Month: September 2008

  • Words and Pictures

       I almost feel like getting into a rant here today.  I'm tempted.   I have tons of material for a politicosocioeconomic rant without even bringing up the presidential race.  (Just what was it in Nancy Pelosi's speech that, as John Boehner put it, "caused a number of members
    we thought we could get to go south" on the bailout?)   Even more tempting is one of my usual semantic rants (Some people apparently don't know the difference between a psychologist and a psychiatrist, and others -- maybe even some of the same ones -- give themselves an ego boost by saying they are "spiritual".), but I'm just not up for ranting today.

    I caught a bunch of images yesterday, from dawn...

    ...through mid-day...

    ...into the afternoon, when Doug and I tarped the now-complete five-cord woodpile,

    and he cleared out a new space for his chopping block,

    despite Koji's help.

  • You don't need me to dish the dirt.

    For a while, when the country seemed to be enthralled with Sarah Palin, I felt like I was practically a lone voice talking about her sleaze and incompetence.  Then I found AlaskaReal and didn't feel so alone any more.

    Now, even conservative commentators are dishing on their party's ticket for its deficiencies.  Linda Lowen says: 

    Kathleen Parker is a nationally syndicated columnist, a conservative
    woman writing for the right-leaning National Review Online. She's in
    the unique position of having the authority to speak candidly about
    Sarah Palin's candidacy without detractors screaming that she's a tool
    of Team Obama's massive campaign machine.

    Here is what Kathleen Parker herself says:

    Palin’s recent interviews with Charles Gibson, Sean Hannity, and now
    Katie Couric have all revealed an attractive, earnest, confident
    candidate. Who Is Clearly Out Of Her League.

    No one hates
    saying that more than I do. Like so many women, I’ve been pulling for
    Palin, wishing her the best, hoping she will perform brilliantly. I’ve
    also noticed that I watch her interviews with the held breath of an
    anxious parent, my finger poised over the mute button in case it gets
    too painful. Unfortunately, it often does. My cringe reflex is
    exhausted.

    Palin filibusters. She repeats words, filling space with deadwood. Cut the verbiage and there’s not much content there.

    Read the full story here.

    George F. Will says McCain has lost his head and calls him "operatic," "Manichean" and too temperamental to be trusted with the responsibility of the presidency.

    Channeling his inner Queen of Hearts, John McCain furiously, and
    apparently without even looking around at facts, said Chris Cox,
    chairman of the Securities and Exchange Commission, should be decapitated.

    The Associated Press has been investigating allegations against Palin.

    When Palin needed to sell
    her house during her last year as Wasilla mayor, she got the city to
    sign off on a special zoning exception—and did so without keeping a
    promise to remove a potential fire hazard.

    She gladly accepted
    gifts from merchants: A free "awesome facial" she raved about in a
    thank-you note to a spa. The "absolutely gorgeous flowers" she received
    from a welding supply store. Even fresh salmon to take home.

    She
    also stepped in to help friends or neighbors with City Hall dealings.
    She asked the City Council to add a friend to the list of speakers at a
    2002 meeting—and then the friend got up and asked them to give his
    radio station advertising business.


  • Fear and Politics

    They are inseparable.  They always have been.  What besides fear would impel anyone to give up his power to another, in exchange for protection -- whether that protection be from enemies, from natural perils, or from the wrath of the protector?  Niccolo Machiavelli understood that.  Karl Rove understands it, and so does each of the current presidential and vice-presidential candidates.  The political protection racket is legal, while unofficial protection rackets are prosecutable, not because they are essentially different, but because the politicians in power write the laws and pay the salaries of their enforcers.

    Incumbents have an edge in elections generally, and it is not just because of name recognition and greater access to the means for election fraud.  Some who support the incumbents believe, "better the devil you know than the one you don't," meaning that they fear the unknown more than they do the familiar miscreants.  Others, who may vote for change if they believe in the secrecy of their ballot, will speak out publicly in favor of the incumbent because they fear reprisals otherwise.  I know people who wait cagily to see who leads in the polls before placing the projected winners' campaign signs in their front yards.  It has ever been in the mouse's best interest to curry favor with the cat, at least in the view of the fearful mouse.

    Candidates try to convince voters that their opponents will not protect them from enemies and natural or economic perils as well as they themselves will.  It appears to me, after watching the results of a quarter century of elections in Alaska, that most voters here are more afraid of unemployment and poverty than they are of catastrophic climate change and ecological disaster.  In other words, they are greedy and short-sighted.  Of course, the winners of those elections were the ones who made the most extravagant false promises of jobs and prosperity.  Once in power, they had no need to deliver on the promises.  The voices of dissent raised in protest were no more effective against the fear-mongers' propaganda than was that little boy who tried to tell everyone the emperor had no clothes.  All a politician needs in order to succeed is to manufacture or imagine a peril and convince people that he can protect them from it.

    Every argument against anarchy that I have encountered has been fear-driven.  People are paralyzed by fear, afraid of their fellow humans, and afraid of their inadequacy to deal with danger, afraid of responsibility and afraid of failure, despite generations of observations of incompetent leaders who failed in their responsibilities and created one disaster after another.  Why do you poor, dumb, sick suckers always think someone else can do a better job than you can?  Or is it just that you don't want to make the effort or bear the burden, and the ones who do, and have done such a lousy job of it, are those who understand and crave the perks of power?  Or rather than being fearful, lazy and irresponsible, are you spiritually immune, above all that greed and power-hunger, content to just be, and let the world be in the mess it's in?  You must derive some comfort and consolation from those beliefs, some comfort and consolation that I just don't have, and don't want.

    Here's a little medicine for your fear, if you can take it straight up.

  • It's anarchy again.

    I can tell when my intake of political propaganda is reaching critical mass.  That's when I start talking about anarchy.

    Last night, in the daily after-9PM phone call from Greyfox, I repeated my old half-joking, "If there was an anarchist on the ballot, that's who I'd vote for."  Greyfox has heard me say those words more times than I bothered to count.  Finally, last night, he asked, "That's a logical impossibility, isn't it?"  And that is the downside of a dry sense of humor:  it makes one's jokes hard to get.

    If you read my earlier entry on anarchy, you know I think it doesn't deserve the bad reputation it has gotten.  A large part of that problem stems from a popular misconception about anarchy, which confuses it with omniarchy and chaos.  Anarchism has gained a large following on the web, but it isn't the same idealistic political philosophy I have learned to know and love.  It is mean-spirited and vindictive, smelling a lot like adolescent rebellion against authority.

    Curious?  Want to know more?

    There's my earlier essay.

    A Few Words on Anarchy and America by Jon Sussman

    Anarchy: a Journal of Desire Armed

    Anarchy Archives

    Green Anarchy

    Association of Autonomous Astronauts

    Make it happen.  Let it be.

  • Illegal Immigration

      It's a big issue for people on both sides of the border.

    If you can't see the movie above, see it here.

    Imagine a world without borders.

  • Better but not Well

    It's foggy outside this morning, but I'm not as brain-fogged today as yesterday.  At least I managed to make coffee on the first attempt.  Yesterday's first pot went all over the counter and stovetop because I forgot to place the carafe in the machine.

    The final load of firewood, promised weeks ago, still hasn't been delivered, and we're still discussing whether to tarp the pile as it is or wait until we get the rest of the wood.  Main factor in favor of tarping now is "what if" it snows before we get it done.  Main reason for waiting is that the wood seller never waits for us to get the tarp out of the way before he starts throwing wood.

    I remember when we drove a pickup truck and were fit enough to cut our own wood.  Those were the good old days.  But then again, we did that because we couldn't afford to pay anyone to do it for us.  Maybe these are the good old days.  That, I suppose, remains to be seen.

  • Mercury is Retrograde

    ...again.

    Doug and I went to Wasilla yesterday, to get supplies and take a few things in for Greyfox.  I'm fatigued, fumble-fingered and brain-foggy today.

  • Forget Wet

    The steps and packed earth paths that were slimy and slippery with water yesterday, today are even slicker and slipperier with ice.

    Last night, the clouds moved out for a while and I saw the first stars I have seen since May, when the sky stopped being dark enough at night to see a star.  With the protective overcast gone, warmth was sucked into outer space, and everything froze.  Then clouds moved back in so that there will be precious little solar heat today to melt the ice.  It could even snow.  That would come as no surprise, with precipitation being a nearly everyday thing all summer.

    I am ever so glad I had my studded tires put on the car last time I went to town.  Doug and I have to go to town again this week.

