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My Bookmarks, As of December 2009 (Part 2)

2009-12-10T19:44:00.000-08:00

Blogs
http://nielsenhayden.com/makinglight/
http://myrightwingdad.blogspot.com/
http://obsidianwings.blogs.com/
http://www.oliverwillis.com/
http://dneiwert.blogspot.com/
http://www.pamshouseblend.com/
http://pandagon.net/
http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/
http://punkassblog.com/
http://www.sadlyno.com/
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/SavageLove?oid=2017620
http://whatever.scalzi.com/
http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/
http://www.strangehorizons.com/
http://susiemadrak.com/
http://portlytruestories.blogspot.com/
http://www.theagitator.com/
http://thisislikesogay.blogspot.com/
http://www.weareallbadgers.com/index2.htm
http://wikileaks.org/
http://zeldalily.com/

I notice that some of these links are in the wrong folders. I must do something about that one of these days....

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "What, there's more?"\\

My Bookmarks, As of December 2009 (Part 1)

2009-12-09T20:00:00.000-08:00

Audio
http://www.620kpoj.com/main.html
http://www.opb.org/radio/
http://www.otr.net/
http://www.youtube.com/
Blogs
http://acephalous.typepad.com/
http://alicublog.blogspot.com/
http://theangryblackwoman.com/
http://supergee.livejournal.com/
http://www.balloon-juice.com/
http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/
http://www.cogitamusblog.com/
http://crookedtimber.org/
http://echidneofthesnakes.blogspot.com/
http://science-professor.blogspot.com/
http://www.feministe.us/blog/
http://www.feministing.com/
http://frugalfag.com/
http://hecatedemetersdatter.blogspot.com/
http://hugoschwyzer.net/
http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/
http://joemygod.blogspot.com/
http://kateharding.net/
http://konagod.blogspot.com/
http://languagelog.ldc.upenn.edu/nll/
http://lefarkins.blogspot.com/
http://www.miamiherald.com/leonard_pitts/
http://majikthise.typepad.com/

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Don't you have anything better to do?"\\

Sunday Go To Meetin'

2009-12-06T11:42:00.001-08:00

I went to the Quaker Meeting this morning, which I used to do regularly, and have been trying recently to start doing again, with limited success.

I am really glad that I was there today, though, because one of the members said something that I really needed to hear:

He said something to the effect that Quakers talk a lot about the Light Within, but that he was much more concerned with the Light that forms between people, if they allow it to. He said this was one of the most precious, even miraculous aspects of being human, and tragically all too vulnerable. By comparison with the vulnerability of human relations, the Light Within is relatively easy to nurture and to heal.

As I said, that was something I needed to hear.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Thank you, John".\\

Home Again

2009-12-05T22:59:00.000-08:00

But we will be going back to Portland again next weekend.

Why will we be going back to Portland? Go ask the Magic eight-Ball.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Reply Hazy, Perhaps Because of Embarrassment."\\

At the Montavilla Motel

2009-12-05T00:06:00.001-08:00

In Portland to take care of various errands and see various people, will be returning to Corvallis, probably late, staying tonight at the Montavilla Motel, one of Kathe's favorites.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Hurry back."\\

Things They Sell At The End of the Aisle

2009-11-27T14:17:00.000-08:00

Things like inflatable tongues,
mustard-squirting mouths,
ketchup-squirting nostrils
and toothpaste-squirting dogs.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Goodness me."\\

John and Kathe's Blog

2009-11-26T21:04:00.000-08:00

Come to our new joint blog, especially if you're one of our favorite people.

But really, even if you're not.

And our circle of favorite people is actually wider than you might think.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "You don't have to like someone for them to like you."\\

Strange Days

2009-11-24T12:28:00.000-08:00

But then they are all strange these days. Just had a big mouthful of very comfortable but still disturbing work done at Sunset Dental. I suppose the phenomenon of giving more attention to pains and fears past is one of the hallmarks of trauma, and that was definitely the case for me just now. But I already knew I was working my way through a great deal of trauma.

