Friday, April 27, 2007

More feathered friends

Photo Sharing at PhotobucketIn other news, the backyard birdwatching continues. I got a couple shots of what I have tentatively identified as a red-shouldered hawk last week. The flight photo isn't good, but there is enough information to lead me to believe my ID is correct. If anyone can tell me for sure what this hawk is, please do. He was a good sized bird, not as big as a red-tail, but big enough.

Our Canada geese pair returned yesterday morning. This pair has been doing their courtship thang here in the yard for several years now. Once they mate and are ready to sit on eggs, they'll mosey off to a nesting location and we'll lose track of them until next Spring.

The brown-headed cowbirds are also here, as of a week ago. No photos yet, but I'm working on it.

There has been a single wild turkey coming through the yard about once a week. Last year we had somewhere between 16-24 of them coming through together, but so far this year, I've only seen this one bird. Weird.

What I think was a Cooper's Hawk was out back this morning, flying from low tree branches to the ground and back to the branches. It was too big to be a Sharp-shinned Hawk, but not big enough to threaten the chickens. A certain Wasabi Pea will be happy about that.

PopPop says two pair (maybe more) of the bluebirds are nesting in their boxes. Baby bluebirds in a few weeks!

That leaves us waiting for the hummingbirds and the Baltimore Orioles.

R.I.P.

Jack Valenti, confidant of President Lyndon B. Johnson, and the force who lead the Motion Picture Association of America to a voluntary film-rating system that gave new meaning to letters like G, R and X, died yesterday at age 85 at his home in Washington. While some believe the ratings system stemmed from a paternalistic moralism, I believe Valenti was more interested in free expression and keeping the government out of making moralistic judgements for moviegoers.

Cellist and conductor Mstislav Rostropovich has also died. From the NY Times:
Mstislav Rostropovich, a cellist and conductor who was renowned not only as one of the great instrumentalists of the 20th century, but also as an outspoken champion of artistic freedom in Russia during the final decades of the Cold War, died in Moscow today. He was 80 and lived in Paris, with homes in Moscow, St. Petersburg, London and Lausanne, Switzerland. [...] As a cellist, Mr. Rostropovich played a vast repertory that included works written for him by some of the greatest composers of the 20th century. Among them were Shostakovich Cello Concertos, Prokofiev’s Cello Concerto, Cello Sonata and Symphony-Concerto, Britten’s Sonata, Cello Symphony and three Suites. He also played the premieres of solo works by Walton, Auric, Kabalevsky and Misaskovsky, and concertos by Lutoslawski, Panufnik, Messiaen, Schnittke, Henri Dutilleux, Arvo Pärt, Krzysztof Penderecki, Lukas Foss and Giya Kancheli...
I am listening to the live recording of Shostakovich's 11th Symphony by Mstislav Rostropovich and the London Symphony Orchestra. It's big and wild and a good listen.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Not-Praying Mantis


Photo by Lawraa.

If this isn't the most awesome photo of a praying mantis, I don't know what is. I can't decide whether this mantis is doing a "hooray" cheer or is channeling Trinity from The Matrix. Very cool photo.

I found the link to this image on Boing Boing. It's sort of a blog, maintained by several people, some of whom you may know (Cory Doctorow, Xeni Jardin). They link to all kinds of interesting news. Check them out. I've added the site to our links list.


Monday, April 23, 2007

Queenee's Vegas Vacation

Queenee's Vegas Vacation - Photo Sharing at Photobucket

Hey, it's Margaritaville in Vegas! Queenee managed to take a handful of snaps with a disposable camera during the week she was in Las Vegas. Here are a few of her photos. Click on one of them and you'll see the rest. Maybe we'll even get her to comment ...



Queenee at Hoover Dam - Photo Sharing at Photobucket   on the way to Hoover Dam - Photo Sharing at Photobucket

FluffyDuf's birthday

Hey FluffyDuf, Happy Birthday (yesterday - sorry), hope you had fun! You are in good company, Red Sox manager Terry Francona celebrated his birthday on Sunday as well, his 48th. I'm pretty sure he had fun!

Friday, April 20, 2007

Middle-aged woman

DamCat sent me this song, and it's just brilliant. Lisa Koch has summed up what it is to be middle-aged and female, and with all the ups and downs that brings, it's good to have a chuckle about the leaking and sweating and various other changes. As if going through puberty wasn't enough, we get smacked upside the head/body with menopause.

