I saw a picture of an ultrasound today.
Katie is expecting in November.
I am verklempt.
I saw a picture of an ultrasound today.
Katie is expecting in November.
I am verklempt.
I suppose I should wish a Happy Mother’s Day to all of us who bore the pangs of motherhood (or got drugs, or whatever). This year the media emphasis seems to be on the shadow mother – the narcissist, the abuser, the drunk, the enabler, the critic, the destroyer of hopes, the ‘where is the other 1 %’ when you brought home a nearly perfect score (my fOlks only did this to me once and I could tell they were joking, thank my native wit), the flirt (or outright lecher), the “fetch me my pills” mom, the wiped out by chronic illness mom, the woman who never complains about anything but dashes herself against maternal martyrdom and a husband or partner who grinds her into pieces, the mom with no boundaries, no common sense, no decency, no good moods, no good habits, who’s so full of superstition and fear and anger and bitterness and ill health and fear of germs and hypocrisy and materialism that she wrecks all the little lives she births, and every single one of those children must pupate and transform under someone else’s eye, or perforce on their own, with varying degrees of success.
True maternal love is efficient. It doesn’t snag on the flaws of the mother, but on the needs of the child.
Yeah, thinking about motherhood. Thinking about Kima. And Pat Murphy’s The Falling Woman.
1.8 hours on the ‘pap last night. My eyes are still refusing to completely unstick and open. No words yesterday. I am still in a very strange mood, not bleak but blank.
I am very happy with my new dental work now that it has settled in. Paul’s predicting that the ceramic crown won’t last too long, but I’m feeling positive.
The CT scan was so trivial I hardly wanted to mention it. I get results at the end of the month.
Tomorrow Paul and I and the kids (unless Paul stays down south because the flying is awesome) get together for an ‘after everything has gone on sale’ Mother’s Day. We’ll be potlucking at Planet Bachelor.
Keith complained to me last night. I won’t be specific. I will say “Oh my sweet summer child. The human heart is complicated no matter your affectional preferences!”
The crowning achievement of colonialism is how it has tapped into the human genome to recycle itself. The finely woven threads, the self-repairing structures of racism and sexism, fear of the other, the urge to destroy that which is experienced as diseased and loathsome, they all belong to colonialism, which I am now going to conflate with the human tendency to devalue other human beings based on feelings of disgust rather than facts. Now science brings us the truth behind the experience of conservatism, that it is based in physical disgust.
This disgust results in things as various as the relentless offering of young men to death in warfare, and old men fighting against young women guarding their fertility as they see fit in consequence. Generation after generation of old powerful men, in whatever culture and of whatever colour, offer young men into the maw of war and conquest, having dragged them from their parents’ arms and essentially from the mother’s womb. Kind people on the sidelines weep with loss as this happens generation after generation.
I have been struggling all my life with this fundamental flaw in human nature, the place where the sociability of human beings, which is quite remarkable, breaks down. Now I see it. It is in the rock-crusher of our capacity to feel deep, emotional, physical disgust that we are broken into pieces and fed into colonialism. It seems circular, and it is. There is a constant value, circulating in the human genome, of persons who feel disgust more readily, inbuilt and coiled in every cell. They will, being of a certain neurotype, congregate, and then they will amass resources and make of their disgust a common, noble reason to make war on anybody on the outside of the group.
Jesus God.
Herewith transcribed from the Beeb home site
Just remember you’re a tiny little person on a planet
In a universe expanding and immense
But life began evolving and resolving and dissolving
in the deep primordial oceans by the hydrothermal vents
Our earth which had its birth almost 5 billion years ago
from out of a collapsing cloud of gas
through life which is quite new and eventually led to you
in only 3.5 billion years or less
Deoxyribonucleic acid helps us replicate
and randomly mutate from day to day
we left the seas and climbed the trees
and our biology’s
continued to evolve through DNA
We’re 98.9 percent the same as chimpanzees
whose trees we left three million years ago
to wander swapping genes out of Africa which means
we’re related to everyone we know ( spoken: “o ‘ello luv!”)
Life is quite strange
Life is quite weird
Life is really quite odd
Life from a star is far more bizarre
than an old bearded bloke they call God
So gaze at the sky and start asking why
you’re even here on this ball
for though life is fraught, the odds are so short
You’re lucky to be here at all!
I am Allegra Sloman, and I subscribe to this management decision.
An extremely rare kitty photo for Jeff.
Glenn Close has her genome mapped.
Snails are gonna eat Florida. Here’s a pic of and article about the critter in question.
When is a species extinct? You’d think it’s a dopey question, but apparently it is not.
Aggressively massaging its books. Great expression for part of what preceded the collapse of Lehman. And since there’s been no meaningful regulatory reform, it could all happen again, how very cyclical.
Yes, that Nascar crash was no accident. To keep ratings high, the Nascar management is encouraging it. Hope nobody dies.
Yesterday I made spare ribs, and that, candidly is about it. I hope to have a marginally more productive day today.
I thought today was Pi Day, but apparently there’s some dispute about that.
Because if it was more than 6600 years ago, it’s all, “LA LA LA LA LA, I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”
The problem with writing science fiction is that you end up writing what will happen.
Pic is of a transgenic puppy who glows in the dark.
Things like this make me feel happy and optimistic.
Makes sense. Also explains why some people don’t ‘get it’.