Sitting in the Creekside coffee shop around the corner from the dentist's, cautiously sipping mildly warm mocha through a straw, my clever upper lip compensating for the lack of active support from my squashy lower lip. waiting for Kathe to give my doped-up self a ride home.

Still thinking about the trauma aspect of dentistry. I can tell that a lot of the anxiety and trepidation I feel as dental work approaches is compounded of long-ago dental work, as well as other medical procedures, my fear of being out of control while someone else decides what to do with my body, my shame and fear at the condition of my body, and so forth. Lots of issues.

It helps that I am better now at recognizing all of these things, and recognizing them as separate things tht I can deal with individually. That does help, some.

I look forward to my wife's arrival and a safe ride home, but I also relish this private time, this isloation here at a coffee shop where I not only don't have anything I should rush off and do, but am under doctor's orders not to try to walk home, much less drive, on my own. It's kind of cozy sitting here like this in this peculiar state of isolation, not unlike the way I feel when I am up in my imaginary lookout tower.

I should spend more time up there.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Don't forget, the rent is due on that thing."\\

Agricultural Equipment, Some Made from LEGOs

2009-11-19T15:39:00.000-08:00

Kathe and I went to the Ag Expo at the Linn County fairgrounds. We really liked the LEGO farm equipment.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Sounhds like fun."\\

News From Asnakech and Tesfaye

2009-11-16T13:11:00.000-08:00

Good news, as it happens: He is staying with her in Portland, clean and sober and not endangering her lease.
It's been awhile since we'd heard anything at all about him, so this is very good news indeed.
Hang in there, Tes.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Take very good care,"\\

Ghost Buicks in the Sky

2009-11-15T13:14:00.000-08:00

Driving down Interstate 5 to Springfield for my phlebotomy class, I saw something truly marvelous: a small plane was coming in to land at the Eugene airport, dropping down through low-hanging clouds into almost-clear air. Its twin headlamps lit up the fog in front of them, sending out long beams that were visible from the ground.

I have seen planes of all sizes coming in to land, but never one that looked quite so much like a phantom automobile.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Driver, change your ways, or...."\\

My Father Is Not The Man He Used to Be

2009-11-10T23:00:00.000-08:00

But then, who is?

There was a time when, if I heard that my father no longer enjoyed reading science fiction, that he now found bizarre images and concepts disturbing, I would have said that this man simply couldn't be my father. But I have learned to be more tolerant of the idea that people do change, and not always for the worse. Or anyway, not entirely for the worse.

The other day, I sat with him while Mom was out with her sister, and he stared out the window at the clouds. I had noticed him commenting on clouds quite often lately, but hadn't really paid it much attention. But as I listened to his continued and attentive description of the clouds as they rolled by, I understood that he had an appreciation for the patterns they formed and re-formed which most people never have the patience to develop.

It reminded me, in fact, of a scene I had read in a story years ago, in which a man sees what the reader is clearly meant to recognize as the Beatific Vision, although the culture he comes from doesn't have that concept. The man was entranced by the ever-changing image (which, again, the reader will understand better than the character, because his culture also doesn't have the technology to create false-color images of the photosphere of the Sun), but eventually becomes just a tiny bit bored. It is a tribute to the writer's skill that it is clear that the fault lies with the viewer and not with the vision -- if his mind were better prepared, it is implied, he would be content to gaze upon that ever-changing sight eternally.

