picking on germany again

People who know me will understand why this has left me speechless with laughter.

For those who don't, a brief and hopefully illustrative anecdote. Yesterday I worked a job with Film, a great woman who jokes that she never finishes a sentence. As we were changing out of our work duds at the end of the night, she was trying to tell a story, and not succeeding very well, and our manager was goading her so that Film would get flustered and start making up words. I can't stand it, I finally said. Oh yeah, Film said, you're one of those word people. This must be awful for you.

My favorite line in the article:

Unveiled in 1998, Germans have had seven years to get used to the changes. But a survey carried out at the beginning of August showed that two-thirds of Germans were still using the old spelling system and only one in five had made the full switch.

And I wonder why people, when they write to me, always apologize for their spelling and grammar.

two years i've been doing this

Huh. I hadn't thought about it.But today is exactly the two-year mark since my first post.

Where's my cake?

is schroeder playing a deeper game than first appeared?

While I was in Berlin, there was a kerfuffle in German politics. Chancellor Gerhard Schroeder's Social Democrats lost an election in their home territory, North Rhine-Westphalia, an area they've held for nearly forty years.

So Schroeder called for the national vote to be pushed up a year, to this fall. It looked like political suicide; to a very outside (and non-German speaking) observer, it looked like he'd gotten tired and was looking for a way out. Although some observers suggested that he might be jumping before he was pushed; joblessness is high (12% of the workforce), growth is slow, and there's a lot of grumbling in Germany.

There has been much discussion of Angela Merkel and her party, the Christian Democratic Union, being in the ascendant. Merkel is pragmatic, quietly charismatic, and has a good reputation. She also came to power within her own party during a scandal, making her look all the cleaner and more reform-minded.

But now the BBC reports that Schroeder got rapturous applause from an audience in Hanover when he spoke out against Bush having suggested that force is an appropriate threat against Iran for restarting their nuclear program. And they also point out that while Schroeder has been lagging behind the CDU, the gap is starting to close.

Just as it did the last time Schroder was up for election, three years ago, when he had a surprising win based on the strength of his stance against military involvement in Iraq:

In the 2002 poll, he came from behind to snatch victory after anti-Iraq war feeling - and an outbreak of serious flooding in Germany - helped him attract last-minute support.

I'm not suggesting that Schroeder has been biding his time, waiting for someone else to draw the US's ire so he could cast himself in the anti-war role and enlist his nation's sympathies. But--and I could be completely wrong about this, not having followed the question closely--is it possible that he knows Germany's heart better than it first seemed?

In any case, I find it striking that he said that Germany will not join a military effort against Iran for as long as his party is in power. Which could be a matter of mere months.

And if you're looking for something a little lighter, may I present the Bundesdance, courtesy of Ed over at Berlin Bites. No, I don't know what it means either (I did mention that I neither speak German nor follow German politics) but it's still amusing.

what lies beneath



For a brief, glorious period in the late nineties when I had disposable income, I would do an hour every week in an isolation tank. There's a whole 'nother story about becoming friends with the tank's owner, and then that falling apart, but it's really not interesting.

What's interesting, in retrospect, is what was happening in my sketchbooks. I have several challenges when it comes to drawing. One is that I have a hard time drawing things I can't see; I'm not one of those blessed folks who can draw straight out of their heads. Another is that for seven years, I made a living drawing the outlines of things. Oulines of things I'm looking at: no prob. Shading, texture, mass: eh.

Anyway, one night after I'd bopped out of the tank and showered off all the salt and debriefed with S, I went home and drew this. Out of my head. I don't know why. I wasn't actively thinking about boys or dogs or skeletons, but this is what was in me. It was really comfortable, too; it came easily.

A lot of bones out of that period. Skulls, skeletons. Maybe from hanging in the dark water, becoming increasingly aware of all the hissing, squeezing, gurgling of the human body? The muscle flutters? The internal mechanisms of sight struggling to put pattern to nothingness? I don't know.

I just remember that I made this drawing, looked at it, and thought I am sort of a weird girl.

whoa



A raccoon just walked through my backyard, across the deck, and then (I think) climbed the fence into the next yard. I've seen bigger ones. Once I saw two walking down a side street in Oakland's Rockridge neighborhood at sunset, pear-shaped, unrushed, as if they were out for their evening constitutional, or heading home from one of the restaurants on College Avenue. Which they may have been, come to think of it. Those two could have taken a sizable dog and won. This one was smaller, but not exactly skinny.

