Crankypantsing

In Like a Lion

Journal 3 March 2006

So, what do you do when you come home and you can’t get online because the phone isn’t working? Then, the electricity goes out? You blog old school.

Yesterday was all kinds of eventful. It rained and rained and rained all day (more than 5″, according to Jack next door). While walking to my car after work, it was pouring so hard that I got soaked to the skin. Yuck. One of my coworkers, who lives near me, had gotten a call from her husband, telling her that Hwy 46 was closed west of my turn-off, due to flooding. There were also several bad wrecks. (One was by the Belgian horse farm, for those playing along at home. That’s a treacherous section of road that floods frequently.)

I opted to take the back way, by turning off at Sale St. in Ellettsville. That way, I’d avoid Ratliff, which was completely under water. Most of the rest of the back roads are up high, more or less following ridgelines, so they were in pretty good shape. I had to go through a few spots of standing water (the worst was in front of the Ellettsville grade school and on Hardscrabble Rd, right before Hwy 43), but nothing bad until I got to Spencer itself. Hoo-boy! I’d guess that there was about a foot of water on Morgan St. (Hwy 46).

Once I got through town, the highway was fine until I got to Patricksburg Rd. Which was, indeed, closed. I could tell, from the highway, that there’d been flash flooding, but that most of the water had receded. There was just one section of the road that was under running water, but it was only a couple of inches deep, and not running very fast. I decided to risk it, and went around the barrier, to the mental accompaniment of Judas Priest’s Breakin’ the Law. There was debris everywhere, and it was slow going, but I didn’t have any trouble. Fish Creek was a little scary, because it was up to the bottom of the bridge, but it was passable. Whew!

I hate driving in any kind of rain, so I was relieved to be finished with that whole ordeal. I was looking forward to checking my email, then watching Survivor. My phone was out, though, so I couldn’t get online. Then, half-way through Survivor, the electricity went out. Hrmph. I stumbled around, looking for a working lighter, then lit a bunch of candles. I figured the electricity would come back on soon (it frequently flickers off when there are high winds, but comes back on quickly). An hour and several pages of writing later, the electricity was still off, so I gave up and went to bed.

What a craptacular day! Its only saving grace was that the peepers returned last night. The wind kept me awake most of the night, but whenever there was a lull, I could hear the peepers peep-peep-peeping their little hearts out. Spring is here, with a vengeance.

And, I do mean vengeance. I didn’t wake up to parts of my neighbor’s barn in my yard this time, but several pieces of sheet metal sheathing were ripped from his construction trailer, ending up against my fence. They made a wicked noise last night when they were hurtling about. He spent a good portion of the morning reattaching them and fixing the damage. Other than that, the only real damage here was to the driveway. I walked next door last night, to call SBC about my dead phone line, and the condition of the driveway was unbelievable. I’ll have to go take pictures of it later today, because it’s pretty spectacular.

Crankypantsing

Of Cats and Printers

I mentioned a while back that my cat had a knack for turning my printer on and off when she walks across it. Which she does about eleventy times each day. Every time she turns on the printer, it goes through a priming & self-cleaning routine, which uses up ink. Pandora managed to go through an entire set of ink cartridges all by her herself. I replaced the cartridges, and I’ve since taken to unplugging the printer when I’m not using it. Last night, I found that there is a flaw in that plan, as well. I hadn’t used the printer since I’d replaced the ink, which meant that the print heads needed several cleanings before they would print reasonably well. And, I do mean several. Guess what? They needed to be cleaned and primed so many times that the entire black cartridge was used up. I am not amused.

I’m thinking that, when I buy my next printer, I may need to invest in a laser jet instead of an ink jet. Laser printers and toner cartridges are pricey, but they’re more robust and can handle longer periods of inactivity without the toner drying up. And, the cost per sheet is actually lower for laser prints than for ink jet prints. And and, since most of my printing uses only black ink, I could get away with a monochrome laser printer, which would be comparable in price to my Epson.

Letters to Esther, Meta

Content Management Systems

I’m trying to figure out how to handle the Letters to Esther project, which has been dead in the water for several months. I just can’t get motivated to work on it, when I don’t know exactly where it’s headed. I’ve only transcribed a small fraction of the letters, but already it’s too unwieldy for a blog-type format. I knew that was only a temporary solution, but I was unprepared for how quickly it got out of hand. So, I’m trying to figure out what to do with it. What I want to do is transcribe each letter, then add it to a database, along with accompanying scans of the letter and envelope. Yes, I could do it in HTML, but it would be god-awfully tedious to code that many pages (I haven’t counted them, but there are several hundred letters). Plus, I’d like it to be easily searchable and sortable, which is beyond my coding abilities. So, third party software seems like the best bet.

