http://picardday.wordpress.com/

http://comics.lucyknisley.com/2010/06/nerd-girls/

Oh, and then also some stuff about nerdery. Man, I love Doctor Who. And science. And books. ooh, and books about science.

I really got nuthin, I just wanted to share those two links.

Remember ( Read more... )

http://www.boingboing.net/2010/06/11/women-scientists-on.html#more

From the comments: “That is what feminism is about. Women doing what interests them because it interests them, not just to prove that women can do it too.”

The original article: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/08/science/08tier.html

I’m so incensed by this topic that I can’t find a ( Read more... )

Friday night, stopped at a gas station an hour outside the city, we wriggled our way out of traveling clothes and into something sexier. We cocked our hats just right, Di and I, and rode into the city with fresh rouge on our faces. When we arrived, the room was packed too tight for breathing, and boys fetched us drinks to further redden our cheeks ( Read more... )

Lecturing My Body

Here's the deal: You
take care of me,
I'll take care of you.
The body's a car
Whatever's-not-the-car,
that's the driver.
Or the car's an animal,
the driver a zookeeper.
The animal's a ditch,
the zookeeper a wheelbarrow.
A wheelbarrow bringing
tobacco, whiskey
& even love because,
well, just because.

Jefferson

I feel like I’m missing out, sometimes. Never a sunset flash, never Northerly enough to see those lights, never the eerie eye of the storm.

What do I have to trade? A desert white-out. Hot wind that haunts my bones. The silence of snow falling in July. Summer hail bouncing from a redwood deck. The ghostly beauty of a lightning strike on a lake. A ( Read more... )

I know this girl. I used to think she was smart, insightful, a bit naïve. Now I think she is a racist, anti-feminist, annoyingly religious hypocrite. And I thought, for a while, that I should keep her around, just to point out the other side. I don’t think that anymore. I think we are judged by the company we keep, and I choose not to associate ( Read more... )

You ask why poets speak so often
In the language of goodbyes.
It’s because beginnings take them by surprise.
Love comes and hammers them,
And then the poor fools are lost for words.
They abandon their pens, and their fingers
Itch for other things: buttons, nipples, zips -
For everything but the poor abandoned pen.

Shawna and I went to see The Language Archive at SCR on Tuesday night.  SCR showcases some of the best new plays out there, and this one was no exception. I liked the set; Shawna did not. The costumes were very funny, and lent a Wes Anderson-vibe to the production. We both LOVED the Ellowan characters, Alta and Resten, especially, which was ( Read more... )

My street is all giant trees and old dense bushes, and mornings have become very loud with the birds who inhabit them.

The current residents include:

Mourning Doves
Blackbird(heard but not seen)
American Crow(we have a MASSIVE population, which pleases me greatly)
Anna's Humingbird
Bushtit
Mockingbird
American Sparrow
Green Parrot of some stripe or other( ( Read more... )