Give it a listen and read the lyrics here. Thank you Lisa, you go girl!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Pet Food Recalls

I just returned from the recall site making sure I was still on track. Thanks wabbit for the link. I've had no problems. My cats only eat DeliCat dry food, and are stuck on it ... does it contain MSG? They won't eat any other brand. I'm just happy it isn't poisoning them. It is a rare treat for them to get a can. Cans are saved for stressful situations only (riding an iguana into the canal, caught in the neighbors at 2am stealing wet dog food by the PitBull and racing out the cat door knocking over the owners precious relic from a grandparent, scuffles with land crabs, etc., etc.). In fact, going through storm provisions I found a can of 9 Lives, seafood platter. Date is fine and both Deli Cat and 9 Lives are in the clear with no recalls ever.

Brownie is getting older and couldn't care less what he eats. Being almost completely blind has kept him from attempting wild raccoon acts throughout the neighborhood this past year. Yes, I admit it was him in the past. And hey, he's no longer referred to as speed bump - like a pigeon at McDonalds laying around the road looking for handouts. He's retired to the porch and yard, letting the birds test his food now.

Back to the food issue. I've tried all the brands for "older" dogs, vitamin dog, skincare food. The best groomer in the keys advises feed only food you would eat. Any and all bones, rice, ice-cream, raw carrots. Cookies as a treat ... if you eat it, then feed them it too. She charges big money to board your dog and get him back looking like a champion! So, okay I tried it. Skid marks on my trashed rugs are a testament to that not working for Brownie. I'm now on older-dog healthy bone and teeth with good stuff for eyes... geez it's tricky. And not on the list.

Hope all the pets are fine!

No sense of humor

Ok, I was wrong, I have no sense of humor about some things. Beating up old people, torturing animals, lying, rapist action figure dolls ... no, I'm not making it up. Maybe it's meant to be a joke and a weak-assed attempt to promote Grindhouse, but it looks like Quentin Tarantino thinks what women really want is to be raped by someone who looks like him. Funny. Oh, I can hear it now, it's just for adults, it's the same as a GI Joe (huh?). Someone please tell me what kind of adult would buy this doll? Didn't Quentin think the chick with the machine-gun leg would sell as an action figure? btw, it's on sale...

The Supremes

The Supreme Court has decided that outlawing so-called partial birth abortions is a good thing. Justice Kennedy reasoned that banning the procedure was good for women, because it would protect them from a procedure they might not fully understand in advance and would probably come to regret. Thank god (and that would be the Catholic god of the five male justices who voted for this law) that we weak-minded and flaky women have big strong men to make the important decisions for us. Let's finally legislate a woman's place under the Constitution as being one with no ability or right to think for herself.

The POTUS declared victory: "The Supreme Court’s decision is an affirmation of the progress we have made over the past six years in protecting human dignity and upholding the sanctity of life. We will continue to work for the day when every child is welcomed in life and protected in law." Of course, he left out a lot. "...protecting human dignity and upholding the sanctity of life..." would be the life of a fetus, but not the life of a fully formed woman. And no doubt he forgot the word HEALTHY, he means every HEALTHY child. Well, no matter, if someone has an unhealthy child, that's god's will, right? But if it's born four months early, the doctors will be required to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars making heroic efforts to circumvent god's will that the child die. I don't get it. But that's ok, I'm one of those stupid women the Supreme conservatives are going to protect from myself now, and I no longer have to worry my little head about such things.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Get Ready for Friday Night Baseba!!

Polly and a short Red Sox fan We have our gear (hats [YH- a favorite], shirts, shoes, sox, boxers, coolie cups, earrings, watches and shotglasses) in order. Now, let the games begin!! Tonight I'll catch some of the Yank-it's play, since it's televised, and catch up on their stats. Don't go calling me loser-friendly, I have no love for those pinstripes!!

Red Sox Nation is strong in Florida. Here is an old photo of Miss P and another little fan.

VA Tech

It's been a couple days since the very sad events at VA Tech. So many questions have been raised, not least of which is, since a lot of people recognized that Cho Seung-Hui had some serious emotional issues, why didn't he get the help he obviously needed? What went wrong? Are we so afraid of Big Brother that the people who desperately need help fall through the cracks of privacy rights or civil liberty claims? Or was he one of those people who wouldn't have gone to therapy and didn't want help? And as horrific as this was, can we even imagine if this was a daily occurence, like it is in Iraq or Sudan or many other countries?