My web host provides a slew of free content management systems (Drupal, Mambo, Joomla, PHP-Nuke, etc.), but are any of them suitable? I need to sit down and do some research, I guess, but I’m really not looking forward to it. I suppose I could just install and test each of them one-by-one, then, if the program doesn’t meet my needs, delete the directory when I’m finished playing around. That, too, sounds like a lot of work.

Blah. I have a sneaking suspicion that any of them will work, and that they’re all pretty likely to be similar in functionality. From the descriptions on their websites, I sure as heck can’t tell why any one of them would be more appropriate to my needs than the next.

Anyway, I guess my main point is that I haven’t forgotten about Letters to Esther. I just haven’t had the time or the motivation necessary to do anything with it lately. I’ve been thinking about it, though. Hopefully, that thinking will soon turn into something more concrete. Or, um, virtual.

Crankypantsing

Kill Me Now

As glad as I am to see early signs of Spring cropping up all over the damned place, I’m not at all amused by the accompanying allergens that are assaulting me. I’m sick to death of headaches, sneezing, coughing, blowing my nose, and the sluggishness that goes along with taking allergy meds. The cherry on the shit sundae was having to break out the antihistamine plus decongestant, which is guaranteed to make me tired and wired. Bastards! And it’s the 24-hour extended release kind, too[1], so I’m going to be tired, cranky, and twitchy until tomorrow. I just thought it was only fair to warn y’all. If I’m abnormally incoherent or snarky (I know, how can you tell?), it’s the drugs, man.

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[1] I know I should buy the non-uber-extended variety, but buying anything containing decongestant is a pain in the arse that I’m in no mood to subject myself to. Last time, I had to stand in line at the pharmacy window for 45 minutes just to get a frigging box of Claritin-D.

Crankypantsing

A Watched Pot…

We have an electric tea kettle thingumy in our kitchenette. It allegedly switches itself off when the water is heated, but there is a lack of consensus among those I polled as to whether or not it has ever actually done so. I don’t use the electric tea kettle thingumy, so I really don’t care about its workings. However, I do occasionally wish to use the microwave. And, this is where the electric tea kettle thingumy comes in. We are not supposed to use both the electric tea kettle thingumy and the microwave at the same time, lest we blow a circuit. If a circuit is blown, it can take fourteen forevers for a maintainence person to re-set it.

So… Every time I go to the kitchenette to heat up my lunch, the electric tea kettle thingumy is invariably whistling away, the water inside very clearly rumbling at a rolling boil. And, also invariably, there is someone standing over it, watching it shoot steam to kingdom come. Every time, I comment, “I think it’s done,” hoping they’ll shut it off so that I can heat up my food. Every time, the person replies with some variation of, “It’ll shut off when it’s done, so its not done yet.” Argh! Now, I may have sucked at math, and I may not have done very well in physics, but I do recall that once water reaches the boiling point, it will not get any hotter, no matter how long you let it cook. You can boil the freaking electric tea kettle thingumy dry, and it will never, ever get any hotter than 212F. How much doner do they want their boiling water to be?

Ladybusiness, News & Politics

Instant Review: Iron Jawed Angels

The author of one of the blogs I regularly read–I can’t remember which one–recently mentioned watching Iron Jawed Angels. I immediately put it at the top of my Netflix queue and watched it last night.

First, Hilary Swank is amazing. I don’t know why that always surprises me, because she’s consistently good. Maybe it’s that I can’t get over that she was on Beverly Hills 90210? In any event, her portrayal of Alice Paul was most excellent.

Alice Paul
Alice Paul, 1919
Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division
http://www.loc.gov/pictures/item/hec2008008828/

I’m not going to give a synopsis of the movie or the historical events it’s based on. Better ones are available on-line. A couple of things leapt out at me, though, because of things that are happening in the world right now.

First, the illegalization of abortion in South Dakota (the governor signed the bill into law yesterday, and it will go into effect on July 1). Eighty-five years after women won the right to vote, we’re still being treated like chattel. You can watch or listen[1] to a clip of SD Senator Napoli, a creepy man who spends way too much time fantasizing about virgins, rape, sodomy, and shot-gun weddings, wax poetically about the good ol’ days when women knew their places.

BILL NAPOLI: A real-life description to me would be a rape victim, brutally raped, savaged. The girl was a virgin. She was religious. She planned on saving her virginity until she was married. She was brutalized and raped, sodomized as bad as you can possibly make it, and is impregnated. I mean, that girl could be so messed up, physically and psychologically, that carrying that child could very well threaten her life.

If you are a woman and you live in South Dakota and you are raped and you become pregnant, you’d better be a god fearing virgin. You must also prove that you had a particularly brutal rape, as explicitly defined by Napoli (that’s right, you don’t get to decide whether or not your particular rape was brutal). Otherwise, you’ll be forced to carry the baby to term. Worse, Sen. Napoli also wants to force you to marry your attacker.

BILL NAPOLI: When I was growing up here in the wild west, if a young man got a girl pregnant out of wedlock, they got married, and the whole darned neighborhood was involved in that wedding. I mean, you just didn’t allow that sort of thing to happen, you know? I mean, they wanted that child to be brought up in a home with two parents, you know, that whole story. And so I happen to believe that can happen again.

And that’s just rape victims. Those brazen hussies who have the temerity to have unsanctioned sex (you know, the kind that occurs out of wedlock), and who become pregnant, will have no option but to go out of state for an abortion or to carry the pregnancy to term. If folks like Sen. Napoli get their way, those women might also be forced to marry the men they had sex with, whether or not that’s in their long-range plans or even in their best interests.

What it boils down to is control. Women should be virginal and angelic. If they are not, they should be punished. Otherwise, why on earth would the chastity of the victim or the brutality of the rape be a consideration in whether or not a resultant pregnancy can be aborted? If women’s wants and needs were of importance, wouldn’t the law treat all pregnancies that result from coerced sex equally? Not that I believe there ought to be any moral strictures on whether or not a pregnancy can be aborted. If women were truly autonomous, and not just incubators, then we’d be trusted to make those decisions for ourselves. It’s not like you can walk up to someone on the street and demand their blood, kidney, or bone marrow. And those things would potentially save a human being that is here, now. Why should we value a bundle of cells more highly than we do adult lives?

Second, hunger strikes. This is also a control issue. Hunger strikes are a last resort for those who have no voice. The thought that even that would be taken away, in an effort to halt criticism of the way the US is dealing with prisoners (sorry, “enemy combattants”), is gut-wrenching. Even though force feeding is physically and mentally tortuous, hunger strikers at Guantanamo are routinely force fed. The only means of protest those prisoners have is being taken away from them by the US government, in an effort to control them. Onna count of we don’t want our public image damaged. Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it’s a little late for that. The time for protecting the country’s public image was back before it started rounding up everyone and his brother for looking, or being accused of looking, suspicious.

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[1] The relevant portion is about 2/3 into the stream, but don’t watch/listen unless you’ve got a strong stomach, because the way he gets off on describing his ideal of the perfect brutal rape is just plain squicky.

Art, Paintings

Vessel (In Progress 4)

This one is nearly finished. I added braided tissue paper “vines,” then colored them with oil pastel. Unfortunately, I tried to photograph it outdoors, where it’s approximately 900F, so the pastel melted into a mirror-like finish. I’ll have to buff it a bit with paper towel to re-matte the finish. That’ll be the final step. In the meantime, there is a bit of glare.

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oil, oil pastel, and oil pencil on newspaper adhered to 90lb Stonehenge paper, with braided dress patterns and tissue paper
11 1/4 x 15 inches

Crankypantsing, News & Politics

Better Late than Never

It can be difficult to be liberally minded in a red state. The good news is that Hoosiers finally seem to be coming to their senses. According to the article from the Indy Star:

Only 37 percent of those surveyed last week think Bush is doing a good job as president, while 56 percent disapprove.

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The president’s approval rating equals the 37 percent approval rating Hoosiers gave President Bill Clinton, a Democrat, back in August 1994. And the rating mirrors the national view of the president. A recent CNN/USA Today/Gallup Poll showed the president’s approval rating nationwide at 38 percent.

I do feel a small bit of pity for some of those who supported him. They got sold a pig in a poke. For those who continue to support him, it must be hard work trying make themselves believe in The Man Behind the Curtain.