Month: July 2002

  • Is it Monday Already?


    I had a great weekend.  Wonderful time spent with my hubby and kids doing not much of anything.  I had so much fun in fact that I continued in the weekend mindset yesterday.  The kids and I did our schoolwork and I did housework, but over all the relaxed and easy feel of the weekend carried me through my Monday.  Today, it feels like the start of a week.  I woke up with more stuff to do than I want to, and two quarreling kids.  So instead of jumping into my day, I'm sitting here writing on Xanga. 


    In fact, to prolong my entry into the harsh light of day, I think I'll catch-up on all the books I've been reading that I haven't yet mentioned in blogs. 


    Maybe it was a mistake to publish my summer reading list.  Maybe it was just a challenge that I wasn't meant to meet.  I've read almost everything I'm supposed to have read at this point, plus a dozen other books, but I certainly haven't read them in the order I originally planned.  It all comes of packing a bag of books and then reading whatever was on top first. 


    Widow for a Year - John Irving had a lot of fun writing this book.  The most wonderful part of it for me was the iddle section where the protagonist, an author, works out the way she is going to plot a book.  The way that Irving exposes his own work through the eyes of his character Rose has the same delicious feel as an inside joke.


    Plymouth Plantation, by William Bradford - Written by one of the leaders of the Plymouth Plantation this is not so much a book as it is an edited version of a personal diary.  Bradford is brutally honest in exposing the reality of life for the early Pilgrims.  He offers a perspective on the relationship between these Eurpoean invaders and the native population that is seldom discussed in contemporary history books as he describes the difficulty of remaining neutral in tribal conflicts.  The horror of starvation as ship after ship brings new bodies but no new supplies is one that he states matter-of-factly.  The men, women and children who were already there reduced their rations of food by halves and quarters to feed the newcomers. 


    As a case study of communist practice, Marx would have done well to study this work.  The London-based company that sponsored the pilgrims insisted on a communal plan in which everyone worked so many hours in the community fields and they all shared out of the proceeds.  It was only when Bradford defied this order and divided up the land for each family to work and receive the benefit of their labor that the plantation began to move from starvation to prosperity.


    Dragonriders of Pern - by Anne McCaffrey.  I want a dragon.  If I can't have a dragon, I want a fire lizard.  I don't care what color it is.  I reread the Dragonriders series every few years and I always enjoy my visit to Pern where the dragons and their riders rise and fight the "thread".  I think I was first enchanted by the idea of a telepathic link with a sentient dragon, impressed at hatching to become a lifelong companion offering unconditional love and shared existence.  In answer to the cry of every existentialist that in the end that we are all horribly alone,  Dragonriders offers a rich fantasy of fellowship that seems just almost possible even in the absence of an impressionable lizard.


    Where Does the Weirdness Go, and The End of Physics - David Lindley.  Well written, easy to follow for a non-technically minded reader who has an interest in the current issues of physics.  Weirdness is a succinct discussion of quantum physics.  End describes the difficulty of reaching a General Unified Theory (that's Theory of Everything to us readers of popular science.)  Lindley makes the case that the GUT will never be possible because there are some physical events for which there is no cause-effect relationship - just a statistical understanding of the likelihood of occurence.


    Mystery Week - Smoke and Mirrors, by Barbara Michaels - this author has ben on my radar screen for years but i'd never picked up any of her works before.  Smoke and Mirrors follows a young woman who becomes involved in the Senatorial Campaign of her mother's oldest friend.  Murder and intrigue linked to long forgotten sins of the fathers threaten to end the race before it starts.  In Barbara Michael's other life, she is author Elizabeth Peters.  She holds a doctorate in Egyptology and writes of the adventures of Amelia Peabody and her husband Emerson as they explore the riches of Egypt in the early decades of the 20th century. In Lord of the Silent and He Shall Thunder in the Sky, I found the references to previous adventures confusing and would not recommend that you start in the middle of the series as I did.  However, the tongue in cheek and understated style of the protagonists appealed to my sense of humor and I enjoyed the characterizations.  Chosen Prey, by John Sandford - I like Sandford, and nto in the least because his books are set in an area of the country with which I am familiar.  His Minnesotisms are great - much better than "Fargo" for capturing the flavor of the Minnesota-mindset.  His villians are chilling, his detective is human, and the solutions to the mysterys are not cookie cutter endings.  In Chosen Prey a serial killer close to the end of a twenty year career in murder tips his hand and attracts the notice of Lucas Davenport.  Davenport begins the dance of detection in between scenes in which he has to go home and do his duty as his significant other really wants to have a baby.  Ovulation waits for no crime figure and I appreciated the intrusion of everyday concerns into the game of cops and robbers that Davenport prefers to his "real" life.


