Almost Diamonds

Saturday Storytime: The Paper Menagerie

Ken Liu is everywhere as a short story author and sometimes as translator recently. This story, like a number of the other Hugo-nominated shorts this year, deals with the complexities of family.

One of my earliest memories starts with me sobbing. I refused to be soothed no matter what Mom and Dad tried. Dad gave up and left the bedroom, but Mom took me into the kitchen and sat me down at the breakfast table. “Kan, kan,” she said, as she pulled a sheet of wrapping paper from on top of the fridge. For years, Mom carefully sliced open the wrappings around Christmas gifts and saved them on top of the fridge in a thick stack.

She set the paper down, plain side facing up, and began to fold it. I stopped crying and watched her, curious. She turned the paper over and folded it again. She pleated, packed, tucked, rolled, and twisted until the paper disappeared between her cupped hands. Then she lifted the folded-up paper packet to her mouth and blew into it, like a balloon.

Kan,” she said. “Laohu.” She put her hands down on the table and let go.

A little paper tiger stood on the table, the size of two fists placed together. The skin of the tiger was the pattern on the wrapping paper, white background with red candy canes and green Christmas trees.

I reached out to Mom’s creation. Its tail twitched, and it pounced playfully at my finger. “Rawrr-sa,” it growled, the sound somewhere between a cat and rustling newspapers.

I laughed, startled, and stroked its back with an index finger. The paper tiger vibrated under my finger, purring.

Zhe jiao zhèzhi,” Mom said. This is called origami.

Keep reading (pdf).

How Do You Stack Up?

One of the fun things about living in a cold climate as we do here in Minnesota is that the street preachers go away for several months out of the year. People are still walking to get around downtown, but that group of guys with their soapbox, megaphone, and white robes disappear. So do the rest of the people who assume that God’s will™ is somehow more convincing the more decibels there are behind it. Even the abortion protestor I’ve walked passed on Friday mornings for the last nine years gets scarce.

So it’s something of a rite of spring when they come back. We greet them as we do the Canadian geese. They’re noisy. They’re messy. They’re ours. And now we have a new batch.

Let’s Talk Trolls

Registration for CONvergence 2012: Wonder Women (at which SkepchickCon will be held, along with three nights of FtB room party) is about to go up in price. Register by May 15, it’s $60 for an adult. Register at the door, it’s $100. They really want to know ahead of time how many people to prepare for.

Dithering about whether to pay for a weekend of geeky goodness? Well, the schedule is just up, so I’m not spoiling anything when I tell you you don’t want to miss this.

Don’t Feed the Trolls
Friday, 2 p.m., Atrium 4

Sexism, misogyny & the internet. A discussion about the recent wave of internet bullying against women and what we can do about it.

Who will be on this fun little panel of pro tipsters?

  • Rebecca Watson
  • Greg Laden
  • Heina Dadabhoy
  • Jason Thibeault
  • Yours truly

It should be a staid and sedate discussion, I’m sure. We’re all so…polite. Sweet even.

So, come on. Register. You know you want to.

Jesus Christ Superhero

No, this isn’t about the big news that Tim Minchin will play Judas in a new production of Jesus Christ Superstar. (JT for Jesus, anyone?) This is about Pastor Mark Driscoll who recently decided that popular culture had given him a great idea for a sermony blog post. That’s always a dangerous decision to make.

What Obama Hath Wrought

As you’ve probably heard by now, President Obama has come out (as it were) to endorse marriage equality, first in a simple response to a question, then in a more formal statement to supporters. For some, this came too soon after the adoption of Amendment 1 in North Carolina to be easily celebrated. For some, it was a simple, joyful release. For some, it was considered a cynical political move.

For still others, it was exactly the opportunity they’d been waiting for.

You Can’t Always Get What You Need

The Secular Coalition for America’s damage control over the announcement of Edwina Rogers as their new Executive Director continued yesterday. Yes, I’m calling it damage control at this point.

There are things to be done to manage expectations when an organization makes an unusual choice. There’s nothing dishonest in that, simply an effort to make sure that interested parties understand as fully as possible the perspective of the people who made the choice because that perspective won’t be obvious. If it were, the choice wouldn’t be considered unusual.

