We're thinking of a 2/4 exacta box on the 8th at Aqueduct today. That's Cavallo Pazzo and Run thruthe Sun.
Speaking of horses, the latest report at the Bolton Center website tells us that Barbaro is doing fine after a slight setback last week. He's had a lot of work done on both his legs at this point. Barbaro sure does have a survivor's instinct.
Speaking of survival, we're in the midst of composing a piece of writing for the Chain Links series. What is this piece of writing? It's an eco-journal catalogue of sorts called "How to Survive on Land and Sea" and it makes use of a number of entries from this very here blog.
Stay tuned for more details about the project, and meanwhile, if you're in San Francisco, you can check out the SF Poets Theatre tonight at Small Press Traffic. We believe that you will be able to see a play written by Lisa of Lisablog, directed by Kevin Killian, and starring a number of San Francisco's luminescent poetry beings.
The big news of the day? It's my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday Jenn! You Rock!
That's all for today. We'll be checking in from Alabama next week, that's right, Alabama. Bet you never thought you'd see the Lisablog Alabama Report.
Peace out people, and eat George Bush, Dick Cheney, everyone in the CIA, but don't eat the factory farmed chickens!
Paul "Horned-Owl" McC. sent this along. Some excellent links in this piece. Get active folks. Congress is in session. Time to write to your congress-peops to remind them about stuff like polar bear protection and impeachment of dumb asses.
Watching the weather - change
Judith D. Schwartz
Friday, December 29
It's been happening a lot during this oddly balmy December. While out walking my dog I'll pass a stranger who remarks, "Beautiful weather for this time of year, isn't it," and shakes his head gloomily.
Or another dog-walker who says, "Great day to be out with the dog," and then, ill at ease, turns away. You see, weather has always been a staple of innocuous small talk. But the persistent strangeness of our weather, and what we fear is its cause, is something we don't know how to talk about. Hence the discomfort.
How can we begin to talk about climate change? It's too big to wrap your head around. Melting glaciers. Rising oceans. Hurricanes and draughts on a biblical scale. And yet here we are, immersed in our vehicle-dependent, plugged-in lives. What do we do?
If ever there was a time we needed leadership, this is it. And yet, as polar bears scramble in vain for solid ice and migratory birds stop migrating, President Bush has said little about global warming except to deny it. As long as we've got this administration, we're stuck with a through-the-looking-glass world where a "Clear Skies Initiative" means weakening the Clean Air Act, and 90 percent of scientists - that is, virtually all those except for the ones who've been paid off - must be wrong because the president says so.
Meanwhile, we're at war. And aside from the horrendous loss of life and devastation to a region, another casualty of war is the environment. Think of the huge use of fuel to train, transport, arm, and support hundreds of thousands of troops and contractors and move heavily armored vehicles around the desert. The billions spent on the Iraq war would arguably have been better put toward developing cleaner alternatives to fossil fuels.
This costly war was unnecessary (and perhaps illegal). And the notion of pre-emptive strike as a pretext for war has once again raised the specter of limited nuclear war. Research now suggests that even a small regional nuclear conflict could provoke devastating climate changes throughout the world. This brings new meaning to the term "collateral damage." But does our president seem inclined to end the Iraq war or stop developing weapons? Hardly.
Clearly those of us concerned about global warming need to go elsewhere for guidance.
Fortunately, there are a few voices in the wilderness: the Union of Concerned Scientists, the Natural Resources Defense Council, and, famously, Al Gore. Plus Web-based groups like stopglobalwarming.org, which has organized a half-million people in a "virtual march", Energize America ( www.ea2020.org ), and climatecrisis.net. We all need to listen to such voices and inform ourselves about the issues and learn what we can do as individuals. Then start making noise and urging our representatives to take action. The new balance of power in the Senate and House presents an opportunity for concerned citizens to be heard. We have to begin on a grassroots level-while we still have grass and that grass still has roots.
And all of us need to find the courage to talk about climate change and bring our awareness of it into our daily lives.
There are those who do speak frankly about this growing crisis: kids. The other day, my eleven-year-old son and his friend looked outside and sneered at the rain. "It used to snow a lot," his friend said. "But that was before this global warming thing." They both shrugged.
