Language itself is a barrier.
24/02/2011
22/02/2011
Nevada demonstration supporting Wisconsin protest
Photos from yesterday's demonstration in Carson City at the Nevada State Legislature in support of the Wisconsin protesters.
For more fun watch Jon Stewart's commentary Revenge of the Curds.
For more fun watch Jon Stewart's commentary Revenge of the Curds.
20/02/2011
Take a look
"Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight." --Dr. Albert Schweitzer
Please please watch this video. It is only 11 minutes long. Yes, it is painful and inconvenient to know these things but you will be the better for it. It's time to deepen your compassion a little bit more. Do you dare? Ignorance is not bliss. It is ignorance.
"The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men." --Leonardo Da Vinci
Please please watch this video. It is only 11 minutes long. Yes, it is painful and inconvenient to know these things but you will be the better for it. It's time to deepen your compassion a little bit more. Do you dare? Ignorance is not bliss. It is ignorance.
"The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men." --Leonardo Da Vinci
18/02/2011
Breakfast in the Bird Park
Some time deep in the middle of the night, after two days of fury, the wind finally stopped blowing. Just in time, I say. It was really making me crazy. I think it was the silence that woke me somewhere around five and, even though the blinds were closed, I could tell by the light in the room that the much anticipated snow had arrived at last.
This morning was like the old days in the Bird Park. The trees were stuffed with birds. Everyone came early and stayed and I made sure that they weren't disappointed. I served leftover pancakes and oatmeal along with the usual fare...peanuts, sunflower seeds, apples, kibbles and scratch.
Between bites, grackles compulsively scanned the skies. The starlings were fierce and reckless as usual. After the other magpies finished and left Seven, aka The 7 O'clock Magpie, hung out in the aspen digesting seconds waiting for thirds. Quail scratched in the snow for hidden tasties then stopped and did what they always do. Stood around. The pigeons showed up late as always but got right to work. They are the clean up detail.
Even Minerva dropped in for her share of the oatmeal. You might wonder how I know this particular crow is Minerva but why not Minerva?
After all, crows live for decades, they're smart and the Bird Park is The Place to be on a day like this so why wouldn't she come? Plus she's a founding member and enjoys her seniority status.
And with this storm the birds finally accepted the "new" tree as their new perch. They were really slow adapting to the change after Dick's widow cut down his, and their, beloved cottonwood last spring. Everybody loved that tree but her. Ol' Dick's body was barely cold in the ground when she had it whacked.
The "new" tree is actually in a better location as it stands right behind the seed tubes but on Dick's side of the fence. I couldn't have chosen a better spot for it myself. I hope she doesn't have it cut down too. Thanks to Dick, who appreciated a good tree, it got started around the same time as the cottonwood, about ten years ago when the development was new. But the "new" tree grows slowly so was ignored. You know birds. Bigger is better and they don't like change.
As for the starlings, I wasn't exactly delighted when they first showed up. They are the humans of the bird world, invasive and too damn successful. They toss babies out the nest then claim it for their own. Or they just move in and eat the whole family, the whole neighborhood. But the Bird Park exists under open skies. Everyone is welcome, well except for the cats, but they come anyway. I like to pretend they are too fat and lazy to do much other than fantasize but they try.
Not the hawks. They mean business. One fellow recently made the Bird Park his personal hunting ground and, every now and then, that ends up being a big bummer for someone else. This little quail hit my window trying to escape. M. Lee was outraged that I considered burying him instead of letting the hawk keep him. He was right.
This morning was like the old days in the Bird Park. The trees were stuffed with birds. Everyone came early and stayed and I made sure that they weren't disappointed. I served leftover pancakes and oatmeal along with the usual fare...peanuts, sunflower seeds, apples, kibbles and scratch.
Between bites, grackles compulsively scanned the skies. The starlings were fierce and reckless as usual. After the other magpies finished and left Seven, aka The 7 O'clock Magpie, hung out in the aspen digesting seconds waiting for thirds. Quail scratched in the snow for hidden tasties then stopped and did what they always do. Stood around. The pigeons showed up late as always but got right to work. They are the clean up detail.
Even Minerva dropped in for her share of the oatmeal. You might wonder how I know this particular crow is Minerva but why not Minerva?
After all, crows live for decades, they're smart and the Bird Park is The Place to be on a day like this so why wouldn't she come? Plus she's a founding member and enjoys her seniority status.
And with this storm the birds finally accepted the "new" tree as their new perch. They were really slow adapting to the change after Dick's widow cut down his, and their, beloved cottonwood last spring. Everybody loved that tree but her. Ol' Dick's body was barely cold in the ground when she had it whacked.
The "new" tree is actually in a better location as it stands right behind the seed tubes but on Dick's side of the fence. I couldn't have chosen a better spot for it myself. I hope she doesn't have it cut down too. Thanks to Dick, who appreciated a good tree, it got started around the same time as the cottonwood, about ten years ago when the development was new. But the "new" tree grows slowly so was ignored. You know birds. Bigger is better and they don't like change.
As for the starlings, I wasn't exactly delighted when they first showed up. They are the humans of the bird world, invasive and too damn successful. They toss babies out the nest then claim it for their own. Or they just move in and eat the whole family, the whole neighborhood. But the Bird Park exists under open skies. Everyone is welcome, well except for the cats, but they come anyway. I like to pretend they are too fat and lazy to do much other than fantasize but they try.
Not the hawks. They mean business. One fellow recently made the Bird Park his personal hunting ground and, every now and then, that ends up being a big bummer for someone else. This little quail hit my window trying to escape. M. Lee was outraged that I considered burying him instead of letting the hawk keep him. He was right.
17/02/2011
Naked censorship
I was listening to an NPR interview this morning on FX radio. The question was what part did Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac play in the financial meltdown and whether or not the government should pull the plug on them. The opinion of the fellow being interviewed was that they were very small players in the crash. He started listing the names of our unregulated private sector... Wall Street banks and corporations that are the real culprits when suddenly his words were blotted out by about 30 seconds of mindless music. When the program resumed, without that crucial piece of information, one would be led to believe that Fanny Mae and Freddy Mac were the cause of the problem. Censorship or coincidence? Decide for yourself. I have.
And, while we're on the subject,
BoingBoing posted an article today that's worth checking out:
Why haven't the banksters who stole the planet been tossed in jail?
BoingBoing posted an article today that's worth checking out:
Why haven't the banksters who stole the planet been tossed in jail?
12/02/2011
Outtakes
Okay, time to change the top post. As Judybluesky commented here recently, we American's suffer a shrinking social attention span so enough for now about the fact that Wall St. bankers are ass raping us in front of our own children then eating our lunch. Here are a few outtakes from recent things we've been dong here in the great state of Nevada, a world of harsh beauty and insane hopes.
View from the Peppermill casino buffet.
Casinos frown on photographers but I snuck this shot for you.
Casinos frown on photographers but I snuck this shot for you.
Cycling by the Sierra
My street at twilight
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