. Except the plaid pants. And some of the hairstyles. And all that polyester. No, I didn't buy my clothes from Sears--that was too fancy. What Ma didn't make, we got from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category_talk:Defunct_department_stores_of_the_United_States" target="_blank">Eynon Drug.</a><br /><br />* <a href="http://lileks.com/institute/publicity/elvis1.html" target="_blank">Elvis meets Liberace!</a> And other all-too-memorable publicity shots.<br /><br />* <a href="http://lileks.com/institute/gallery/meat/8.html" target="_blank">Sometimes meat likes to dress up and feel pretty.</a> A sample of the joys of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gallery-Regrettable-Food-James-Lileks/dp/0609607820/ref=pd_bbs_sr_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1216095062&sr=1-2" target="_blank">The Gallery of Regrettable Food</a> -- actual food illustrations and photography from the Depression through the swinging 70s. There are a few recipes, but the focus is on the unappetizing pictures and Lileks's delicious commentary. Imagine the mind that could dream up hot dogs in aspic. No, don't. Not if you're eating. Or about to eat. Or ever want to eat again.<br /><br />Most of the content in Lileks's books is no longer on the website, but truly they are worth buying. (I keep an eye out at used bookstores and library sales; so far I've picked up two, plus a book of essays.) He describes a loaf of mottled red meat sludge in aspic as "a core sample from a mass grave." He tells the hidden stories of the people in those illustrations. Truly, he is the MST3K of old advertisements -- and his wit is as sharp as his eye. (He also posts a lot of other useful and interesting material, including old photos of Fargo, ND, and Minneapolis.)<br /><br />The effect of reading anything by Lileks is, first, laughter, tinged with horror. Then, as you read on, uncontrollable spasms of laughter. Then choking, screaming convulsions of something that might be laughter or agony, garnished by tears. Then full-fledged hysteria. It's absolutely guaranteed, and it's one of the best ways I know for dealing with a horrible day. <br /><br />Why yes, I had a . . . regrettable day. Any day in which one's automobile, freshly emerged from the shelter of a warranty period, demands repairs that will cost almost a month's rent (which, incidentally, has just been raised again), that day cries out for Official Cheer.<br /><br />(It worked, too.)Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-72557348877423989802008-07-08T04:15:00.000-07:002008-07-08T04:17:22.031-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">IN MEMORIAM: Thomas M. Disch</span><br /><br />He wrote beautiful prose. He wrote beautiful poetry. The rage and pain and beauty of his work shone like supernovas at sunset. He was viciously original and sometimes just vicious.<br /><br />He was notoriously hard to deal with -- his <a href="http://tomsdisch.livejournal.com">LJ</a> demonstrates his prickliness and anger. Those may be characteristic of a man who never learned to defend himself against the world or his own deep pain. (No, that's not just something I say of the honored dead. I have loved, do love, a few people like that.)<br /><br />He killed himself on Independence Day -- surely a comment and a message to us. And his magnanimous, lyrical descriptions of life after death in The Businessman give me hope. Perhaps he has found his way toward that heaven where suicides learn to cope with life.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-82504991709943998482008-06-25T09:20:00.000-07:002008-06-25T09:23:54.777-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Remembering History</span><br /><br />On June 25, 1876, the Sioux and Cheyenne (under the leadership of Sitting Bull and Crazy Horse) defeated the Seventh Cavalry (under George Armstrong Custer) at the battle of the Little Bighorn. Custer's detachment was wiped out. The other squadrons, under Major Marcus Reno and Captain Frederick Benteen, suffered serious losses and fled. <br /><br />Custer died because he made overwhelmingly bad decisions. He underestimated the number of his enemy. He planned his strategy without knowing what kind of ground he would need to cover. He thoroughly lived up to his standing at the very bottom of the West Point Class of 1861.<br /><br />But the war for the Black Hills -- sacred ground to the Sioux and Cheyenne, a source of gold for the whites -- was not over. Within a year, the Indians were defeated, and their lands were taken away. It is particularly outrageous that one of their mountains was later carved into the likeness of four dead presidents.<br /><br />Today is a day to ponder the racism, arrogance, and stupidity of some American leaders, civil and military. To remember that, instead of being the good guys, the US government can act with evil, and that they do so on behalf of every American of any race, creed, language, gender, and political opinion. To mourn for the soldiers who died on both sides, not forgetting the humanity of our enemies or our own troops. And to resolve never again to allow this kind of shameful behavior to stain the history of this nation. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.pbs.org/weta/thewest/resources/archives/six/bighorn.htm" target="_blank">Lakota Account of the Battle of the Little Bighorn</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.eyewitnesstohistory.com/custer.htm" target="_blank">White Scout's Account of the Battle.</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bury-My-Heart-Wounded-Knee/dp/0805017305" target="_blank">Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West.</a> If you haven't yet read this well-researched, meticulously documented book, read it. After nearly forty years, its narrative has not lost its power to shock or to move.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0065988/" target="_blank">Little Big Man.</a> Dustin Hoffman as a 101-year-old white man raised by Indians. This underrated movie intersperses hilarious satire with utterly shattering scenes of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Washita_River" target="_blank">the white war against the Indians</a>. Arthur Penn directed just three years after his landmark Bonnie and Clyde. Features Chief Dan George, Faye Dunaway, and Richard Mulligan (later a star of Soap). Mulligan's turn as Custer is worth the price of the DVD.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-83270174403999355592008-06-16T02:52:00.000-07:002008-06-16T02:53:39.994-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Better Than Bloomsday</span><br /><br />Legal same-sex marriage starts today in California. <br /><br />A very happy wedding season to all who can finally marry their partners, and may you live to see your marriage recognized and respected everywhere in the world.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-45458448812472683822008-05-21T04:56:00.000-07:002008-05-21T05:07:53.313-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">As Nanny Ogg Would Say, Tempers Fuggit</span><br /><br />I went to Office Depot today, looking for a replacement stylus for my Palm. It's not new -- I replaced my old M100 a year or so ago, choosing a low-end, monochrome model fine for my basic PDA uses -- ebooks and backgammon, with occasional calendaring. <br /><br />I wandered through the aisles, wondering where the PDA displays were. Not with computers, not with calendars, not with software or cameras or cables. The clerk had never heard of a Palm, a handheld, or a PDA, much less a stylus. <br /><br />After some fruitless paging, I eventually found an older employee who told me they no longer carried any PDAs or accessories. <br /><br />They're outdated.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-25550225301082563202008-05-19T23:55:00.001-07:002008-05-19T23:55:51.618-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">May We Have the Envelope, Please?</span><br /><br />The National Trust’s 2008 <a href="http://www.preservationnation.org/issues/11-most-endangered/" target="_blank">list of Most Endangered Places</a> is out. This annual rite gathers historians, naturalists, and architects in nail-biting suspense. What monuments to our heritage are closest to being razed, paved, or mutilated? Which historical sites, architectural treasures, cultural resources, and natural landscapes should we visit now, before they vanish forever? <br /><br />Among this year's lucky winners I found the spectacularly elegant <a href="http://www.preservationnation.org/travel-and-sites/sites/northeast-region/boyd-theatre.html" target="_blank">Boyd's Theater</a> in Center City Philadelphia. It's an eighty-year old movie queen, the architectural equivalent of Gloria Swanson in <em>Sunset Boulevard</em>. It was the first of the great Art Deco theaters, and it is the last movie palace in Philadelphia.<br /><br />The Boyd used to be the SamEric, which closed in 2002, and I have very fond memories of its spacious auditorium and fine acoustics. The Boyd was convenient--a block from Rittenhouse Square, close to bookstores, restaurants, and transit. Nearby was a small State Store where, one sultry night, my date and I picked up a flask of Old Granddad to smuggle into the theater. The <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082934/" target="_blank">film</a> was noir, the stars were Nicholson and Lange, and between the bourbon-fortified fountain Cokes and the Art Deco ambiance, the movie looked wonderful. No big-screen TV can do what the Boyd did so well.<br /><br />Another old friend made the list. <a href="http://www.preservationnation.org/travel-and-sites/sites/western-region/californias-state-parks.html" target="_blank">The entire California state park system.