Tuesday, January 27, 2009

He was no longer productive, anyway

The next time you hear one of those "entitled" whiners who expect something for nothing from their government, remind them of what will happen to their ass if they ever become a non-productive member of society; remind them of Marvin Schur. That freeloader clearly expected society to take up his slack and pay his outstanding $1,100 electric bill. How dare he! NO ONE is entitled to help unless they can help themselves! You have to pay to play in this society and unless you can demonstrate through hard earned cash value that you have paid for the privilege of living, then you get what you deserve. Right?



Disgusting.

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Saturday, January 24, 2009

Anticlimatic in America

God* knows, I like redundancy and pedantry. I do, and I'm self aware enough to know it and carefree enough to admit it. So, while I thought about writing about the recent bad comments made by Chris Matthews and Keith Olbermann** about disability, I've decided to leave that those whom have already written about it. I'm so magnanimous.

Truthfully, there is just too much to tell. As ever, I dig:

Did you hear prolonged screaming from the area of Lovers Lane and Abrams on Thursday? No? That's because I hired a former student (hi Timmy! hi!) to help me take the rest of the pavers to the back and use the Giant Blades for Cutting. If I had not done that, I would have been the one who uncovered the two snakes under a paver and I would have screamed like a little girl. For hours.

I now know why the call a certain breed? genus? of worm "Red Wigglers." They don't just wiggle, they do back flips. Wheeeeee! back flip into the compost pile!

The Giant Blades for Cutting were not so much for cutting as they were for churning. They might have needed sharpening, which seems like something you could totally do with a knife sharpener. What? it sounded reasonable.

It's amazing how quickly you can go from the "cool professor" to the "crazy professor" just by a few choice words muttered/yelled/screamed when new ivy growth is found.

Having panic attacks about where to build paths in the front garden in the middle of Home Depot is a fun time for all.

Yelling "run for your liiiiiiiiiiiiife!" at your neighbor's three-year-old daughter when you uncover a brown recluse spider is not a terribly effective strategy for getting said child away from said evil spider; it tends to just scare her to tears.

I don't think it's the black hat with large red rose, pasty white legs with pattern***, bright yellow plastic gloves, polka-dot wellies and bike shorts**** outfit that causes my neighbor to grab her three-year-old daughter and run inside when she sees me venture out to garden.

I've just learned that it is a very bad idea to Google for "garden snakes." Especially if you do so by clicking on the Google "images" button. Also, the phone should definitely not ring right as you click on this image.

I used to dream about shoes; now I dream about gardening. I'm far stronger and more productive in my dreams.

So, what does one do with two garden snakes found in one's garden? Let them go in the neighbor's yard, of course.

*I think it's kind of funny that my expletive or calling-on-authority choice of words is usually related to something I cannot commit to believing in. perhaps I should say, instead: "Kant knows..."
**In searching for a small snippet of the thing Keithy said rather than linking the entire segment I ran across a blog from two years ago that mentioned my blog friend, Attila the Mom. See? connected in weird ways, we are.
***No, that is not me in that picture. I would not burden the neighborhood with something like that if it were. Seriously! I wouldn't! I draw the line at eccentric outfits. I swear!
****Yes, yes I did wear bike shorts.

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

An open letter to my Senator, John Cornyn

Dear Senator Cornyn,

I am not one to call people names, even on my worst days. However, I think I will make an exception in your case: You are an ass. I am ashamed to call you my Senator and I am disgusted by your harmful, disgraceful behavior in reference to the Obama nominations. Congratulations for doing your part to further divide this country and force us down the rabbit hole of degradation to our country.

You will go down in history as the ass you are. I look forward to the day when we can call you nothing but an embarrassing footnote in our proud Texas history. Enjoy your time on the subfloor of the waste bin of history with George Bush, Dick Cheney, Karl Rove, Alberto Gonzalez, Donald Rumsfeld, Tom Ridge, John Ashcroft and Osama Bin Laden. You deserve each other. Ass.

Sincerely calling you an ass, ass,

Liesl McQuillan

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I made a funny.