    Signs of Intelligence, by William Dembski - This is a collection of essays by a number of scientists and philosophers on the scientific evidence for Intelligence in the natural world.  Edited by William Dembski who has himself made a significant contribution to the field, it summarizes most of the current debate.  Readers who are under the impression that the Intelligent Design movement is just a cover for sneaking Creationism in the back door of the discussion on the Origins of Life will be surprised by the depth and content of the argument these researchers present.


    Romance Week - A Kiss to Remember - by Theresa Medieros - I have read every book that this author has ever published.  A Kiss to Remember isn't quite on the same par as her "Fairest of Them All" - but if you are looking for something to read on a beach, you can't go wrong with A Kiss.  The heroine is refreshingly transparent in her relationship with the amnesiac hero but doesn't cross the insipid lack of self-awareness that so many authors impart to their romantic leads.  (TBA titles are still waiting TBA since I haven't picked out anything else in the romance category to read.)


    Not on the list, but also read this summer have been Neil Gaiman's American Gods and Sandman series (see link in previous blog to review of those works.)  Many thanks fo wormy for the loan of the Sandman books.  Many thanks to Dwaber for sending me a box of books that included the Bone People, which I have not yet read, and others which I have finished and enjoyed very much.  (Smilla's Sense of Snow, Three Christs of Ypsilanti, The Name of the Rose, Geek Love, Microserfs and Letters to a Young Poet.)  I have also not been able to avoid my attraction to theology and have completed Clark Pinnock's Wideness of God's Mercy.  I just got a book in the mail yesterday (oh, yummy sensation), so I'll be reading The Story of Scripture by Daniel Jeremy Silver before I dive into Steven Pinker's Language Instinct.

  • The summer Issue of Grim Opus is now online at:


    http://home.earthlink.net/~maryt63/GrimOpus/Summer02Issue/GO-Sum02.htm


    It includes a brilliant review of Neil Gaiman's work "American Gods" by moi.  Yes, this is a shameless advertisement and I hope you will check it out forthwith.

  • Freedom Vs. Responsibility


    I'm an American, and I'm a Christian of the Protestant tradition.  This means that I believe that individuals have free will, soul competency, and the right to exercise their freedoms in accord with their private standards of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.  I also believe that a "right" is a farce unless the person who exercises that right assumes responsibility for the results of that action.


    I had a conversation with my neighbor yesterday.  She's a smoker and she's really upset with a law enacted by the Indiana legislature while I was out of town.  It's now a misdemeanor with a mandatory fine if you toss a cigarette butt out the car window.


    She was ranting and raving about how this enfringed on her liberty.  I listened and nodded, but I have to admit that I don't see her point.  I've had the experience of driving down the interstate when the driver in front of me tossed a cigarette out the window.  It blew in my window and burned a number of holes in the fabric of my car seat and one in my clothes (behind my back) before I was able to snag the butt and extinguish it in my ashtray.


    In my world view, a person who causes damage to the property of another person, even accidentally, is morally obligated to make restitution.  I will grant readily that I live among people who do not subscribe to this standard and I'm okay with that too.  For me and mine, if we cause damage to your stuff, we'll make it right - because that's what Verrette's do.


    I'd prefer to live in a place where people where assumed to be competent to take responsibility for their own lives.  If I know that failure to wear a seatbelt will contribute significantly to my injury in the event of a car crash - my insurance company should be able to deny a percentage of a claim I might submit following such an accident.  In legalese, I was guilty of contributory negligence.


    If I smoke and I contract a respiratory problem, likewise, I am responsible for my contribution to the condition.  If I live my life overweight and I suffer as a result, well, I don't have a right to demand that you pay my medical bills or offer me a job as a model.  My choices have consequences.  In other words - my right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness extends only as far as my willingness to acknowledge my responsibility for the choices I make in those pursuits.


