Saturday, March 31, 2012

Guard Bees!

A Texas farmer is trying using bees as guards to deter would-be thieves bent on purloining equipment on his farm for scrap metal. Apparently, the bees don't like the racket of the metal and will wreak havoc on the source of the noise. I suppose the farmer had better bag the bee boxes and move his own equipment at night.

Still, it's a neat idea. I've been dismayed by the recent years' news reports of honey bee populations in decline throughout the world, which I think may spell something ominous for agriculture.

I do hope one day to have a little place in the country with a proper kitchen garden and an apiary. Bees are so adorable.

It seemed I got stung by honey bees a hideous number of times as a child, and I hated them. I was, after all, a typical Southern child in the summer, barefoot in a clover-filled yard. Stings were inevitable. As I began to dabble in flowers and herbs as an adult, however, I was quite taken with the industrious charm of bees, some of them impossibly tiny varieties. They go about their business, workmanlike and undeterred by bothersome humans, heavy-laden with waxy saddlebags of pollen festooning their thighs. What furry little marvels they are.

And bumble-bees? The ones scientists declare should technically not be able to fly? Bless the fierce little contrarians!

Today is the 280th birthday of Franz Josef Haydn

Friday, March 30, 2012

Praline just LOVES eating Mayflies.

I have no complaint with this, seeing as the little buggers came two months early.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

little in this world can excel the effect of properly deployed fringe.



...particularly on a day when you had to dissect a cat.

Formula for recovery:

1 part dry Italian red wine
1 part the Cramps
1 part ass-shaking dancery


Shake well, swallow, repeat.

Along with Buck the Singing Deer, I want a talking Moose

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Busy times

Things have been unbelievably hectic of late, but they've been good, too.

The Fates conspired to keep me and Himself away from the Schutenfest last weekend, but FarmMom and FarmDad came by to see us on Monday and we all went out for some delicious quail at a local eatery. They are dear friends so it's always good to see them. The puppies were ever-so-happy to see them, too. :)

Tuesday after class I stopped by to see the advisor at my university. She pulled up my GPA and said with my high average, that I could easily get into the nursing program for Fall '13 if I just have a B average in all my nursing prerequisite classes. I'm poised to get a B in A&P I, but I'm still hoping for an A and working very hard to that end. There's only 6 weeks left in the semester, after all, and this seems doable to me. I'll be applying for the nursing program in February next year. Plenty of time to wrap myself around the axle before then.

I was going to yoga quite regularly about a year ago and absolutely loving it. Yoga is the only exercise (other than long walks) where I don't feel like I've been beaten with a sock-full of rocks at the end of it. I'm just not an athlete, I must admit. Things happened last summer and schedule changed and my instructor flaked out and I slacked off on it, and picked it up again late summer/fall when I found another studio, and then I got sick for about 6 weeks and just never went back. Then I got sick again. Then I re-sprained my ankle. Anyway, went back for the first time Tuesday and it felt great. It was a little harder to get through on Wednesday, but I'm looking forward to going regularly from here on out. Have been on more walks, too.

This old sprain, though-- have any of you had ongoing complications from an old sprained ankle? The left ankle is visibly thicker than the right, and sometimes it swells. I think there's inflammation there that's just never really gone away, but I'm not sure going to the dr is merited-- I'm not sure they can do anything? Having it firmly massaged feels good, and when I was doing yoga regularly, the size of the whole joint seemed almost as small as the right one, so I'm sure that all that stretching has a good affect. Anyone have any advice to offer on the old sprain?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Charming web design

I want to share here a website I've come across recently called Miss L Fire. You may have guessed they feature shoes, but they generally are retro-styled, with quite a few which would look quite at period-correct bopping to Glenn Miller on a dancefloor. I love the radio buttons and all the graphics, the gingham and the pattern on the front of the site.

Gorgeous shoes. Love the overall style and design sensibility of the site. Good stuff. Check it out!

Monday, March 26, 2012

I'm a WINNER!

I don't go there very often, but when I do, I love to play the Time Waster over at The Smoking Gun wherein you match the mug shot to the occupation, the weapon of choice, the crime or the article that was stolen. Anyway, I successfully matched all 5 suspects to their nicknames.

I'm a winner! Yay!
Uh, there is no prize for getting them all right, so all I can do is toot my own horn.

*toot* *toot*

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: nasocentric

My view of the puptart upon waking. Feeds me!




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Hang the blessed dj because the music that they constantly play says nothing to me about my life.

A few weeks back I posted about how I think entertainers have a right to say what they want, however unfortunate or crass their choice of words. I pointed out that I think it's silly for someone to call up advertisers on those programs and protest, even though the callers don't normally listen to said program and don't patronize said advertisers BECAUSE of their patronage of said programs. Behind that I stand.

From the tone of what I said, I think (to my chagrin) that someone may have concluded that I felt there should be no consequences to people for what they say, and that was not my intention. I certainly think it is within the rights of everyone to say what they think about content of a program, and to tell the advertisers of that program their views accordingly. Yes. Freedom of speech should go all ways, and yet people have to be responsible for what they say.