Yes, Scarlett, all is still right in the world...

...for, I dig. Shall we?

Do you think it's odd that one of my neighbors, a man I do not know, screeched to a halt in front of our house today to tell me I am working too hard and making him tired because every time he drives by I am digging something up? I'm sure I had a totally guilty look on my face since I was holding the root ball for a plant I had just purged from the vine-massed ground.

Speaking of neighbors: It's amazing how quickly next door neighbors will come running over to tell you to put the chain saw down before they call your husband when you attempt to just shave off a little piece of this and a little piece of that in the front yard. What? it looked easy.

Centipedes are not worms. Because centipedes are not worms, you should not give one to your neighbor's three-year-old daughter who is helping you dig for worms. Her mother might not appreciate that.

I should totally have a fabulous gardening hat. Something like this:



I'm not saying that's the hat I bought on ebay and got in the mail today and wore with such finesse outside this afternoon whilst digging in the dirt; I'm just saying I like it.

Yelling: "How does it grow on concrete, under concrete? How?" at your mother when you discover vinca major growing on the pavement under a paving stone might scare her a tiny bit. She might suddenly remember a desperate need to go to the grocery store, right-now-see-you-later-bye-bye!

The ivy is taunting me. It has worked its way into the bamboo in the backyard and it managed to get into the one spot where I can't get to it. It knew this. It knew that was the spot where it could live and twine and do its evil things with impunity. It taunts me with its evil ways.

The admin assistants at work do not want to hear all about how Richland missed the boat in canceling the horticultural program. They might have better things to do.

The four scariest words in my vocabulary are: "I have a vision." Or, so I've heard.

Talking to your cat through the window (Who's mama's baby? Are you mama's baby? Oh yes you are! Oh yes you are! There's mama's Pearlykins!) makes your neighbors think you're not just the crazy gardening lady, but also the crazy cat lady.

Gardening boots can absolutely be worn to a party. I should know.

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Monday, January 19, 2009

Almost...

Driving home today I saw two cars in a row with Obama stickers. The first was the blue campaign sticker that was the one seen most often. We had two of those signs in our yard. The second one was one I had ordered but didn't put on my car because I didn't think it was blatant enough. (I put this one on my car) I think I was wrong about the lack of forcefulness in the second sticker.






Yes, I do.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Take it like a person

This is the reason I will never identify myself as a "feminist:"



Leaving aside Naomi Wolff, who often goes beyond reason in her verbal diarrhea, the idea that a man can't be a supporter of women's rights, or that Obama is a misogynist is just ludicrous. Even aside from that, the idea that there is such a thing as women's rights is ludicrous in itself. The separation for clarity and to underscore the necessity of fighting for equal rights for everyone is valid; but to use that separation as a separation in ipsum, is going to do far more harm than it could ever do good. It is the same for any group of people: if you claim special status because you are what you are, not because you have been discriminated against, you are claiming more than what others have and more than the discriminators have. That is the very nature of discrimination. (Once there is an amelioration of inequity, special status ceases to exist, so don't think this is an argument against affirmative action.) Good lord! isn't it obvious that as soon as we say there is a difference in us because we are one thing, we enforce the idea of a false value, created by opportunity?

Just in case I'm not being clear because I am quite tired:

1. Human rights exist.
2. I am a human.
3. Therefore, I have human rights.

It seems to me that if you are going to argue for women's rights, you must first decide that rights exist in a form that is necessary and valid for human beings. If you are, then, a human being but also a woman, how can you claim those rights are anything outside of the basic right shared by all? So, if equal access to the law is a right we are assumed to have in society, then no woman should have access to law outside of that right. However, there is one very important subtlety in this argument: Equal access and stated equal access are two entirely different things. You can say we all have equal access or rights, but unless we actually do have them, the statement is meaningless. That is the one reason I think we should continue to advocate on behalf of different groups, but not a reason to continue the separation once equality has been actualized.