Our children are inheriting this world. We can't just shrug. We owe it to them not to.
Judith D. Schwartz of peacetrain lives in Bennington.
Here's an interesting article from The UK Guardian regarding the Starbucks that is in the Forbidden City: Xingbake. The Chinese have decide that they like the coffee, but they don't want the freaky American stuff cluttering up the emperor's digs.
Here's the news people. Firstly, from the New York Times:
CAIRO, Jan. 16: The botched hanging of Saddam Hussein and two lieutenants in Iraq by its Shiite-led government has helped to accelerate Sunni-Shiite sectarianism across an already fragile Middle East, according to experts across the region.
The chaotic executions and the calm with which Mr. Hussein confronted the gallows and mocking Shiite guards have bolstered his image among many of his fellow Sunni Muslims.
But something else is happening too: a pan-Muslim unity that surged after the summer war between Israel and Hezbollah, the Lebanese Shiite militia, is waning.
And while political analysts and government officials in the region say the spreading Sunni disillusionment with Shiites and their backers in Iran will benefit Sunni-led governments and the United States, they and others worry that the tensions could start to balkanize the region as they have in Iraq itself.
"The reality of the current situation is that we are approaching an open Sunni-Shiite conflict in the region," said Emad Gad, a specialist in international relations at the government-financed Al Ahram Center for Political and Strategic Studies in Cairo. "And Egypt will also be a part of it as a part of the Sunni axis. No one will be able to avoid or escape it."
Yes, I agree that GWB was a lot more fun when he was confined to Texas.
Now, other news. Bruise of the day. It's actually bruises of the day in the form of several forearm bruises, thanks to Sempai Joseph and his ideas about traditional Kyokushin training. We've been practicing Soto (Chudan) Uke blocks on each other. That's an outside block to protect the middle of the body. Good stuff.
Meanwhile, find the cat in the box:
This is Zoe's tea box and it is now Harry's domain.
Other Sunnyside news, check out these bagels:
The bagels were retrieved on the curb outside our favorite freegan bagel shop last night. Another example of the mega-waste of humans. The bagels are now in the fridge and in the freezer and all over the apartment. We're thinking of making bagel furniture. If you are in Queens and you need bagels, stop by and we'll give you some.
We picked the bagels up on our way home from the Wallace Berman Circle Semina Show:
Wow, this is a MUST SEE show. Works by Jess, Duncan, Berman, Herms, the whole gang. It's at the NYU Grey Galllery at 100 Washington Square East. Really a treat. GO THERE.
And finally, some very nice news: the good people of Lisablog recently made contact with our second or third or fourth cousin Kim. She has been sending along some very excellent family photos. Here's my great-grandma on my dad's side. She came from Poland to Buffalo in 1905. Her name was Katarina Gardon (she married John Panczykowski) and she was an expert chicken farmer. We hope to someday continue the chicken farming legacy.
We're on our way to karate class. Bruise of the day is a forearm bruise from practicing our Jodan Uke block (that's a rising high block). We've been practicing our blocks with a bamboo stick coming at us, hence the forearm bruise. Coming tomorrow: bruise of the day will likely be a shin bruise. Stay tuned for this exciting story.
On the plastic bag front, we the good people of Lisablog have a suggestion for all of you. Charge yourself a dollar for every plastic bag you bring into the house. We guarantee you'll start to be more mindful. We now have eight dollars in our plastic bag fund which we will use to purchase a new compact fluroescent lightbulb.
We made a soap-to-tea trade with our friend Zoe and she sent us this most amazing stuff. Here's her website: Wind Flower Botanicals
Soap: there is a new batch of Oatmeal Clary Sage soap. The soaps have been selling out fast, so we made some extra this time. Oatmeal Clary Sage is one of the bigger hits in the line. Clary sage is a happy fragrance, kind of fruity, kind of smoky, and the steel cut oats make it a great massage soap-- lots of texture.
Robert Duncan: The readers reports are in on the Robert Duncan book and we're set to do the final footnoting edits. You, the good people of Lisablog, will have a chance to see select chapters of the book very soon. We're going to start downloading parts of it to the Robert Duncan page. The book will very likely stay on schedule, which means you'll see it in a bookstore near you in the autumn.
