CN: sexual harassment
CN: sexual harassment
So, this is a first. We’ve had our share of Christian proselytizers of various denominations around these parts, but never an advert for our local psychic.
Found this flier hanging on my door this afternoon. Our yard is a bit of a mess, so I suppose it’s fine to assume that our spirits, loves, and auras could use a good once-over too, perhaps.
Maybe I’m being a bit pedantic here, but I think if I were going in for love spells, I’d like my intended target not to be psychic. A bit of mystery keeps the magic in the relationship, right?
A few links of interest from around the web:
Spring sprung up a bit early around here. The altheas came out first in mid-February, which seemed too early. A desert willow that I feared had died last year came out a couple weeks ago, too.
Here’s an attempt at a picture of the redbud tree nearby, behind which is an elm that has been gracing us with quite a bit of pollen of late.
My attempts at gardening with annuals always seems to fail–far too many critters around here end up eating what I plant. Ah, well. Maybe I should say I’m growing the odd assortment of small birds, muscovies, and squirrels?
A few links of interest from around the web:
The attorneys who assisted the travelers detained by Trump’s “Travel Ban” at the Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport are asking for help in maintaining a space to continue their work. From the DFW Detained GoFundMe page:
These funds will be used to secure meeting space at DFW International Airport and puchase necessary supplies. NOT ONE DOLLAR of the money raised will be used to compensate the attorneys involved, who are donating their time and talents to this humanitarian effort. Any funds which are leftover after our work concludes will be donated to ACLU.
Chip in if you can. And if you know of similar calls for funds from around the nation, feel free to post in the comments.
Here are a few links from around these parts and around the web:
The first time I read Ursula K. LeGuin’s The Left Hand of Darkness years ago, I focused on the way in which gender, sex, and sexuality were portrayed in the novel and how they affected the ways in which the off-world envoy, Genly Ai, interacted with the people of Gethen.
This time around, I was primed to read the novel with a view to politics. The Left Hand of Darkness is a novel about gender, but it’s also an exploration of governments and their machinations, and how those involved in politics can destroy one another for personal gain.
As I noted in an an earlier post, Estraven’s view of patriotism is a dark one. Later in the novel, Ai meditates on the views of this former prime minister of Karhide:
And I wondered, not for the first time, what patriotism is, what the love of country truly consists of, and how that yearning loyalty the had shaken my friend’s voice arises, and how so real a love can become, too often, so foolish and vile a bigotry. Where does it go wrong? p. 300
Though Estraven is proclaimed a traitor by his political enemies, we see that he is far from it. Rather, his attempts to prevent war between Karhide and Orgoreyn– as well as his belief in Ai’s mission–that appear to work against the sovereignty and strength of Karhide are acts of loyalty to the nation.
But even this exploration of patriotism wasn’t the most poignant and politically relevant section in my reading. Instead, it’s when Ai is jailed, and he is languishing after interrogations near a dying fellow prisoner in Pulefen Farm in the bureaucratic nation of Orgoreyn. For days, Ai and Asra share tales from their respective homelands. Ai reveals the differences between the genders and sexual expressions of the people of his planet and those of Gethen:
A night or two after that, he went into a coma, and presently died. I had not learned what he had been sent to the Voluntary Farm for, what crime or fault or irregularity in his identification papers […..] p. 197
It’s easy to read the second line in light of Texas Senate Bill 6, the “Bathroom Bill,” which, if passed, would legislate use of bathrooms based on biological sex, which the bill defines as follows:
“Biological sex” means the physical condition of being male or female, which is stated on a person’s birth certificate.
Are we facing a time when birth certificates becomes identity papers of a sort? Ones that are not only descriptive, but that help legislate a type of patriotic ideal? What unnerves me about politics in the US at present and the supposed “greatness” national and in some cases, state, governments aim for is that this “greatness” implies a homogeneity within the population. To be patriotic, to love and serve this great nation, implies that one must look like, must act like a patriot. Any deviation from this “norm” is not merely a personal matter; rather, it’s an affront to the nation. It’s criminal. And this is where the purported love of country turns into “so foolish and vile a bigotry.”
As LeGuin asserts in her 1976 introduction to the novel, “Science fiction is not predictive; it is descriptive.” That is, SF functions as a way to for the author to present a critique of the world as it is through the lens of speculation and metaphor. So too the reader brings their present to the imagined future.
After the last few days of confirmation hearings, I’m wondering if something’s in the water, or in the environment anyway. Anyone else think it’s odd that climate change deniers Scott Pruitt, Ryan Zinke, and Rick Perry have all changed course on their total skepticism about anthropogenic global warming?
One can hope that it’s because they’re listening to scientists on this issue. But I fear other forces may have contributed to these reversals. I suppose we’ll find out when we see what policies are put into place by the agencies they’ve been nominated to head, and, ultimately, who those policies favor.
Though I’ve been writing quite a bit lately, the bulk of what I’ve written has been to my elected officials regarding the confirmation hearings and the Affordable Care Act, among other things. The same for reading: it’s all been about proposed bills and potentially disastrous nominees.
That said, I am trying to read more poems, especially political poems. There’s something energizing about political poems that manage to capture both the urgency of the situation as well as the personal, even if the speaker of the poem isn’t the author. So it was with this morning’s poem from Rattle, Abby E. Murray’s “Poem for My Daughter Before the March.”
Which brings me to the first of the Open Book posts, in which I ask, “What are you reading?”