Here's the problem I see: There is no way Amy Siskind is a person who supports women and their rights if she is only willing to allow a woman to be featured as a person who supports women's rights simply because she has a vagina and boobs. We are more than vaginas and boobs, as we so stridently pointed out in the last election. To assume that only a woman can represent a woman is simply stupid. Yes, I said it: it's stupid. The narrator of the piece claims that Siskind believes men can be feminists, but that is certainly not born out by her interview: "The problem with the cover is, it's a man standing in a Super Man pose. And, thank you, but the women of this country can stand up for themselves." That giant whooshing noise Ms. Siskind might be hearing is the point flying way over her head. Maybe it was the self important smirking she was so valiantly practicing that caused her to miss it.

I'll state this once and be done with it: The fight for equality cannot end with an "ism." We either Are or we Are Not, and no amount of exclusion through labeling or qualification will make us a part of the liberty we possess in equality.

Friday, January 16, 2009

The most depressing thing I've ever seen

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Aurelius Wormicus

Before we get to the post, let me point you to something very cool. I've been featured on Blognosh in the Politics category. Check out the other features, too. Oh, the head does swell in these times of praise. Perhaps it is time for some more garden battle to remind myself of just how weak and ineffectual I am in this life. *sigh*

No more talk of faith, tools that are dull or logic for today. No, it's time to talk about something else much, much more full of crazy. Once again, it is time for things I've learned in the epic garden battle:

I will absolutely become side tracked by noticing that the former owners used some rather high quality gravel in the back yard. How? I will sit there for hours sorting through it so that we can use it in the paths we will be building in the front yard. Only the dying of the light will stop me.

We have a disturbing lack of worms in our soil; so, when I come across a large population of them huddled around the crapemyrtle tree, I will diligently excavate the surrounding soil, transferring the worms to potted plants so that they don't suffer the agonies of cutting into small bits that the Giant Blades for Cutting up evil will most assuredly cause.

Some worms are faster than others.

Attempting to do this dance (around 2:30) while listening to your Shuffle is probably not a good idea when keeping yourself upright is a challenge. Also, people walking by might think you're having a seizure.

Worms are also really stretchy.

Attempting to do this dance (around 2:55) and practically yelling, "How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?" is generally frowned upon in nice neighborhoods.

Just because a neighbor stops to say hello does not mean they want to hear all about the projects you're planning or the evil that is ivy.

Singing this song at the top of your lungs, really getting into at around 3:00, is really, really, really not appreciated by anyone, most of all people who can hear you blocks away.

It turns out that even the people who track and eradicate invasive plants in Texas get tired of hearing about all of the invasives you have in your yard. This is especially true when there are other people wanting to talk to them and you are monopolizing them with grand stories of vast battles and temporary victories.

I should never, never, never try to do the Beyonce butt dance move. Ever.

Screaming "OHMYGOD!" and attempting to run outside to cover your plants when your husband tells you that "It's really blowing out there!" alarms said husband greatly. It might also really annoy him. I wonder why?

That's it for now. I have more worms to save from the Giant Blades for Cutting.

*Elodie: Coming back to it, I SWEAR.

Picture credit A large part of the reason I do this picture thing is because it sends me on amazing journeys through other people's lives. Finding a photographer like this guy is one of those special journeys and worth the time it takes.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Screw loose goes boing

It's interesting that a new situation has just arisen that gives me the opportunity to demonstrate faith. I'll get to that in a bit, after exploring the editorial I mentioned in my last post. I know that I promised a more lengthy piece about the mind-numbingly stupid commentary about the billboard campaign in Colorado, but as I was writing it I realized that there were so many problems with it that deconstructing every particular piece of it would take days. So, I've decided to give you the major problem with the idea behind the commentary. The proposition argued for in the commentary is as follows: If religion didn't exist we could/would solve or not have all of the major problems currently facing mankind.