Why didn't the Virginia Tech admins cancel classes and find some way to warn their students after the 7am shooting that killed two students? Not by cellphone/text-message/email - I'm wondering what happened to old-fashioned air raid sirens? I know we had them at UMass Amherst, and that was back in the mid 1970's. I saw them everywhere when Queenee and I were in San Francisco. I heard on NPR that VA Tech had a system similar to UMass' installed just weeks ago. Why didn't they use it? Why? Because authorities believed that the shooting at the dorm was a domestic dispute where the boyfriend shot his girlfriend and the poor hapless friend who came to her defense. When are we going to start taking domestic violence seriously? How many people have to be beaten or killed before we stop saying it's just a domestic dispute? Is thirty-three enough?

And today I read that the Scientologists are going to do their part to recruithelp the grieving families and students overcome their sorrow. Geez.

There is still so little to say except, what a waste. In reading about the students and faculty who were killed, one can't help but be impressed by the many hard working and decent, caring young people are out there, their diversity, and how many dedicated educators are devoting themselves to bringing out the best in their students. What an incredible waste.

Monday, April 16, 2007

Killing Us Softly 3

In the wake of the Don Imus firing, I found this video about the images of women in advertising. It isn't short, but I hope it is an eye-opening 35 minutes for those who have never really thought about these issues, or taken them seriously.

I remember the Swedish Bikini Team from the 1980's and I was one of only a few women I knew who found that "buy a beer, get a broad" advertising highly insulting. And what did the men tell me? To get a sense of humor. As I've already said, it wasn't funny then, and it still isn't funny, and for men to say women should just lighten up shows how little respect we really get. No need to tell me things are changing, there are still damn few ads that objectify men the way they do women. Anyway, the video pretty much lays it out. This is the third one Jean Kilbourne has done, and it's sad to see how little progress has been made.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Curt Schilling

Curt Schilling has a blog!I have just discovered Curt Schilling's blog and it's a great read. I remember reading his posts in the Sons of Sam Horn forums back when he first came to Boston. It is a treat to be able to get the point of view from someone active in the game. If you are a member of Red Sox Nation, or just a baseball fan in general, give Schilling's blog a look.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Dancing with a star

Joey Fatone, eat your heart out! Thanks for sending me this, KeyDear!



Buh-bye, Don Imus

Not being a fan of Don Imus, I can't say I'll miss his show, though the bald guy who did the impressions was very funny. I will say I've been both amused and disappointed at the publicity this incident has received, and especially at the number of intelligent people who have completely missed the point.

"Nappy-headed hos" is both racist and sexist, no matter what Imus says. But it is something more, and in my opinion, something worse. It's a bullying tactic, it's meant to be demeaning and oppressive. Imus has been claiming all week that he's a "nice guy". If he's is such a nice guy, how can he justify this kind of remark? He doesn't walk his talk. He spent half of each show patting himself on the back for his charity work, he never shut up about how much he did and what a great guy he was, and then claiming he wasn't trying to brag about himself. Of course he was. If he was such a nice guy, why does he need to remind everyone of that all the time? If he was really a nice guy, it would be self-evident.

He's tried claiming Snoop Dogg and others say much worse in their music. Excuse me, Imus, but didn't your mother ever ask you if Johnny jumped off a bridge, would you? YOU said it, YOU own it. Be a man and stop trying to shift the blame and focus to anyone else. He obviously has no idea whatsoever how his commentary stings and perpetuates the idea that it's ok to talk about women that way. I am so fed up of middle-aged white men telling me I don't have a sense of humor. Here's a clue for you assholes - walk a few miles in my shoes, grow up in a culture that only values women for their faces and their orifices, know that you could have the crap kicked out of you for speaking up just because someone else is physically bigger than you, learn that you aren't safe in parking lots or walking down the street, have a few kids and end up living in a shelter because the "man" has decided not to step up - go do some of that, then tell me how I don't have a sense of humor. Some men get it. Most do not. Imus is in the do not group. I don't understand why this culture of violence against those weaker than ourselves has become acceptable, but Imus has sure done his part to keep things status quo. If it isn't women, it's Jews or gays or fat people. Easy targets for cowards.