    I don't like it that I live in a country where I pay taxes that demean the humanity of my fellow Americans by taking the responsibility for their bad choices away from them.  Right now we are hearing a lot of talk about the people who lost their life savings when the stock they had invested in turns out to be worthless due to corporate fraud.  These people are suffering due to no fault of their own, they were victims of fraud.  But I don't hear anyone talking about a government buyout of their retirement plans.


    My neighbor wants to toss her butt out the window, without taking responsibility for cleaning up the litter along highways or paying for repairs to the vehicle that might incur damage as a result.  Why shouldn't she feel affronted by the demand that she take responsibility for proper disposal of her cigarette butts?  She's never been held accountable before.  She doesn't see it as a matter of protecting everyone's rights - she views this law as elevating the rights of non-smokers above the rights of smokers.


    A few weeks back I had a conversation with a woman who invested for years in corporate stocks that were worth (she thought) about $50 a share.  She just retired and within the past year, she's seen her stock tumble to a value of $3 a share.  But you know the difference?  The woman who had the life-long habit of taking responsibility for living within a budget and using financial discipline to save isn't asking for anything.  She's taking responsibility for making changes in her lifestyle and financial assets to live out her retirement in spite of having been defrauded.  She said, "That's what I get for putting too many eggs in one basket."


    I've heard a lot of chatter about what it means to be an American and whether we are a nation "under God."  I've heard a lot of well-meaning but poorly informed people who claim that the Christian faith was never central to the ideas that undergird American government.  The Judeo-Christian idea of Free Will underpins our entire judicial system, and every step we take away from the understanding of the philosophical foundations on which our country was built is a step away from the right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that the framers of the Declaration of Independence saw as self-evident in the context of a Sovereign Creator over all mankind.

  • I'm Baaaaaack!!


    This has been a long dry spell in my life.  My visit with the extended family was wonderful, but a lot of work.  My Mom is still grieving the loss of her Mom.  But within a period of 60 days, she had 29 overnight guests in her home.  None of them stayed less than three nights, but my brother holds the record - he was there for a month.  I came in on the end of the madness, so while I was there I was in charge of the kitchen, and the dishes, and the vacuuming, and on bedmaking detail, and daily laundry, plus I was homeschooling my kids which takes a couple hours a day . . . you get the picture.


    Now I'm home.  Deep breath, blissful sigh. 

  • Quiltnmomi has LEFT THE BUILDING!


    (at least she SHOULD have left the building by now!)


    This is Fugitive - Quiltnmomi's favorite little sister and hacker extraordinare!  I just thought I would let you guys know that Terri and the kids are on their way to my house and should be here sometime late this evening.  Hope you all have a good day!

  • Well, it's a Monday.  Have I mentioned that I don't like Mondays?  What good thing ever happens on a Monday!  Today I have to take the kids to the dentist.  The appointment is at noon.  Right in the middle of the day.  Not enough time to do anything before the appointment, and too late to start anything after.


    Grouse, grouse, grouse. 


    I've been thinking about my Xanga posts over the weekend.  I've completed more books from my summer reading list, but I don't feel like doing a book report today. 


    We bought a new bathscale yesterday so I can better track my  "getting healthy" progress.  The new scale weighs me heavier than the old one did.  A lot heavier.  It even weighs me heavier than the doctor's scale.  It would be an understatement to say that this has made me feel depressed.  I think it would be more accurate to say I'm in the throes of a full blown hissy fit. - Over a number.


    I know that a number in and of itself doesn't mean anything.  Numbers have to be attached to some context before they become anything more than an interesting squiggle on a piece of paper.  In the past year - according to my doctor's scale I've lost weight.  In fact according to his scale I've lost 35 pounds (and that was after I regained 10 following my Grandmother's death.)  Since February, the scales have remained steady, which is okay.  I need to lose more wieght, but I've been satisfied that if I wasn't losing, I wasn't gaining either.


    Then I got the new scale.  It says that I weigh the same thing that the doctor's scale registered before I ever lost an ounce.  In the past year, I've dropped four sizes, I'm able to be more active, and I'm not having the health problems that prompted me to begin this program - but this morning, I can't feel any satisfaction in these gains.  All I can think about is the number on that scale.


    Have I mentioned that I hate Mondays?