So, in spite of the pain and tragedy of my father's decline, and in spite of the inconvenience and heartache that the entire family is feeling, there are some bright spots, good experiences that he could not have had otherwise. No, it doesn't make up for what he has lost, not even close. But he is as he is, and things are as they are, and the wise thing to do is to take things as we find them and appreciate the good things when we see them.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Once a man was being chased through a forest by a tiger, and scrambled up a sheer cliff to try to escape. As he reached the top, he saw above him a second tiger. He looked at the tiger above him, and the tiger below him, and then he felt the root he was clinging to begin to give way. Then he looked to his right and saw, clinging to the cliff, a strawberry bush, with a single ripe strawberry growing on it. He reached out and picked the berry and ate it, and said, 'Oh. That's delicious'."\\

Nora Ree Gror?

2009-11-07T12:52:00.000-08:00

When my father and his siblings were little, they invented their own language, or anyway their own vocabulary (the grammar was, AIUI, German, as were any words they needed to complete a sentence which they hadn't made up), as well as a history for the country where it was spoken, the prehistoric civilization of Gror, which perished in a terrible war with the Rontrunes.

Anyway, the other day I saw an e-mail from my aunt Anne, and figured it was high time that Grorian had its presence online, no matter how small it might be.

Arseela: Fascist
Baen: No
Banya: To hate
Geen: to engage in reproductive activity
Gern Vasha: to like (Grordeutsch corruption)
Glind: Genius
Gnool: Mother
Grorian: An extinct civilzation
Ir: Yes
Lehr: Red
Na: Me
Naesor: to be
Ngosee: George Burt
Niklava: New
Nora: to like or desire
Nosan: to kill
Nosan ree: Go kill yourself
Ree: You
Ree naesor slorn: You are an idiot
Reesan: Communist
Rezh: Father
Rontrune: Cornishman
Sheel: Mother
Shula: Light
Slorn: Idiot
Vasha: to have

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Nora ree geen?"\\

We Aren't Going to OryCon

2009-11-06T15:56:00.000-08:00

Kathe and I went to last year's OryCon, but various circumstances have led us to decide not to go.

Sometime before the end of the year, we expect to visit Portland, though, and see some people, and like that.

Just no OryCon. Oh, well.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Do what you can and leave the rest."\\

I Don't Blog About Work

2009-11-05T14:00:00.000-08:00

I have worked as a massage therapist since 1985, with more or less success. To supplement my income, I have also worked as a nurse's aide, and I am currently training as a phlebotomist.

The most hours of work I do, and the most money I earn, are both under the auspices of Home Care and Elder Services, giving in-home care to the elderly and the incapacitated. I really appreciate the honesty and consideration I have received over the years from Kathy, Deborah, Anna and now Tia.

There are often times I would like to make a post about an interaction I've had with one of the office staff, or one of my fellow caregivers, or a client. These are all things that really would not be embarrassing or invade anyone's privacy or betray any secrets. But if I started doing that, sooner or later I would inadvertantly post something I shouldn't. And even if I never did, the staff or the clients who knew I was blogging would wonder if I might.

So I just don't blog about work, or anyhow not in that way.

But it's not because I am ashamed of my work, or find it boring, and not because I don't appreciate the people I work with. Quite the contrary, I am trying to spare them worry and possible embarrassment.

And anyway, work is hardly the only aspect of my life that I don't write about here.

//The Magic Eight-Ball sasy, "Walk with caution."\\

Last Friday

2009-11-04T23:10:00.000-08:00

Kathe and I went to the Old World Center to see the annual Halloween performance by the Corvallis Belly Dance Performance Guild. As usual, the dancers were skillful and (mostly) well-practiced, and as in previous years, their Halloween-themed costumes and routines were impressive and/or amusing.
I ran into someone I wasn't expecting to see, didn't know she was a belly dancer. It was a bit odd to see her in such a different setting, and very differently dressed. But that's Corvallis for you.
Anyway, we had a good time. We don't have enough of those lately.
Maybe we'll go to more of their Wednesday night performances, the way we used to.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "You will have a good time."\\

Remember the Dead

2009-10-31T12:01:00.000-07:00

[Recycled from 09:54, 31 October 2004, and from 31 October 2005, and 2006]

This evening, we will be giving out what we usually give on Halloween: a plastic bag containing a comic book, a small toy, a piece or two of candy, and this card:

Remember the Dead

This is the night when the ancestors return to receive the hospitality of the living.

If we show them proper courtesy, with gifts and food, we will have their blessing through the coming year. As long as we honor the dead, they remain with us. Of coruse, if we fail to welcome them with proper courtesy, things may not go so well . . . especially tonight.

It is all too easy to ignore death and pretend it doesn't happen. But hiding from our fear will only make it greater. Better to choose a time to face our mortality -- and defy it.

So to memorialize the departed, and to confront our own fear of death, throw wide your doors tonight, and heed well the words of the evening's honored visitors:

"Trick or Treat!"

//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Have a mini-Snickers, Grandpa."\\

War of the Worlds

2009-10-30T12:01:00.000-07:00

[Recycled from 11:57, 30 October 2004, and from 30 October 2005]

Not nearly enough people saw the excellent film The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai: Across the 8th Dimension, but those who did were treated to Buck's stunned realization that all of the members of the conspiracy he had uncovered had registered for Social Security cards in Grover's Mill, New Jersey, on November 1st, 1938 -- the day after the supposed "Martian invasion" hoax!

I sat there in the theater, thinking, "That's not right -- although Orson Welles' War of the Worlds broadcast was intended as a Halloween fright, it actually went out on October 30th, the regularly scheduled night for the Mercury Radio Theater show. But since that was a Saturday show, November 1st would have been the next business day, so he's right after all."

My next thought was, "Good grief, I know all that stuff!"

What can I say? I'm very fond of the story, both the novel and the radio show. One of my great pleasures over the years has been tuning in repeats of the original broacast every Halloween. Alas, radio stations are now a bit reluctant to put voices on the air decribing the devastation of New York -- one more thing to tax Osama bin Laden with -- but the tapes are still there, and so is the book (the 1953 film and the 1987 TV series I never cared for all that much).

[Update, 2005: Twisting the dial on Halloween this year, I brought in part of a CBC broadcast of the Martian invasion of Ontario -- what fun! I also didn't think much of the 2004 Spielberg film, I'm afraid.]

//The Magic 8-Ball says, "Across the gulfs of space, intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic regarded our Earth with envious eyes and slowly, surely, drew their plans against us . . . ."\\

George and Dorothy's 50th Anniversary

2009-10-17T19:49:00.000-07:00

This is a photograph of my parents, George and Dorothy Burt, on their wedding day, October 21st, 1959. When they observed their 50th wedding anniversary today, Kathe and I brought a print of this photo, with a story written by Kathe superimposed over it. That story is below.

The Love that Never Gave Up

There was a boy whose Father was very Old, and as he grew older himself, he resolved that he would never be an Old Father, because it wasn't much fun for the son, and it couldn't have been much fun for the father either.

So as he grew up, he made plans. First, he must make a place for himself in the World. He must find good and rewarding Work, and then he could marry and start a Family. So he went to College, where he expected to learn many things and find something he would like to do for his Work

He found it very difficult, and he had to leave the College. He next tried the Air Force, but it didn't agree with him, or he with it, so he returned to College. It was hard, but he Didn't Give Up. He tried, and again he tried, and he got his Degree. About this time, he decided that he was well-enough along the way to his Work that he could marry, and start to be a Young Father.

But that did not work out well. He and his wife soon parted. But he Did Not Give Up on marriage either. He met another young woman, one who was well-familiar with Not Giving Up. Her parents had been refugees, people without a home. They were so poor that the famous Church Mice were richer than they (at least the Church Mice had a roof over their heads). But they Did Not Give Up, and gradually they became successful, and they raised a large family of boys and girls who Never Gave Up.

Although the man and his new wife started a Family very soon, the man found that to do his Work, he needed more Degrees. So he returned to College again. Again he found it hard. And now it was very hard, for he and his wife had several small boys to take care of, as well as the studying that was necessary to obtain the Degrees. But the man and his wife Did Not Give Up.

In the fullness of time, the man gained his Degrees, and found his Work, and he and his wife raised three happy, healthy boys, and later they had many Adventures.

And when the man was Very Old, and his wife was almost as Old, they looked back at their life together, and saw that it had been very good, and that they had children who were happy in their Work, and grandchildren who were happy and healthy.

And it was all because of the Love that Never Gave Up.

But why do you say that it was the Love, that Never Gave Up?

What was it, my children, but the Love? The Love this man had for his children long before they were born, that he was determined that they should have a better life than he, and that they should have what he had always wanted, a Young Father. That Love Never Gave Up, and it accomplished a Fine Thing Indeed.

All of us will pass from this earth, and our places will be taken by others, but what better thing can people say of us, when we are gone, than that our lives were driven by Love?

[I couldn't simply post the image itself because it is a .pdf, which Blogger won't support]

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Go ahead, make me scrye."\\

Phlebotomy Resources

2009-10-13T19:07:00.001-07:00

These are sites that might be of use to phlebotomy students, placed here for the convenience of my classmates.

Miscellaneous Resources

http://library.med.utah.edu/WebPath/TUTORIAL/PHLEB/PHLEB.html

http://www.accd.edu/sac/nursing/r2201/pedsg/heelsticks.htm

http://www.austincc.edu/mlt/phb/phb_links.html

http://www.plcofdenver.com/html/general.html

http://www.phlebotomypages.com/phlebotomy_resources.htm

http://www.ehow.com/way_5207554_phlebotomy-tutorial.html

Educational Videos

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yS2iOF7AGo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRqxy_2g0NQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ecu2ZewPoNM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJHGzQXerSc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ERu0vjDEVDw

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Look and see for yourself."\\

A Gathering of Willamette Valley Poets

2009-10-04T11:28:00.000-07:00

Kathe and I attended an event called "A Gathering of Willamette Valley Poets", part of Oregon Poetry Month, at the invitation of our friend Lana, whom we met by shopping at the bead store where she works.

At the event, we heard Lana join a group in a charming humorous recitation, and heard some other friends of longer standing read their works, as well as a number of people we didn't know.

It was fun. I wish more people had been there. I wish Kathe and I did things like that more often. Well, if we cultivate the habit, liekly we will.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Practice what you want more of."\\

Going To Phlebotomy School

2009-10-02T22:53:00.001-07:00

Well, as Moses said when he stood before the Red Sea and raised his hands, I sure hope this works.

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "May Hermes guide your hand."\\

Flag This Entry

2009-08-26T11:41:00.000-07:00

The other day, Kathe and I were out delivering papers (that is, Kathe was delivering legal papers, and I was riding along), and we passed a lot full of waving flags.

Now, as it happens, I have long had a special fondness for the so-called Fort Moultrie flag:

"So-called" because the current consensus of opinion is that what actually flew over Fort Moultrie during the American Revolution was something more like this:

The display was flying the latter, but when we stopped and I asked about the former, the owner confirmed that he had that one, too.

So today we are flying the Fort Moultrie flag on our porch, where it will join the rotation with the Stars and Stripes and the U.S. Peace flag:

Next on our list, when we can afford it, is the Earth-from-space flag:

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Remember that the symbol is not the object."\\

No Self-Serve In Oregon

2009-08-25T10:18:00.000-07:00

Thanks to which, we don't have to put up with things like this:

//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Count your blessings."\\

Opening Night of Twelfth Night

2009-08-04T23:59:00.000-07:00

Kathe and I went up to the OSU campus to see Bard in the Quad's first performance of Twelfth Night.

We both enjoyed it, in spite of Kathe's feeling poorly.

//The Magic Eight Ball says, "You could do worse on a Summer night."\\