Friday, March 30, 2012

Outrage


If you've been wanting something else to hate Facebook for, maybe this is it. Feminist blogger and friend, Tsipi Erann was blocked from accessing aspects of her account because an automated photograph sensor took umbrage at an image she posted.
Now mind you, this is a robot, checking images for whatever FB deems unseemly.
Erann explained the image: It was an expression of outrage--a thoughtful and measured expression of outrage--at the exclusionist behavior of the Israel Gay Pride committee.
Their white, male notion--to put together a parade based on Israel's independence was calculated to leave out the women, the transgendered and the non-Jewish Israelis.
What kind of togetherness could this possibly bring about?

Anyway, here's the link to Femina Invicta, where she posts the pic in question.

Frankly, I've seen more offensive stuff on FB and the scary thing is that it was an automated bot that did this, not someone reading the post or the words.

What if the bot just looks at Hebrew letters (or Arabic letters) and assumes there might be something fishy there?

What? So nu? Now I'm paranoid?

Monday, March 26, 2012

Morning Pages

If you have been writing or an artist and struggling with it, you may have come across Julia Cameron's fine book, The Artist's Way.  It's like a 12-week, 12-step program to help you unblock your creativity.
One of its main tools is the Morning Pages. essentially 3 pages of writing, first thing in the morning, stream of consciousness, just-keep-your-pen-moving-on-the-page sort of writing. I've used it in the past, but have felt guilty that at times I could not do the 3 effing pages.

Three whole pages.

And 8.5" by 11", too. Not some wimpy little journal with 8.5" by 7" or 5". uh uh. no way. Cameron, (so I've heard) says, "Little pages, little thoughts. Big pages, big thoughts!"

Or maybe I'm thinking of someone else, but I got scared to write on those big grown-up sheets of paper.

I could use wide-ruled.
I hate wide-ruled paper. So no. That was not an option.

Also, there are 2 things I have to do after I get up in the morning (that is, after I pee). One is attend to the cat: pour food out, get him some clean water and let him out. Or in. He's a cat, after all and I'm his servant the moment he hears me moving about in the morning.

The other thing I have to do is make coffee.  So that I can drink it and not throw things at the cat or any other beings that come my way.

And to top it all off, at least 3 mornings a week, I'm up before God in order to get to work. 4:15 AM is when the alarm goes off.

How in the world could I find time to write Morning Pages if I'm up so freaking early, attending to His Majesty and brewing coffee for myself?

The answer: time.  Instead of insisting on 3 pages, I insist on a time limit. By the time 5 AM rolls around, I have to pack my lunch, pee one more time and kiss my husband goodbye (while he's still asleep, no mean feat that). So I sit and write while the coffee brews, the cat nibbles and the rest of my household slumbers.  I usually get 2 pages (8.5 x 11) done and I feel satisfied that I have at least written a little something.

Oh, and remind me to tell you sometimes about how just doing this little bit of writing in the morning saved my life. Again.

Paving Paradise


From the New York Times today: When a parking lot is so much more:
So, what do you think? The author notes how often parking lots are "found spaces", where Farmers Markets, skateboarding and just hanging out happen. I have to admit that parking lots are my least favorite civic/private spaces. When I have to walk across one to get somewhere, it's just annoying that it's usually so ugly.
I like the idea of having a solar canopy over them, but probably birds would roost and your cars would get poop on them. The same with planting trees throughout, which would be really cool. Imagine a parking lot that was more like a car park (as they say in the UK). And not caring that your car got hit by bird poop.  Wouldn't it be nice to run your errands and come back to a car that had been sitting in the shade?

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Tingle Haiku

Florid showy prose
flashbulb rocketing backwards
flatulent tingle.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Close, Closer, Closest

Here's another imperfect poem. I am still working on it. Why do I put imperfect things in my blog? Why not? Where else should they go?

why is truncated such a long word?
I learned the short version:
This happened
when you were little.
That, when you were grown.
By the time you were old enough
to drive,
you were gone,
your heart snapped shut like an oyster

Now I get a peek,
And I have to close.
I'll never see the shine of you,
And only your mocking laugh
only yourself, you deprecate
you twitter

when do I get to hear the
undertone of your heartbeat?

only if I stay quiet and far away.

Wednesday, March 07, 2012

The Anti-Rush...

...is here at the Daily Rhyme. Scott Emmons dishes it out to that maggot-puke-for-brains, that sorry excuse for a public figure, Rush Limbaugh. Can we call for a prayer to end our misery and have the Gods take Rush to his final reward? Or is that just nasty of me to say?