How convenient. The problem with that argument or idea is that it assumes that religion itself is the corrupting influence and mankind is not the ultimate actor behind the bad that we do to each other and the planet. Actually, it's a far better argument for faith in God than it is against faith in God. If religion is the thing that corrupts, not mankind, then we must assign some sort of power outside of the powers of mutable man that must be greater than anything most of us can resist. Man would certainly not be responsible for the bad things we've done or do because we were merely pawns in the larger force that is this thing called "religion;" we are, to put it simply, not the actors of actions, only the malleable clay worked by a force that is outside of our ability to resist it. Furthermore, if you remove this force, this thing that has a will, people will automatically be better, will not cause major problems for ourselves and others, and we will no longer be held in the sway of something or someone outside of ourselves.

The hollow construction and lack of reason in the above contention about religion is infantile at best. It reminds me of a diorama where you take away one piece only to reveal the structure is not sound without it and must then become something else. "See the cat? see the cradle?"* Those things are and always will be illusions. Descartes famously dispensed with this sort of illusory "knowledge" with his treatment of substance. See the solid? See the liquid?** If you take away one thing from a larger entity, the entity probably does not change enough to become its opposite. Actually, is there any circumstance where taking away a part of a thing makes it into the opposite thing? It seems unlikely, though I don't know. So, what are we left with? If religion is the thing that caused/causes the most significant problems we face, then removing it will create a de facto absence of those problems. Or, if religion is part of the thing that created/creates the most significant problems we face, then taking it away will cause the problems to become happy circumstances. I think I will call these two theories, "The Secret," and "The Turn That Frown Upside Down" theories, respectively.

The situation I made reference to earlier is not one I am going to go into with much detail, but it is one that lends us a wonderful, real world example of faith or not faith. One of my former students' mother has antiphospholipid syndrome. She has not been treated for it with any urgency or facility and she has been having stroke symptoms for months. This former student just happened to get in touch with me and we just happened to get to talking about his mom. When he told me her symptoms I told him it sounded like strokes. Then, he told me she had been diagnosed with a clotting disorder, but he didn't know which one. I impressed upon him the urgency of finding out this information and he, in all due haste, did so. Here's the thing: APS is extremely rare. It is estimated to affect only 2-4% of the population, and of those people, the normative result of anticoagulation therapy with Warfarin is control. Then there's someone like me who cannot be controlled with Warfarin and will continue to have clots while taking Warfarin because and despite an inability to control the level of anticoagulation produced from Warfarin. Yet, what is true for me, this rare disease with even rarer consequences, seems to also be true for this student's mother. What are the odds?

The odds are very, very small. Infinitesimal, some might say. The next step in the puzzle is what to believe about those odds. We could believe that it is divine intervention of some sort, a sort of steadying hand to balance the chaos of chance. Or, as Jon put it so eloquently two nights ago, "it is miraculous without mysticism." In other words, the miracle of its happenstance is enough to contemplate and find enervating without having to add another layer of meaning or miracle. Either path leads to the acknowledgment of something that is greater than our understanding and vision and something that comforts us in its leveling influence. If we choose the latter path, though, we have the added benefit of knowing that it isn't personal, we are never being punished, we are simply existing inside miraculous life. It is more than enough for any of us. That does not mean that understanding the miraculous through the intervention of orthodoxy is wrong. It is, simply, different.

And most of all: That difference breeds learning and learning is the only way we are able to function as progressive beings. Shame on anyone, the hammer of thud or the screw loose of boing, for trying to stop that process.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Hammer go thud

Richard Dawkins is a tool. There, I'm out of the closet as an agnostic who doesn't support the seminal figure in the secular world. I've said it before and I will continue to harp on this subject: If you replace evangelism with another kind of evangelism, you're a freaking evangelist! Now that I've made those two statements without context, let's back up a bit.


Have you heard about the lawsuit that seeks to prevent Barack Obama from uttering the words, "So help me God," in the oath of office? While I agree in principle that an official oath should not have those words in it, I have to take issue with this little gem from this article that reports on the lawsuit:

""Plaintiffs are placed in the untenable position of having to choose between not watching the presidential inauguration or being forced to countenance endorsements of purely religious notions that they expressly deny," according to the lawsuit."