As for the free speech issue, it again misses the point. Does Imus have the right to say what he said? Sure he does. Does he have the right to say it on the public airwaves that my tax dollars support? Maybe. But does he have the right to a job spewing his ignorance and thoughtlessness? Absolutely not. He gets to accept the consequences of his right to free speech and he should shut up about it already.

Another defense that has been made is that Imus insults everyone. Are you people completely stupid? You really don't see the difference between going after a women's college basketball team based purely on their looks, and going after Dick Cheney, Hillary Clinton, the NY Knicks, or Deidre Imus? Even going after the men's college basketball team wouldn't be the same, since 99% of the men playing on one of the final four teams have multi-million dollar careers ahead of them playing a game. It isn't the same for the women. What would Imus think, I wonder, if Rush Limbaugh lit into a diatribe about Imus' kids at the ranch? How would that sit? And Imus is NOT a shock jock, hasn't been for years. I don't see national leaders and politicians going on Howard Stern's show, and Imus prides himself on those guests. He wants to have it both ways, or more to the point, HIS way. Well, too bad. Pick a side and live with your choice.

Imus may or may not be a racist. He is most certainly a sexist, but he is above all else a bully. He had a platform where he was far more influential than he should have been. Too many people get their news from the opinions of people like Imus, or Limbaugh, or even the Daily Show, and never bother to really look at an issue and form an independent opinion. The women of the Rutgers basketball team did not have access to a public forum like Imus does. They have Al Sharpton to thank for that forum, and Sharpton has also missed the point. For him, this is strictly a racial issue, and he isn't one to talk on that score. And who is he to accept Imus' apology? I'm still waiting to hear him apologize for calling those Duke students rapists, though I don't think he will. He's another wealthy asshole who is very quick to blame and just as quick to excuse himself. There is a word for people like Sharpton - HYPOCRITE. While I'm getting on Sharpton, I really resent how he has made these young women out to be victims. That didn't have to be the case, and they have showed a great deal of class in how they've handled this situation, but they could have, and I think would have, done better without Sharpton's interference. At least Jesse Jackson stepped aside when he was reminded of his own racist epithets.

As for Snoop, he's claiming his songs are about women who use the black man to get his money. LOL! MOST black men don't have Snoop's kind of money to go after. He's an idiot who hasn't read the studies and done the math. And even if his claim was true, where are his songs about the men who use women for sex, spread disease, get them pregnant, then take a hike? Well? C'mon, Snoop, what about that? Gutless wonder. Even more disappointing is that so many young women in this country think that music is "kewl". It isn't, but they aren't smart enough to think about the larger picture, they're too busy impressing their friends with their supposed broadmindedness and inclusiveness. The truth is they are being used, but by the time they are old enough to know better, they will have done their part to perpetuate the second-class citizenship of women to the next generation. Thanks, girls. Most of you are ghetto wanna-be's with no understanding of what that life is really like. Go do some volunteer work in the ghetto. Move to South Central LA or Harlem or Roxbury and live that life for a while, and stop thinking you understand because you've watched a few movies or videos on MTV.

I'm happy to have known men with real class and honor. Anhaga is a prime example. Cori is another. But honestly, those men are few and far between, and I'm too old to put up with any more crap from selfish, thoughtless, Y-chromosome afflicted dickwads just because they are bigger than me. No more. It isn't funny anymore.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Stormy Night

We had a frightening 3am wake-up call today. Miami was forecasting severe weather, and nothing was said of Keys weather, per usual. Come summer we are prepared for windstorms, but April? We awoke to intense lightning, hard horizontal rain, and a tornado-like Northeast wind. Everyone was scurrying around the house. Wind gusts of unknown mph (over 50) took MANY tree limbs down, snapped a neighbors palm in half, knocked every bit of wooden outdoor furniture down and moved it over 15 feet... etc. etc.

We had to remove debris from the stairs and walkway that was waist deep. Miss P's bedroom window shutter was not locked into position, and the wind took it off one hinge and bent the other two, pulling it open and slamming it against the porch, which in turn knocked her pictures and trinkets off the wall, sending everything crashing to the floor, glass everywhere. We've made the trip to the dump, fixed her shutter, and are still amazed and saddened that all our new foliage that took over a year to grow was destroyed in a 15 minute episode. One guy on Big Pine was saying it was about 90 mph. Am I being optimistic in saying it was a good trimming for the gentle summer to come?

