Obama: Change

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Obama you said things were going to be DIFFERENTChange, you ran and were elected for Change, not change. I can almost understand some of your compromises, but this? This isn’t about lives, or morals, this is about MoneyMoney doesn’t see color, all it sees is greed. Obama, beneath that lovely dark skin I think you are the same color as all the other old rich bastards running this country, Green.

I am talking about Net Neutrality, I will not go Silently into this good night.

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I had a talk with a colored woman the other day. She’s older and seems very comfortable with talking about the obvious differences between people. I’d never really thought of Oregon as a racist place, seems I might be a little off the mark.

She could tell me little stories that obvious showed her witnessing or being the subject of racism. She seemed to look at it as being a minority rather than just being black, and had grown up in DC. It was really upsetting to listen to, and left me thinking about what really is the difference between white and anything else, really? (I happen to be white so of course my mind starts there as self centered a point to take as it maybe.)

Before we ended our conversation I told her about how I’d grown up in a very small town and never really knew anyone of color until middle school. I then told her how I’d always been fascinated with people with darker skin colors and tightly curled hair. To me those are beautiful traits, and if I could design myself I would at the lest have hair more like a colored person than my own. (I didn’t say that I would like to have hair like her’s but we did talk about the difference in her hair and my own. In fact we started talking because she had complimented my hair cut and I had in turn told her how lovely I found her hair to be.)

But I digress, I was telling her about having not grown up around people of color and then there being a young girl of my age  who moved into town. Luck even had it that we shared a home-room class, and even more lucky that this young girl was Jennifer Cartwright. I can still remember approaching her with little tact and much gusto, telling her that I thought she was really beautiful and asking if I could please touch her skin. Jennifer was nice enough to let me, and just smiled. I was very, very excited, and obviously it has stayed with me.

The lady I was talking to smiled at the story and said she was glad I’d had that experience. When we went to part ways I told her “Thank you for talking with me, I don’t often get this chance and I really enjoyed it.” She seemed a bit embarrassed but squeezed my hand warmly, telling me that she had enjoyed our talk as well. I look forward to seeing here again at Temple, and getting to know her, and the other people I’m meeting there.

The point I want to make is that for me it seems silly that there is racism going on here in Oregon. We aren’t the south who must still struggle with what we were raised with, or are we? Most my friends have been fairly open minded and at lest openly accepting of people of all races. Every time I have encountered racism in someone I love or care about it has caused me great pause, and in some cases to completely change my opinion of a person.

I know that this is a part of the culture that I belong to, and yet my heart rebels at the mere thought. To think that just the color of a person’s skin, the shape of their eyes, their genetic disposition to grow facial hair or to have dark hair could influence so greatly their personality and their innate morals as to make them a subject of ridicule is just something that I cannot understand. I can understand not liking some of the cultural practices of other peoples, but not liking an entire race? I just don’t understand.

People are people. We all want and need the same basic things in life. Why must we give into the reptilian parts of our brain and continue in this small minded endeavor? Love, while often harder, is the more rewarding path.

Be brave, Chose Love.

 

Apartheid: The Tyranny of Racism Made Law

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When we fall off of a horse we have two basic choices; we can either give up horse back ridding, or we can get back on and try again. There have been many times that I’ve fallen off the wagon so to speak,


Falling Down

my vice is nothing so viciously poisonous as being addicted to tobacco or alcohol, though still dangerous; I am addicted to being big.

I have accepted, many times in my life, that I am a heavy-set woman, and just as many times I have railed against it and sworn that I would change my ways. I am now a quarter of a century old and, as the saying goes, I’m not getting any younger. I feel that now is the time, now before I turn twenty-six, to truly start the habits that will lead to healthy and permanent weight lose.

All of my old excuses have been taken care of, I can no longer hide behind them. I must face the facts and be brave enough to embrace change. For that is, for myself at lest, at the heart of the issue. I am not a person who deals well with personal change. I find it hard to mend my ways and to create new habits. Now though, now is the time to set down the frame-work for how I want to live the rest of my life. I often find myself saying that I feel I have accomplished nothing in all my years, but if I can accomplish something it will give a meaning to what now seems to be meaning-less.

As I face the fears of traversing a large and new city to find a job I can distract myself with goals that suddenly seem far less threatening and frightening. Committing to hula hoop for an hour each day is far less frightening than getting on the bus and walking about new neighborhoods.  Eating in and making healthy meals is far less daunting a task than going to job interviews and dealing with the potential of rejection. I can do this, I can lose weight, be healthy, and find a job I don’t hate. I can do this.

I’m lucky that when @WenderSnaven and I moved for him to go to school, it put us in the greater Portland metro area. Here I have many friends, one of whom has already asked to hoop dance with me once a week, and is currently working very hard to get in shape and be healthy. I have other friends up here, and some of them too are trying to make changes in their lives that have to do with eating and exercise as well. I have a support group. If I try, if I educate myself, then this time I can meet my goals.