In Greta’s interview with Roy Speckhardt of the SCA board (and a huge thank you to Greta for her work to get information on this to the secular community quicky), we can see that getting a very clear message to the SCA’s constituency wasn’t a big consideration.

When We Look Back

We get closer and closer to the tipping point. It won’t be long now. One generation that can’t understand why there is even a question is dying in ever-increasing numbers. Another generation that also doesn’t understand the fuss is preparing to vote. The generations that follow them will look much like these children, only more so.

It won’t take long before the thoughtless, flinching bigotry is replaced by easy familiarity and acceptance. It is still too long, as the delay costs families, jobs, lives. But the genie cannot be put back in the closet. It’s coming.

Marriage equality will arrive while many, very close to half the voting population in any given state, who oppose it still live. More in states where the rights are recognized by courts instead of elected officials. The people who vote now to delay the inevitable can say, “Over my dead body”, but that won’t be how it happens. They will see equality become the law.

Never a Wild Thing

I have an odd confession to make, even odder in that I’m making it on the day of Maurice Sendak’s death. I didn’t like Where the Wild Things Are as a child. I didn’t want anything to do with Max, and the story was somehow…unsavory. I read it, but it never took a place in my heart the way so many books have over my life.

From where I stand now, not liking Max is perfectly understandable. He is everything that is least likable about small children: egotistical, demanding, pointlessly cruel. There isn’t much to like.

Still, that isn’t why the book left me cold. No, that happened because it just flat-out confused me.

Drawing in the Negative Space

PZ has been running his “Why I am an atheist” feature for some time now. The range of answers is fascinating. They range from the blunt single line to life stories. I haven’t added mine only because I don’t think it’s that interesting. I wasn’t raised in any religion. I’ve never found a good reason to believe in any of the many contradictory gods. Religious people should maybe call me after they all (I’ll accept 80%) manage to agree on one in detail. The end.

Boring.

Crommunist is doing something a bit different:

Why Should Women #Occupy?

An article that came out Friday brought news of a “lovely” new tactic being used by police against the protestors of Occupy Wall Street.

Arbitrary violence is nothing new. The apparently systematic use of sexual assault against women protestors is new. I’m not aware of any reports of police intentionally grabbing women’s breasts before March 17, but on March 17 there were numerous reported cases, and in later nightly evictions from Union Square, the practice became so systematic that at least one woman told me her breasts were grabbed by five different police officers on a single night (in one case, while another one was blowing kisses.) The tactic appeared so abruptly, is so obviously a violation of any sort of police protocol or standard of legality, that it is hard to imagine it is anything but an intentional policy.

For obvious reasons, most of the women who have been victims of such assaults have been hesitant to come forward. Suing the city is a miserable and time-consuming task and if a woman brings any charge involving sexual misconduct, they can expect to have their own history and reputations—no matter how obviously irrelevant—raked over the coals, usually causing immense damage to their personal and professional life. The threat of doing so operates as a very effective form of intimidation. One exception is Cecily McMillan, who was not only groped but suffered a broken rib and seizures during her arrest on March 17, and held incommunicado, denied constant requests to see her lawyer, for over 24 hours thereafter. Shortly after release from the hospital she appeared on Democracy Now! And showed part of a handprint, replete with scratch-marks, that police had left directly over her right breast. (She is currently pursuing civil charges against the police department).

I’d like to emphasize this because when I first mention this, the usual reaction, from reporters or even some ordinary citizens, is incredulity. ‘Surely this must be a matter of a few rogue officers!’ It is difficult to conceive of an American police commander directly telling officers to grope women’s breasts—even through indirect code words.

It shouldn’t be difficult. Police departments around the country have demonstrated that they view Occupy protestors as criminals to be treated in any way that makes them stop (not that it does), and those views have been seen up and down both departmental and political/administrative chains of command. The protestors are a threat. Do whatever it takes to make them go away.

In this case, that may mean targeting female protestors because they are viewed as uniquely vulnerable. It may, as the author of the article suggests, mean targeting female protestors because the outrage pushes other protestors to confront the cops–”justifying” any level of violence with which the cops may choose to response.

In either case, this means targeting female protestors in a way that male protestors are not targeted. Female protestors face an additional burden when they choose to participate. This raises the question: Why would they protest? The answers may seem obvious, but I don’t think they are.