</a><br /><br />The <a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/parkindex/" target="_blank">state park system</a> is falling apart. There's no money for maintenance, and hasn't been for years. I was appalled when I first went to a California park and was charged an admission fee, but taxes won't cover operating costs. And this is a tragedy. <br /><br />California is one of the <a href="http://www.statemaster.com/state/CA-california/eco-economy" target="_blank">richest states</a> by any measure and one of the <a href="http://www.infoplease.com/ce6/us/A0857126.html" target="_blank">top economies in the world</a>. It hosts the insanely lucrative high tech and entertainment industries as well as its vast and productive agricultural sector. From wine to lettuce, carrots to cotton, California produces more. Think Wisconsin is the dairy state? Think again. We're number one. And there are plenty of other industries -- fishing, manufacturing, lumber, tourism. The real estate is some of the most expensive in the world. And, at least in Silicon Valley, you can meet millionaires and billionaires any time you go to Fry's computer store.<br /><br />The parks preserve wild lands, protect redwoods, open history to visitors. They save the smaller patches of the great historic redwoods and joshua trees and offer sanctuary to birds from egrets to condors. Once you've seen the bleakly indifferent peaks of the Sierras, the passes deep in snow, the brutally sheer mountainsides, you gain a new comprehension of the courage and fortitude of the people who crossed them in wooden wagons -- or who died on the frozen heights above the lushly blooming valleys. <br /><br />The parks provide recreation and education and green space. In the state that boasts Big Sur, Death Valley, Yosemite, and the Avenue of the Giants, the state parks shelter the smaller local spaces where people can picnic, camp, hike, watch birds and wildlife, or frolic with their dogs. One of the things that makes the crowding of the East Bay endurable to me is the presence of parks, acres of countryside I can visit easily and always see on the horizon. They keep our spirits going.<br /><br />This state can afford to preserve and share its magnificent natural resources and historic heritage. If California is punished by God with a disaster, it won't be for recognizing love and commitment between same-sex partners. It will be for allowing greed to destroy our endowment of history, landscape, and human potential. <br /><br />Link to list from <a href="http://stillawaysaway.com/?p=1116" target="_blank">Still a Ways Away.</a>Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-81354439350160025882008-05-15T11:55:00.000-07:002008-05-20T04:03:39.030-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Four Years and Several Months Ago . . .</span><br /><br />Gavin Newsom celebrated Valentine's Day by opening marriage to same-sex couples. My friend RJ and I joined dozens of other volunteers to help <a href="http://unnaturalhistory.blogspot.com/2004/02/next-right-thing-our-first-duty-was-to.html">celebrate marriages in San Francisco City Hall.</a> People were coming in from all over. I get teary-eyed just at the memory -- the joy was palpable, and shared among so many people.<br /><br />Now what we did then has been upheld by the California Supreme Court. We now have marriage equality -- if we can fight off the various attacks on it. <br /><br />A deep, deep joy.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3672639.post-81550614885406478962008-05-04T11:32:00.000-07:002008-05-04T11:35:57.065-07:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">Small Rewards</span><br /><br />I always want to know where the roads go. Saturday I found one of surpassing beauty -- a winding country road, flawlessly cambered and almost empty, snaking over hills. It ran through chaparral, grassland, oak hills, even a redwood forest damp and sheltered enough for ferns -- a rare sight here. Every turn brought a new prospect: hills, valleys, woods, the Bay glittering in the sun, a reservoir mirroring the sky. <br /><br />Except for bicyclers, the road was almost deserted on a Saturday afternoon. I bet it's even better on a weekday afternoon, when the bike-riders are off at work. A place to stretch my reflexes and my eyes, to dawdle or zip as the mood dictates.<br /><br />Best of all, this road is not forty miles away, across the bay and up in the Santa Cruz Mountains. It runs from Hayward to Oakland. You might know it as A Street or Redwood Road. I've driven sections of it a thousand times but never, before, beyond the high school, where one turns off to go to the Episcopal church.<br /><br />That road felt like an extraordinary gift from the universe. Or maybe part of God's Frequent Seeker Rewards Program.<br /><br />For most of the time I've lived in the East Bay, I haven't had time or energy to go exploring. Particularly when I was making the vicious commute to Palo Alto, the last thing I wanted to do on weekends was drive anywhere. <br /><br />The life I was living prevented me from doing the things I loved and wanted -- the big things, like writing fiction, and the little things, like exploring country roads. And the things I substituted for what I really needed were both insufficient and expensive. <br /><br />And it's not a question of leisure versus work. I am working now -- working damned hard, in fact -- but under conditions that are much more conducive to my being able to function day to day. I'm cooking and eating a variety of foods, I'm able to give more energy and love to my partners, I'm doing better with life maintenance chores, and I am even unpacking boxes and sorting possessions. Someday I may no longer be living in an apartment that looks like I moved in an hour ago. <br /><br />Clearly this is something I need to consider when I look for the next job. It's almost a tautology -- when you're living the right life, you'll get the things you need, because by definition the right life is the one that feeds and nurtures you. But why is it so damned hard to remember that? <br /><br />By "getting the things you need" I don't mean that you'll become a lottery winner or be protected from all loss and grief. I am not one of those prosperity Christians who thinks that prayer exists to beef up your bank account. Mine will undoubtedly shrink, in fact, and that's OK. <br /><br />Maybe it's easier to see it the other way around: a job that twists your soul, a marriage that gradually erodes your sense of selfhood, a life where you have to deny who you are and who you love are bound to make you miserable. They will have compensations, of course, otherwise you wouldn't stay long enough for it to become a problem. But they have high costs, and they swallow the energy you could be using for something more productive.<br /><br />The rewards of the right life (or miseries of the wrong kind) are not in the nature of arbitrary reinforcement from a Skinnerian deity with a sadistic sense of humor. They're much closer to the laws of physics. Defy gravity at your peril, and don't blame the mirror when the angle of incidence equals the angle of reflection.<br /><br />I was talking about this with Michele when I was struck with a another aspect of the issue. The work to build the right life may hurt like hell. It may even seem worse than the familiar wretchedness of the wrong one. But it pays off -- and that positive payoff is something I consistently forget to include in my cost-benefit analysis.<br /><br />There are excellent reasons for that quirk of psychology. But it's useful to remember that it isn't usually true any more. Asking for what I want, trying to get what I need, making changes -- these do involve some frustration and pain, but these days when I do them, I also actually get what I want without having to pay a cost too high to endure. This is what I have to convince my protective back-brain, which doesn't want me to throw away whatever I have now in hopes of a better future. It learned too early, too thoroughly, that asking for change brought things much worse than whatever I was enduring.<br /><br />I have a huge chunk of work to do in therapy about reconnecting with my body, and I have been seriously considering not doing it. What's the point? It's going to take years of work and a lot of misery, and I'm 48. Why bother? By the time it's done I'll be old and close to death. The alternative to doing it will probably be shortening my life by some unknowable number of years. And I was very close to saying that an earlier death was preferable to fighting this war. <br /><br />But maybe, if I do it, I'll get rewards I never even thought of. I didn't quit my job to write so that I could find beautiful back roads or eat a better diet. Those were bonuses. I bet there will be bonuses to the bodywork, too -- things I cannot imagine now.<br /><br />Worth trying. <br /><br /><br /><br />Another Frequent Seeker Reward: free MP3 of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00185TX68/ref=dm_ty_alb">Dirty Town,</a> the new Steve Winwood single. I've been waiting for a good new Steve Winwood album. This looks like I've got my wish. The verses may not be not great songwriting, but the choruses and riffs are catchy, urgent, compelling. <br /><br />Winwood's voice is deeper, maybe a little hoarser, than his voice when he was the fourteen-year-old lead singer of the Spencer Davis Group. His keyboard line starts like a lonely blues song but breaks into a rock anthem -- and nobody writes better rock anthem than Winwood at his best. <br /><br />Eric Clapton's godlike guitar sounds more like the passionate, protesting wail of the Cream years than the magisterial resignation of some of his recent work. Which is not to say all of his recent work has been rockless -- have you heard the Cream reunion album? Blew me away. They are still damned good -- better than anybody else -- even if Ginger Baker looks as kippered as Keith Richards.<br /><br /><br />Definitely worth the download. Amazon has an MP3 downloader, but it only works with Mac OS 10.4 and up, and I'm still running 10.3.9 on the laptop. Nevertheless, I had no trouble downloading the song.Lynn Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09394483666234720539noreply@blogger.com0