  • Wet, in other words

    humid
    damp
    dank
    moist
    misty
    muggy
    muddy
    puddled
    pooled
    paludal
    brimful
    drippy
    dripping
    drizzly
    showery
    rainy
    pouring
    drenched
    liquid
    hydrous
    hydrophanous
    foggy
    flowing
    soggy
    sodden
    soppy
    squishy
    aqueous
    saturated
    sopping
    seeping
    soaking
    soaked
    mushy
    muddy
    mucky
    watery
    waterlogged
    wringing wet

  • Muffin Recipes and the Economics of Supply

      Virtually every one of my original recipes depends on the economics of supply.  They originate from a need to find a palatable way to combine available ingredients.  That necessity often leads to serendipitous discoveries, such as the excellent palatability of Chinese five spice in muffins, found when I ran out of cinnamon.

    The addition of baby food in the following recipes is the result of Greyfox's having found three cases of Gerber strained fruits in a dumpster.  Unless the Dumpster Deva happens to provide you with a lot of those expensive little jars, or you have a supply on hand because your baby developed an aversion or an allergy to something, it would be more economical to puree fresh or canned fruits.

    As every experienced baker knows, recipes are merely guidelines.  They leave room for various improvisations and substitutions, which one does at one's risk.  One step beyond a given recipe can bring a delicious discovery, while another one can bring a disaster of inedibility.  My recipes below are gluten-free.  If you have no need to avoid gluten, you may safely (and more cheaply) substitute whole wheat flour for any or all of the various flours listed, but your result will not sing.

    Gluten-Free Banana Muffins

    Line muffin pans with 36 paper baking cups.  Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).
    Whisk together in a large bowl:
    2 cups Bob's Red Mill Garbanzo Fava Flour
    1/2 cup sorghum flour
    1/2 cup rice flour
    1/2 cup tapioca flour
    2 cups nonfat dry milk
    1/2 cup almond meal
    1/2 cup flaxseed meal
    2 tsp. ea., baking soda and baking powder
    1 tsp. salt

    In a separate bowl, beat:

    6 large eggs

    Add, beating after each addition:

    1/2 cup vegetable oil (I use grape seed oil)
    2 cups yogurt
    5 four-ounce jars Gerber strained bananas (or 3-4 mashed bananas)

    Stir liquid into dry ingredients. 

    Spoon 1/4 cup of batter into each muffin cup. (I lve my muffin measuring spoons.)

    Bake at 375°F (190°C) for 18-20 minutes.  Cool on racks 10 minutes before removing muffins from pan to racks.  When cool, may be packed in airtight containers, frozen, and nuked later for "fresh baked" taste.

    Gluten-Free Fruit-Nut Muffins

    Line muffin pans with 36 paper baking cups.  Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).

    Whisk together in a large bowl:

    2 cups Bob's Red Mill Garbanzo Fava Flour
    1/2 cup sorghum flour
    1/2 cup rice flour
    1/2 cup tapioca flour
    2 cups nonfat dry milk
    2 tsp. ea., baking soda and baking powder
    1 tsp. salt
    3/4 cup finely chopped pecans

    In a separate bowl, beat:

    6 large eggs

    Add, beating after each addition:

    1/2 cup vegetable oil (I use grape seed oil)
    2 cups yogurt
    5 four-ounce jars Gerber strained pears (or 2 1/2 cups any pureed fruit)

    Stir liquid into dry ingredients. 

    Spoon 1/4 cup of batter into each muffin cup

    Bake at 375°F (190°C) for 18-20 minutes.  Cool on racks 10 minutes
    before removing muffins from pan to racks.  When cool, may be packed in
    airtight containers, frozen, and nuked later for "fresh baked" taste.


    WEATHER BULLETIN:
    Yesterday, after we got home from our water run, the wind came up and blew a lot of the leaves off the trees.  Last night, the clouds cleared away and it got cold.  Early this morning, it was foggy.  Then the fog lifted into a gray overcast.  At this moment, sleet is falling noisily onto those newly fallen leaves.

    BTW:  Planned Parenthood is trying to stop Bush's proposed
    regulatory change that lets health care providers define abortion, which
    could threaten access to birth control and broader reproductive health
    care, and allow federal funding for so-called "crisis pregnancy
    centers"
    that refuse to inform patients of or provide patients with a
    full range of reproductive health care options.  You have until Sept. 25 to voice your opposition. 
    Click here please.