To recap, though, what was at issue (my own mind's shorthand version here) was that a woman had assumed role of activist at a Catholic university in protest of its denial of birth control meds to employees who needed them for birth control methods, rather than for needs not related to reproduction prevention. The waters were much-muddied by the ensuing hullabaloo surrounding Rush Limbaugh having leveled rude personal slurs against the protesting female in this instance, for which he later apologized. My feeling was that Rush Limbaugh is someone who- like Howard Stern or Opie & Anthony- makes a habit of saying outrageous things to illustrate a point and should be taken with an according degree of salt.

Little did I realize that the protests of the woman might be of more wide-sweeping validity. On the Nerds' blog, I saw a post Saturday that filled me with dismay. Apparently, the Arizona Senate Judiciary Committee has proposed a bill that would allow employers to demand the medical records of female employees who are prescribed birth control, so the employers may determine if they approve of the reason for the use of these medications.

In other words if this is passed in Arizona or any other state, the federal mandates there regarding HIPAA which are all about a spectacular degree of admonition on behalf of your privacy on everyone from the receptionist at your doctor's office to any of the random folks who will handle your claims at your insurance company's office mean exactly jack shit when it comes to your employer wanting to access your medical records if you happen to be female and prescribed birth control medicines.

Pardon me if I balk at this, but I balk at this. When I was bitching at people bitching about Rush Limbaugh, I sort of did not envision the whole argument as possibly bloating out accordion-style into this invasive style of bizarre invasion of privacy and assorted other bullshitlery. I am reeling, to say the least. Yes, I still think anyone can say what they want to say about it, but why should privacy fly out the window for one specific class of citizens?

What upsets me is that the fact that anyone with ovaries is part of a class of people who are equal, but less equal than some other animals on the farm. HIPAA decrees that personal information is not for use for any reason other than medical, and yet it seems not to apply in this case.

The logical conclusion from all this is that to individuals doomed to be fertile adult females, the rules of privacy don't exist.

What.
The.
Hell???

I am outraged. Maybe you don't get it. Let me put it to you this way: if you are female or if you have a wife, a sister or a mother, she, too, is denied exactly those rights. Your daughters, too. No privacy to their medical information wherein their employers are concerned.

Wow. Just wow.

I am reeling. This feels like a spreading stain to me. What seemed like more of an intellectual exercise and harmless lark a few weeks ago seems now to me to be much more sinister. Please tell me how I am wrong in concluding this, because from this vantage, things seem rather bleak, indeed.




Could life ever be sane again?

What the hell is this place and how does it relate to the place where I was born? I thought (or hoped) we could never get here from there. :(

Friday, March 23, 2012

The dissection has commenced.

I must admit it is not my favorite thing ever, but I found I wasn't as shaky or nervous as I thought I would be when it came time to cut open the cat. It's actually rather large, but I'd judge by her teeth that she wasn't very old. I suppose I'll get to know her a lot better through the remainder of the semester.

I suppose it's a necessary evil that we need carcasses upon which to practice, but it still seems a shame, nonetheless.

I'll spare you any more detail on that score.
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After a week off from work and school, it's been a hectic week with work and getting back into the swing of studying. Add to that the time change and the fact that I stayed up until 3, 4 or 5 in the morning pretty much every night of spring break and it's been difficult to study at all.

I have a test due by midnight tonight. Depending on completion of that, I may go see some of my friends from the muscial I was in earlier who are appearing in another show in town. Would be nice to see them, and to go to the theatre without the pressure of having to perform.

It's good to do something spontaneous, too, isn't it?

Have a great weekend!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Photoshop? Boo! Hiss!

I get it. I really do. The gripping besotment with photoshopped beauties. If what you want in life is a partner devoid of character and experience. If you want a blank with no frame of reference which you will have to regard. But I don't know why anyone would want that. How could someone devoid of evidence of having weathered even a tiny bit of life put up with you and all your flaws? Seriously. The blank little thing would run screaming, because she'd lack the depth to think there's anything worthwhile beneath your surface either, thank you very much. The thing I don't get is-- what is the point of images of a woman or man where all the lines of age and experience are ironed out with chemicals and vaselined pixels?


Boring.






Great heroines and heroes of literature and film and real life are not blanks. They've generally got a few miles under the hood-- which makes their heroic journeys all the more heartening and stirring. Why would you want something cartoonish and not-found-in-nature? So much more fetching to consider falling in love with the one, the only, the original and all of his or her flaws and human failings and the laugh lines and the silver at the temples. The lived-in look is always more comfortable and much more sexy, if you have the backbone to recognize it.












Brava, Cate.
Bravo, The Economist.






Helen Mirren looks amazing. Judy Dench does not shrink from the occasional dowdy role (and never has), yet is still a beautiful woman and sexy in the Bond films, don't you think? Joan Plowright at 80-something is still kicking it and manages to be quite the fetching lady. One can easily imagine an august gentleman being smitten to a school-boyish degree. Charming!



Rita Moreno? She's about 80, and she is still smoking hot. Doubt me? This photo of her was taken in January. If you don't see that she's still incredibly beautiful, you are either blind or too stupid to be regarded.

Anyway, all of this is by way of saying it's nice to see a real beauty like La Blanchett being real and represented on a magazine cover.



Bravo, again. : )

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Spring is the year's pleasant King.







I am besotted with Lobelia - the small cornflower-blue blossoms next to the orangey-yellow show-offs in the basket below.

To the left is a Bachelor's Button.


I do so love the showy blossoms of the Spring. There is little else to excel the lush beauty of vivid colors which invite butterflies and bees to drink deep.















I do love it so.