I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where we don't have to countenance things we don't agree with on television, online, in our work environment. It would certainly be a world without Crocs for me. Here's my question, though: What is the difference between allowing someone to state their beliefs and coercing others to listen to them? Further: Where do our rights not to be offended end and another person's right to offend begin?

I used Crocs as an example above but it was not an apt example. Perhaps a better example is one I was reminded of recently by Orac: The Secret. I hate the "Secret" because it puts people in the position of being responsible for the bad things that happen to them, to the point of lunacy. The founder of this marketing scheme has stated that the victims of the genocide in Rwanda, the child victims, were thinking negatively and brought their own victimization, their own hackings to death by machetes, on themselves. Can you see why I hate that ridiculous piece of damage? I will always speak out against it, in all its forms, whenever I hear it spoken as a valid piece of wisdom. If I see that one of the practitioners of the scheme is going to be on a show I want to watch (can't imagine what that would be), I would not watch it. If Barack Obama suddenly decided this theory was THE theory, I would speak out loudly, prolifically and unendingly. Does any of that mean, though, that I get to decide that others should be allowed to espouse these views? Not just no, HELL NO. Let me break the reason I believe this down very simply:

1. Here is a world where Liesl McQuillan, constant ponderer and educator of the best students on the planet, has never heard of the concept of the Will having its own particular animation that can change reality.
2. I this world, Liesl McQuillan, constant ponderer and educator of the best students on the planet, will perhaps never think of this issue and evaluate its merits or flaws, thus losing the opportunity to.... wait for it.... LEARN something.

That's the thing about living in a country where we are allowed to pursue our own happiness in our own way: We are allowed to be different and to challenge others in their thinking without forcing them to think as we do. So, while I despise the idea of "the secret" and I think it is quite harmful, I could not ever hope for a world in which it was outlawed because it is, in my view, wrong. If it leads to death and destruction on a larger scale than that of an odd person here or there misplacing their brain, then it deserves another look. However, that is something that is quite difficult to trace to harm in this instance.*

Getting back to the dull tool, Richard Dawkins: There is a new bus ad campaign in the U.K. that states: "There's probably no God. So stop worrying and enjoy your life." Aside from the obvious flaw of reasoning in the ad (just because you believe in God does not mean you do not enjoy your life), I want to point out the fact that Dawkins was unhappy with the word "probably" being included in the phrase. To Dawkins' mind, it is a statement of fact. To the credit of the people who organized this campaign, they recognized that omitting the word would make them as dogmatic as the religious leaders they were attempting to contradict. So, why is Dawkins a tool for all of this? He's a tool because he refuses to admit that faith is not the same thing as fact. Just for giggles, let's look at his central argument against faith in God:

1. One of the greatest challenges to the human intellect, over the centuries, has been to explain how the complex, improbable appearance of design in the universe arises.
2. The natural temptation is to attribute the appearance of design to actual design itself. In the case of a man-made artefact, such as a watch, the designer really was an intelligent engineer. It is tempting to apply the same logic to an eye or a wing, a spider or a person.
3. The temptation is a false one because the designer hypothesis immediately raises the larger problem of who designed the designer. The whole problem we started out with was the problem of explaining statistical improbability. It is obviously no solution to postulate something even more improbable. We need a "crane", not a "skyhook", for only a crane can do the business of working up gradually and plausibly from simplicity to otherwise improbable complexity.
4. The most ingenious and powerful crane so far discovered is Darwinian evolution by natural selection. Darwin and his successors have shown how living creatures, with their spectacular statistical improbability and appearance of design, have evolved by slow, gradual degrees from simple beginnings. We can now safely say that the illusion of design in living creatures is just that - an illusion.
5. We don't yet have an equivalent crane for physics. Some kind of multiverse theory could in principle do for physics the same explanatory work as Darwinism does for biology. This kind of explanation is superficially less satisfying than the biological version of Darwinism, because it makes heavier demands on luck. But the anthropic principle entitles us to postulate far more luck than our limited human intuition is comfortable with.
6. We should not give up hope of a better crane arising in physics, something as powerful as Darwinism is for biology. But even in the absence of a strongly satisfying crane to match the biological one, the relatively weak cranes we have at present are, when abetted by anthropic principle, self-evidently better than the self-defeating skyhook hypothesis of an intelligent designer.
Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion


I'll be brief, I swear:

1. Yes, it is a challenge to explain how life began. Actually, we don't know how life began so asserting anything as factual at this point is nothing more than a matter of faith.
2. It may be so that we look to ourselves and see obvious mechanization and so assume a prime mover; however, the fact that we make that leap of faith does not mean we are wrong, it just means we’ve decided to see it that way and not another.
3. Aside from Dawkins’ clear dismissal of Thomas in an earlier chapter without actually logically dismissing the 5 proofs, this argument does not improve his stance that God does not exist, only that the prime mover theory is not sufficient motivation for the proof of existence. He doesn’t tell us why it is not a good idea to go toward something more improbable if we are talking about an unknown. You see, that’s the thing, isn’t it? this all deals with something unknowable and therefore not amenable to proof. If we are trying to decide probability we might as well decide that it is as probable to find the devil in the details as it is to find God in the baby maker. It does not finally matter! Probability, with all of its fun (but educated) guessing does not seek to prove or disprove God because it is only a process by which we decide whether or not to leap. In the end, of course, it doesn’t matter if it is probable or improbable when dealing with something we can.not.know.
4. We can say that? Really? I didn’t think Darwinism addresses the existence or nonexistence of a creator or prime mover. Actually, I really thought that Darwinism addressed the process by which our biological selves have come to be in the form we now inhabit and in the way we continue to evolve. I don’t recall it ever addressing how it a priori came to be. You’d think a biologist would know this. Am I wrong about that?
5. Really? How? How does the assumption that all theories of physics take into account intelligent life and its existence in this type of universe allow us more luck than we can conceive? Wait, he wrote postulate, didn’t he. So, he is assuming something is true due to necessity, which really does force us to ask: If you make an assumption about something that is beyond our, how did he write it? “limited human intuition is comfortable with”, then aren’t you, um, taking a leap of faith about something we cannot conceive? Oh my my, Dawkins has been drinking the ontological water he so vociferously despises.
6. OK, we shouldn’t give up hope for an explanation as wonderful as evolution; I agree. How, though, does that mean that our decision to, in the meantime or even as a statement of our own necessity, believe in God is more illusive than the hope that someday, some way we’ll know more? Our current knowledge doesn’t come close to approaching this idea of Thing Itself in explanation as evolution does for biology, so… how are they the same?

I realize I claimed I would be brief, but this is just silly. As I was perusing his book tonight I was struck by the fact that he makes many, many categorical statements in derision of different philosophical theories about the existence of God but he never argues for their lack of merit. That’s a tactic that would earn him a C or a D on a paper in my class. If you want to make a claim of fact that is based on an idea, tell me why. Beyond that, you’re just evangelizing your idea without any logical reason to do so.

This is getting way too long and I have a lot more to write. I think I will do this in parts. Tomorrow (or someday thereafter): A really, really, really silly piece about a billboard campaign in Colorado. I mean, well, just plain astonishingly dumb.

*The same cannot be said for the antivaccine lunacy.

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Saturday, January 3, 2009

One singular sensation, every root that it makes

It's not a vine.

It's not bamboo.

Oh no, it isn't something that simple, nor is it something that I have been trying to starve. Uh uh, it's something I've been nurturing. It is a freaking shrub.
















Pretty, isn't it? I went over to dig it up and transplant it when I realized it wasn't looking very good. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that this was the plant with the damn horizontal root system. And the kicker: they are EVERYWHERE. I've managed to dig a few out, by accident, but this one was about two feet tall and well established.

On a happier note, my friend Scarlett reminded me of this product:
















These things make the scooping and the throwing so, so much easier. I love my new giant hands. They really go well with my bright yellow plastic gloves and my polka-dot wellies.

Not to mention the fact that they make fabulous jazz hands.

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Do you get it? do you?