Readers who know the Tenderloin will understand how weird this is. I am four blocks from one of San Francisco's major arteries; there's very little open land around here, and I'm essentially downtown.

I put out an overripe plum, in case it comes back through. I want to see if they really touch their food all over, before they eat it; the behavior that gave rise to the idea that they wash their food.

welcome home commander collins

Nice driving!

you should have gone before we left the ISS

I'm watching NASA TV on my computer, and checking the live landing coverage on nasa.gov every few minutes. Here's the latest on the latter:

4:15 a.m. - There are two important decisions to be made by Mission Control within the next hour. The first will occur about 4:35, when the crew would have to start "fluid loading," in which the astronauts drink large amounts of fluid to help in their re-adaptation to Earth's gravity. Flight controllers held off on fluid loading prior to the first landing opportunity because the uncooperative weather indicated a wave-off.

In other words, you don't want them "fluid loading" if they're not coming down yet. Because, you know...

blur



A lot to do today, and not enough hours.

i may have to do this

They're opening a currywurst museum in Berlin next March. I could add it to my collection of strange food museums. Maybe I could even write about it for the same magazine that ran my piece on the history and cultural signifcance of ramen.

The problem being, I like ramen. Versus serious doubts about currywurst.

thanks to raskal trippin

breaking the first rule

Do not talk about pillow fight club.

britannia rules the waves

They got the sub in time!

It's nice to come home from work to a little good news, isn't it?

grace

As much fun as yesterday's eruption was, it's time to move on to Bob drawing our attention to a great Jon Carroll column, where Carroll in turn tells a story about dinner with Robert Fripp. Who says grace--which doesn't surprise me, somehow, having grown up listening to my parents' King Crimson albums.

Seven or eight years ago, when I started eating meat again after a long herbivorous hiatus, I started doing something like saying grace. I'd been reading a lot of Daniel Quinn, and poking at Fritjof Capra with a stick, and absorbing their ideas about the interconnection of all life forms. They come to very different conclusions, but the piece that stuck was that whatever I was eating was giving something up for me--and eventually my turn would come.

So as much as I'm being grateful for the food, I'm also doing a sort of cut-rate Tibetan meditation on death. I prepare myself for the eventuality by rejoicing in the knowledge that I will someday feed other plants and creatures and give back some of what I have been given. It's not nearly as beautiful as either Fripp's grace or Bob's, but it's hard for me to remember anything too complex when I'm hungry. And this is what I can say sincerely.

I honor and respect your energy, [and that of my companion(s)]
I anticipate my return.
But not too soon, I have work to do and people to love.
Thank you.

What always strikes me when I do this around other people is the range of reactions. Some people don't even notice I'm doing it; I try to be pretty discreet. But I do close my eyes for a minute, and I don't reach immediately for the utensils, so sometimes people do notice. And maybe there's an awkward pause as they realize that they're talking over what must be a Meaningful Moment. But really, it's not that big a deal. I don't need other people to do it, and I'm not trying to guilt other people into it. It's just a thing I do.

And then there's the other direction. I dated a man for a few years who was really respectful of food and eating, and when he learned what I was doing, he started doing it with me, and we would hold hands for a minute before we ate. Which I miss, actually, now that I think about it. That was nice. The part where he once made me say grace out loud for his family was a little weird though. I didn't know how they would take the death bit. So it was a bit of a stumble.

deeply horrifying

Dan's post is rational, sane, and interesting, but the comments are a window into hell. At first I thought all the MRAs ("Men's Rights Activists") were some kind of joke.

But they're not.

Honestly, keep your blood pressure medication close to hand. You're going to need it. I had no idea that the antifeminist backlash was this virulent. Or poorly spelled.

remind me, the next time i go cold turkey



1. There's caffeine in chocolate. As much in one bar as in a cola.
2. Caffeine withdrawal sucks.
3. Eventually, the mountain trolls will wonder where they left that pickaxe, and they will come and remove it from your skull.

what are you overusing?