Monday, April 09, 2007

Happy Easter, my peeps!

Happy Easter, my peeps!

What a nice Easter we had. DamCat made dinner and hosted a good crowd. Dog and FluffyDuf were already there when Queenee, PopPop and I arrived. Shortly behind us was DamCat's father J-Sr., then brother J, C and baby J. What a good baby he is, so quiet and smiley. Finally Rene arrived and the gang was assembled for a ham feast. Everything was delicious.

Most of us have been sick lately. DamCat's father has had a couple close calls in the last several months, and it seems to have mellowed him some. I spent a long time talking with him about various things and really enjoyed the conversation. Now honestly, who would have guessed that would happen? I'm hoping I have him talked into cutting down on his smoking and maybe even starting a diary, just notes about things that he's done in his life. I've tried to get PopPop to do the same, to no avail. Perhaps J-Sr. will understand how much his effort will be appreciated years from now.

Turns out FluffyDuf got sick the same day as me. She said she didn't have the same high fever, but she was down and out just the same. Dog has managed to hold his own, like the Wasabi Peas, who have remained healthy throughout. Deacon says he's feeling better, finally. Queenee and PopPop are still coughing - that is a nasty cold that just keeps hanging on. I'm still coughing too, but it's a productive cough, and my lungs should clear out eventually. Meanwhile, they rattle on.

Deacon took some photos and we'll get them online asap. I hope everyone enjoyed their day as much as I enjoyed mine. Thanks so much to DamCat and family!

Darn, I just realized I left my peeps at DamCat's house!

Monday, April 02, 2007

Saga of sickness

Queenee came home from her Las Vegas vacation a week and a half ago with a bad cold. Nevermind that business about "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". She got some rest in bed those first three days she was home and felt marginally good enough to go to work on Monday. By the time she got home Monday afternoon, I knew I had her cold. I went to bed early, around 6:30pm, and that was the beginning of the end. When she came to check on me Tuesday afternoon, she says I was beet red. My temperature was 102. An hour later it was 104, and off to the emergency room we went. She called Dr. Zaidi and the nurse there said don't waste time bringing her into town, just get her to the nearest hospital right away. I must have looked frightful, beet red and wearing a white nightgown. They pretty much admitted me on the spot, got me onto a gurney, hooked up to IV fluids, massive doses of hydrocortisone and antibiotics, and put me in the trauma room where they could keep the temperature low. Everyone commented about how cold that room was, but they needed my temperature to come down asap. The steroids were to get my blood pressure up, which had dropped from my normal low of about 100/60 to 70/30. A couple chest x-rays were taken to confirm one doctor's thinking that what I had was pneumonia. Another doctor was talking about doing a spinal tap to check me for meningitis. Sheesh. I think one of the nurses talked her out of that, thankfully. They did nasal swabs and a throat culture to rule out other things. By 11:30pm I was stable enough to be moved upstairs to a room.

I must have gotten 10-12 bags of fluids during the two days I was in the hospital. I felt a little better on Wednesday, but when I asked the attending physician if I could go home on Thursday, she said no, probably Saturday, maybe Friday. I was still pretty red, and I definitely had pneumonia. By Thursday morning I was significantly improved, my color was close to normal, and I was up and walking around, dragging my IV pole behind me like a recalcitrant child. The doctor was impressed enough with my improvement to say I could leave after 3pm on Thursday. She would have preferred I stay another day, but I sleep better here and my constant coughing couldn't have been doing my poor roommate any good. Queenee picked me up at 3pm and brought me home. I've been resting and doing my breathing exercises and taking my meds ever since. This is the first morning I can say I actually feel a little better, though I do get lightheaded if I'm up too long and the coughing gives me headaches. I'm weaning myself off the high steroid doses slowly and should be back on normal meds by the middle of next week.

Meanwhile, Queenee's cold is hanging on and PopPop is the sickest person on the planet. He's coughing a lot at night and not getting much sleep. DamCat was sick last week when I was in the hospital and Deacon has been sick and had a fever since late last week. So far the Wasabi Peas are holding their own and staying healthy and with luck will stay that way. For the rest of us, it's just a matter of time and we'll all feel better.

Oh, if I ever turn beet red again, will someone please take my picture?