Hooping it up

As Americans, and perhaps even as Westerners in general, we are taught to have very poor relationships with food and exercise. We are not taught the importance of getting outside, not as a nation or a culture. There are so very many important reasons to go out-of-doors, the sun nurtures us, the sights of nature sooths us, and the sounds of the rest of the world remind us that we are not alone. Getting up and moving is just as important. We are built for action, our ancestors were hunters and gathers, people who had to work very physically, and very hard to survive. Exercise helps our bodies to produce the chemicals that make us feel happy and well, and it in fact keeps us healthy and ready to fight sickness.

I am not going to meet some of the goals I had already set out for myself in regards to weight loss, but I am not going to quit. I want to get healthy, I want to be an example to my lover, and to others. I don’t just want to be thin, I want to be healthy, I want to feel good. I am ready.

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The Gambian pouched rat is not a rat. Rather, it is not what those of us in the ‘Western World’ think of when we think of rats. Cricetomys gambianusm, the technical name for the pouched rat, are the largest muroidea, have pouches in their cheeks, and are native to most parts of Africa. Further more, they are not domesticated as our ‘brown rats’ are; these are wild animals that are sometimes kept as pets, and more recently used at work animals.

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The wars in Africa have left the people with man problems, many of them very hard to solve. Finding and disabling landmines is among one of the most dangerous and important issues faced by the African people. Dogs have long been trained to do this sort of work, but dogs are big, weigh enough to set off the mines, expensive to train and to house, and well you start to see the issues. APOPO is a group that has come up with a way to handle these issues, giant pouched rats.

These African counter parts to the brown rat are seen in much the same light as rodents the world over: dirty, disease carries, and little destroyers. It can be hard to get people to see them for what they really are, to convince people rats are not the enemy; fleas were the real culprit in the Black Plague tragedy. It is just as hard to deny the amazing work that the giant rats have done though, and the creatures are slowly making a name for themselves as Heros, the APOPO calls their rat unit just that, HeroRATs.

It is an apt name for them, they have proved to be an effective way to clear the landscape of mines. Elliot C. McLaughlin writes for CNN on Sept 8th 2010;

In 2008 and 2009, about 30 state-accredited HeroRATs, their noses a twitter, scampered across more than a million square meters of Mozambican land, ferreting out almost 400 mines and other ordnance. The U.N. says 9.6 million square meters still needed to be cleared in 2009.

That is nothing to be brushed away because the creatures doing the sniffing are rodents, and only goes to show that they are helpful misunderstood animals. The rats take less time to train, are cheaper to feed and house, and are also immune to many of the diseases that dogs suffer from in Africa. This last point is due to the pouched rats being native to the areas they are working in Africa. The HeroRATs are not a replacement for dogs, but a wonderful compliment.

It doesn’t stop there APOPO is also training their rats to detect tuberculosis and to work as search and rescue animals. There seem to be many ways that man can benefit from a symbiotic relationship with these small intelligent creatures.

APOPO HeroRAT rat getting food reward

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When I read the CNN article I thought to myself, ‘Geez, wouldn’t it be neat to have one of these little dears as a pet?’ I then looked over at my two handsome little brown rats and tried to imagine them much bigger, with cheek pouches full of nuts and so on. It was very easy to found some basic information on keeping the giant gambian rats as pets.

It seems that they have been kept as pets in the U.S. and U.K. for some time. They are even considered an invasive species in some parts of the States, mainly in Florida. Somehow, enough of the little guys got loose down in the Florida Keys and Grassy Key to form a breeding population. There is a real worry that they might somehow reach the Everglades and from there much of the rest of the United states. They would compete with indigenous wild life for food and could wreak havoc on the native ecosystem. They were also thought to be carriers for, and responsible for, the 2003 monkey pox out break and were banned in America from that point tell 2008. While they can now be owned here in the states they cannot be imported. (Wiki Source) I would guess that later on we could see an increase in genetic issues in the U.S. population of Gambian rats due to the limited gene pool. I didn’t read anything about that in my research though.

As far as actually getting one, well I don’t think I will be any time soon. Giant pouched rats need a lot more space than little brown rats. They are also wild animals and absolutely require daily handling and play time, no question about that. They are also far bigger than brown rats measuring in at about two feet long and weighing four lbs. (Source) That is a lot of rat. They are not the sort of pet you can leave unattended for any amount of time, and I can’t think of anyone I know who would make a good sitter for one should I want to go away for a weekend. However, they have such adorable faces, and sound like truly rewarding pets. I have always said I want a bigger rat, that I want to be able to walk my rat, and so forth. So does my future hold giant HeroRATs in it? With a seven-year life span it’s a rather tempting choice so I say maybe, I’m not ruling them out.

Rats are amazing little creatures, animals that many people still see as dirty or mean. In the wild, yes rats will bite, but they do that to protect themselves, not out of spite or malice. Those are complex emotions that humans have, not something that gentle animals understand. Rats make wonderful companions, and the brown rat is a rather forgiving pet with a three-year life span that makes them a wonderful first pet. So while I don’t suggest you run out and get a gambian, I do suggest you give thought to adopting a brown rat. Perhaps that’s another blog.

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I’m not a vegan, vegetarian, activist, radical, or anything else. I’m just an average person, I don’t always do everything that I can to live ‘green’, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think about the health and well-being of the world around me. While I’m horrified about what the 2010 gulf oil spill has done to my fellow Americans, and people all over the word, I’m even more aghast at how this is effecting animals.

This series of pictures posted to Bostin.com on June 3rd sums up a lot of what I’ve seen. It has been a personal choice of mine not to go looking for many pictures, I don’t think my crying will help anyone, and my imagination is bad enough on its own. There are videos on youtube, and lots of articles about the devastation, and I’ve seen enough to know that now, more than ever, we need to get behind renewable and environmentally safe energy.

I understand that the change over will be economically painful, but we need to do this. It’s not a choice of should we or shouldn’t we, it’s a question of will we clean up our act or won’t we. When humans live in their own filth and refuse to clean up after themselves one of the first reactions of others is to question the mental stability of that person. Chosing not to clean up our act in regards to energy and the environment in general is just like living in a pit of our own filth in my opinion. If there is intelligent life out there watching us I’d say that there is a fair chance that they are questioning our mental stability right now, for more than the listed reasons in all likely hood.

The headline making BP spill is not the only accident that has happened in the gulf, and in fact another rig exploded not that long afterwards. I’m talking about the Mariner Energy’s shallow water rig. You can find more information about that situation in this New York Times article published on Sept 3rd. (Here is a link to their press release)There have been many accidents in the gulf, but usually the effects are not so keenly felt by Americans.

Recently BP changed CEOs and conducted an investigation into how the April tragedy started. It seems that it was their own fault, and that they are taking credit for their mistake. It seems that some gauges were incorrect and that let to incorrect actions being taken. Great.

This is our chance, our eyes have been opened, again, to the dangers of fossil fuels. This is a non-renewable resource. It is dangerous to acquire, and the penalty for mistakes in handling it is often death. And not just for the humans who chose to take the chance but for our children who have no voice, and for the animals that cannot even begin to understand what choices we have made for them. We share this world with every other living being whether it is ‘intelligent’ or not. And just as we see a responsibility to care for those humans who are less able to care for themselves due to physical and mental impairments do we not have just as much a responsibility to care for the other living beings on this planet who must suffer for our choices? It’s time to grow up, and start cleaning up after ourselves, better yet, we ought to learn how not to make a mess in the first place.

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So I have a blog half written, and saved in draft, about how kick ass it was to have my pictures taken by Dani. But . . . . sometimes I get stage fright. I know you’re all like,  ’What she talkin’ ’bout?’ Cause everyone who reads this talks like that. Hey don’t judge it’s a nationally recognized language, yeah not just a separate english dialect, Ebonics is a whole other language. Anyways I digress. :3

Stage Fright

Sometimes I get stage fright. See when I was out with Dani doing all the fun picture stuff she started saying really nice things to me, and that sometimes makes me a little weird. (No ones fault.) Then she told me that she in fact reads my blog here. And that started a snowball effect; See I don’t always edit my blogs as well as I should, and you know this if you’ve been reading my stuff at all, in addition I have no shame and just sort of ramble about anything that comes to mind. I have some very strong views and I have no problem sharing them with people. Except when I look up to that person.

I’ve known of Dani since high school and always thought she was a very fun, and very cool person. She has a way of carrying herself that draws the eye and keeps it on herself. Her sense of style and fashion is very indie/unique/cool, not sure indie is right but yeah. She was the receptionist/Assistant manager at Jefferson Manor when I worked there the first time, and that was when I got to know her. I can’t describe the awesome, vibrant, and yet quiet grace that I see when I interact with this woman. And let me tell you it stuck with me. She’s talented, kind and thoughtful, three things that I have always aspired to be.

So I started to write a blog about how much fun I had with this wonderful person and choked up. I can’t tell you how many times the blog has come into my head in the last few weeks. I spend a lot of time at my computer these days, and have had plenty of chances to complete it. But I’ve not done that any more than I’ve attempted to come up with a reason to see her again. It would really be great to get to hang out with Dani and her SO, it sounds like he’s a really fun guy and I think @WenderSnaven and him would have some common ground to talk about. Fact is I don’t feel like I’m in the same league.

All I have to show for myself at this point in my life is dreams. I’ve not really done anything with my life yet, (See earlier whiny blog) and though dreams are wonderful, I’m 25 and I want to have something that I can say I’ve accomplished. And I don’t want it to be, ‘I’ve got this job that I hate, I come home and cry because my body hurts and my heart is breaking.’

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I’m going to stop here for the most part, there’s no need to drone on. Really what’s important is that regardless of some of the negative feelings I have about myself at this point in my life there are  people around me who love me and  feel very positively about me. I’m very thankful to these people, and to Isaac Asimov. :3

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PS See Dani’s awesome weekly self Portrait challenge here

The old theme I was using didn’t let me do a lot of the things I wanted, and the background I’d made was really very bright and gaudy. I’m digging this new set up, and I think the Header that Zimmie helped me make works here too. <3

I am working on a new entry about the amazing time I had getting my picture taken by Dani Photography, it should be up in a few days.

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