Other news: the UN reports 34,000 dead civilians in Iraq last year, and we, the good people of Lisablog, would like to remind you to write to your congress person to suggest IMPEACHMENT.
From Brother Tony, another good New York City Event
A Conversation on Immigration
With Amy Goodman and Deepa Fernandes
January 25, 2006
Cooper Union's Great Hall
7 East 7th Street
Third Avenue (Between 6th and 7th Sts.)
Subway: Astor Place (6), 8th Street (N, R, W)
"Democracy Now!" host Amy Goodman joins award-winning radio broadcaster and "Wakeup Call" host Deepa Fernandes to discuss her new book: Targeted: Homeland Security and the Business of Immigration (Seven Stories Press).
The conversation will examine the new American immigrant experience, the human struggle behind the current immigration debate, and ask the burning question: In the Democratic controlled Congress, can we expect a better deal for immigrants?
My friend Jennifer has a new book out and she'll be out west this week reading from it. It's a totally killer book. And she's reading with Dodie B in SF! Wow: now there's a hot program:
SAN FRANCISCO, CA--To launch the highly-anticipated second novel from Jennifer Natalya Fink, V, She Devil Press/Suspect Thoughts Press is proud to announce the following multiple-author LA and Bay Area events in January 2007.
Wednesday, January 17, 3:00 pm
Jennifer Natalya Fink (Burn, V)
University of Southern California
Taper Hall of Humanities, 4th Floor Seminar Room
Los Angeles, California
For further info or directions, contact email@example.com
Thursday, January 18, 7:30 pm
Jennifer Natalya Fink (Burn, V)
with Dodie Bellamy (Academonia, Pink Steam)
2275 Market Street, San Francisco
Friday, January 19, 7:30 pm
Jennifer Natalya Fink (Burn, V)
with Mattilda aka Matt Bernstein Sycamore (Nobody Passes, Pulling Taffy)
Laurel Book Store
4100 MacArthur Boulevard, Oakland
Saturday, January 20, 8:00 pm
Jennifer Natalya Fink (Burn, V)
with Daphne Gottlieb (Jokes and the Unconscious, Final Girl)
Dog Eared Books
900 Valencia Street, San Francisco
by Jennifer Natalya Fink
Fiction, 5X8, 184 pages, $16.95
ISBN-10: 0-9771582-9-2, ISBN-13: 978-0-9771582-9-4
She Devil Press/Suspect Thoughts Press
“A peculiar—and peculiarly moving—novel.”
—Steve Almond, author of Candyfreak
S?o Paulo, Brazil: 1954. A monkey, escaping the destruction of its native rain forest, runs into Veronica Segall’s living room as she crushes her hand in the kitchen door a la Saint Veronica. A hat, a social climber manufactured in Peru but with pretenses to Paris, watches disapprovingly from his box. A gun, lying in a drawer unoiled and long forgotten, snaps to attention. And a man, an Englishman, one Henry Baxter, engineer, bridge-builder, and melancholic composer of unsent postcards, discovers Veronica and her voice in a coffee shop as he chews an elephant ear pastry.
As the story unfolds, monkeys mourn, hats remember, guns regret, and Veronica’s voice invades Henry’s ears. The voice—perhaps the voice of loss, perhaps the voice of God—itself becomes a character, mourning and desiring every bit as much as the characters it possesses.
V is based on a story legendary in the author's family about their mysterious Brazilian relatives and their lives in a post-war S?o Paulo Jewish community. Like most family myths, the story changes every time it is told. In Fink’s deft hands, this myth is transformed into a story of the human will to survive, and the equally compelling (and fatally human) impulse toward self-destruction.
Hello People. Welcome to a foggy Sunnyside Sunday.
News from the Mount Tremper Manse: we have chipmunks in our attic.
News from Catskill Organics: there's a new soap called Citrus Something Or Other. It's made with orange blossom water and lime zest and organic coconut oil and olive oil and safflower oil. Not much scent actually. It's a good soap for the mellow minimalists out there. It will be ready for use on February 11th: