curiesagan2 Originally uploaded by verbalobe.
Sagan has been spending a lot of her time -- much more than usual -- sitting at one or the other of the two windows with a view of the front walk, gazing out.
Curie hangs with the boyz Originally uploaded by verbalobe.
Sitting on a hard, antiseptic floor, one hand gently against her warm chest, one wished for a miracle. One imagined her hopping up and dashing for the door -- "never mind! Let's leave this place!"
Let's leave this place together.
One threw thousands of dollars at the problem, the best in modern care, amazing, remarkable, committed professionals (more on them later) -- and yet one wondered which god had you not prayed to, in the right way?
One hadn't asked the Virgin's intercession, one hadn't wailed at the Wall, one hadn't tied a ribbon or lit incense at the shrine, one hadn't put on paint and smoked grass and danced howling in the firelight.
One hadn't snatched one's friend back from the brink.
We had been talking the other day about how Curie trusted us. We talked often about the evolution of dogs, the domestication of these scavengers. Dawkins has a lovely section on this in his latest book "The Greatest Show on Earth." About the dance of compromise as the wolfish originals learned tameness for survival, hitching their lives to that of their people.
Curie lay swaddled in Marsh's lap, my hand at her fluttering heart.
We were surrounded by love. The technician Karrie, Doctors Moore, Taylor, and Hickey, Tracy and Brian at reception, Emly in our thoughts and hearts at every step, Christina on IM, Gloria who produced this perfect girl and who had talked us and walked us through many other decisions and issues. Aaron. Greg.
On the phone, this time, Glo's advice had been, "Go to her. Ask her. Let her tell you what to do."
So one imagines a miracle, and prays in one's way, and asks.
Table Originally uploaded by verbalobe.
A plant-stand table, with built-in drainage and lighting for the lower shelf... an outing for the garden shop's last bedraggled herbs*, at half-off and just begging to be rescued... lovingly repotted and now enjoying the best natural light in the house...
It goes with where we are in this life of ours. An oasis of clarity, succor, good earth and flavorful food. Growth, and life, and knowing that every day is a step along a road, rather than an endpoint to be harshly scored as incomplete.
*Stevia, Marjoram, Greek Oregano, Lemon Verbena, Chives, Rosemary, Winter Savory -- and from seed: Chamomile and Borage.
From my previous entry, I had this ad served to me by Google:
titanic memorial cruise
I'm just not sure how good an idea that is.
From over at politijab:
"Meanwhile... Dave Weigel said this:
daveweigel @EdMorrissey The Nobel isn't a lifetime achievement. It's occasionally given to people just starting a peace process, ie Arafat.
daveweigel @EdMorrissey And yes, it's occasionally given in error. But it's not a "you've achieved so much" award, it's a "please do more" award."
turkeys Originally uploaded by verbalobe.
They really seem to have earned their reputation for, um, un-brightness.
Are we all turkeys, loping away alarmed from each imagined or real threat, never seeming to anticipate, unable to distinguish friend from foe?
I think this is simply brilliant:
Largest-Ever Hoard of Anglo-Saxon Treasures Found on UK Farmland
I had a WoW dream. In it, I was visiting a real-life theme park based on WoW. There were activities and attractions vaguely based on WoW themes. The park was still under construction. One long line of park-goers snaked around two buildings, waiting for the Sandworm Joust ride. As far as I know, WoW has neither sandworms (I am currently rereading the Dune series) nor jousting. (I guess a sandworm would be somewhere between a Crustbuster and a Jormungar. The ones in the park were more like giant holographic snakes.) As I walked by, there was a big ooh-aah and someone remarked that so-and-so's lance had split. "So-and-so" might have been my sister Lisken, or my daughter Alexis. Neither of whom play WoW; but I've been in touch with both of them recently.
I was impressed with how the park designers were sculpting and pruning real groves of trees to resemble the out-of-scale, cartoony trees in the game. Then I was flying, floating -- on a parachute? -- and as I landed, the dream ended. But not before remembering that I had dreamed of WoW theme parks for three consecutive nights, each dream a different park, and each one more advanced than the last. How cool! I thought. My brain concocted this whole thing, but developed the idea incrementally. Then I woke up, and couldn't decide whether I really had dreamed three incrementally more advanced theme parks on three consecutive nights -- or whether I had just dreamed that I had.
"See how living in recycled shipping crates is not as shabby as you might think."
- Organize financial papers
Stop by step-kids' family for Labor Day cheer (i.e., burgers and Doritos) ... mmm, everything was really good
Play 1 game of Scrabble withagainst my favorite opponent
Make chicken salad for lunch
- Look at Dus Shingitai badge art, that I have been procrastinating on
- Prep for work
Shower & shave
Read the text of Obama's speech to school students*
Put away groceries, empty dishwasher
Review draft of pre-trial memorandum
Read chapter of Dune Messiah
Klystron's fishing and cooking dailies on WoW
2-31-2 more miles
Make to-do list
It's trash night!
Some people -- Type A personalities, white supremacists, Republicans, the Alliance -- are just not happy unless they are "in charge." Even if they have no intention of doing anything with all that power.
So the people who really want to make a difference -- who see the need for progress, who notice and care about things like tilted playing fields -- have to scramble for a bit of that power from time to time.
And they would gladly keep the power, if they were allowed; but the others -- the ones for whom being in power is the end in itself -- will always have the last laugh. And progressives and liberals will always surrender, because power is NOT an important enough end in itself.
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I've seen the argument "emotion does not equal logic" used by climate-change deniers attempting to assert that the science behind anthropogenic climate change is invalid/irrelevant/flawed 'because' it is presented with emotion. If you see this, remember:
The argument "emotion does not equal logic" is an emotional argument, not a logical one.
"With Thady went Piedar Dooly and The O'LiamRoe who, like Maximilian's pelican, followed him everywhere except into the royal presence and who, in private, uproarious sessions in Gaelic, was evolving a brilliantly bigoted new philosophy to meet the occasion."That, from page 107 of Dunnett's Queen's Play, caromed off my thoughts today and prompted this post about a lost past and a mythical present.
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