Me? "Seem", "just", and "much". Show up far more in my writing than is strictly necessary. I would say that this fabulous little site has helped me see the light, except that it has a sister site by the same designer where you can put in any word and it'll spit back all the cliches it can find that use that word. And "see the light" is right up there. So let's pretend I didn't say it at all, shall we?

Anyway. The WordCounter is a truly nifty little tool. Maybe this is possible in some kinds of word-processing software, but I wouldn't know, as I am stuck with this weird open-source WP program Muscles put on my laptop after he exercised the nuclear option on some viruses by wiping my hard drive. Try it, it's fun.

Well, fun in the geeky "reads the dictionary for kicks" sort of way.

one hundred sixty-six

Oh, this is getting rough. The headache's worsening, I'm really spacy, and I'm starting to feel like Susan Sarandon in The Hunger, after the sex and just before Catherine Denueve makes her kill her boyfriend to brink his blood. Drink his blood. All through class tonight, I was trying to pay attention to what Jill was saying, but it all came out sounding like the names of candy bars. Now we're going to do Arabic into MilkyWay. Or now do two chest circles with level changes and KitKats. Eight counts of Tunisian traveling step and then Reese'sPeanutButterCups.

If I didn't think I had a sugar addiction before, well, we've got the answer to that, now don't we? Ohhh, my head.

feeling vengeful?

This is gross, but has a certain poetry nonetheless.

i've had chocolate exactly once in the past 120 hours

Woof.

Wednesday night, Snufkina and I went out because I was feeling all sad and lonely and so on, as I mentioned last week. After I'd dried up from throwing a bit of a jag in her truck, we went into Cafe Abir (and yes, the sandwiches really are good) and talked about a book she's reading called The Mood Cure. The author's all into amino acids and butter instead of margarine (I can completely live with that) and using foods and supplements instead of meds to regulate one's brain chemistry.

I haven't been, as an adult, generally a depressive person. I go through swings, of course, but they rarely last. Lately, though, I just can't seem to pull myself out. I have days where all I want to do is sleep and cry. I'm not mentioning it because I want or need anyone to feel bad for me, and lord knows I don't want to fall into the "I'm so depressed!" blog trap. But it's scientifically interesting, sort of trying to watch from the outside as this happens. Is it chemical, or is it situational? Could one be triggering the other? I forget sometimes that I actually have some pretty sad stuff going on in my life, and that it's completely valid to be down. The way I represent myself to myself does not allow for "weakness", and being sad just because I've lost my father and have this massive unrequited love seems...weak...sometimes.

I am not patient with myself about these things. I am patient with other people about them, or at least I'd like to think that I am, but not with myself.

Anyway. You see where I am. Well, there's another issue, and it may have more bearing than I realize. Namely, I've been eating really poorly lately. It's a lot easier to buy crack than cukes in this neighborhood, and I've been distracted anyway and not inspired to cook often. So I'm eating a lot of starch (did you think I was going to say crack?) and a lot of chocolate. And not even good chocolate, with the bioflavinoids and so on; no. Cheap, trashy chocolate. I'm so ashamed.

Is it any wonder that I've been listless and cranky? According to the book, I've been squandering my serotonin and need to build it back up, along with a bunch of other chemicals running around in the squishy stuff. Allegedly this is possible through eating carefully and taking supplements that sound like something you use to clean the engine block of your car; GABA and 5-HTP and god knows what all else.

I'm starting small. Just cutting out refined sugar, caffeine, and wheat. Yeah, small. Ha! I was talking to one of my troupemates tonight, and I mentioned that I'd been without refined sugar for a few days. Are you having withdrawal? she asked. Is that what this headache is about? I responded. I honestly hadn't thought about what I was in for, I'd just decided, after talking to Snufkina, to keep walking past the open (candy) windows. But yes, I guess I am having some withdrawal symptoms. Weird.

Now, I want to be perfectly clear: I have not gone all Atkins (neither, incidentally, have the Germans). Even if it turns out that bread is dangerous for reasons I never thought about.

something for everyone not blessed with a foggy city

For those of you sweltering away everywhere else...an image upon which to meditate.

so do i invest in stocks, or is it pointless since we're colliding with andromeda?

Yet another cool site discovered using stumbleupon, a Firefox extension that bops you around to different sites on the Web based on what you tell it you're interested in.