Archive | June 2006

3 things to think about

Borrowed from Moontiger



COWS Is it just me, or does anyone else find it amazing that our government can track a cow born in Canada almost three years ago, right to the stall where she sleeps in the state of Washington and they tracked her calves to their stalls? But they are unable to locate 11 million illegal aliens wandering around our country. Maybe we should give them all a cow.

THE CONSTITUTION They keep talking about drafting a constitution for Iraq. Why don’t we just give them ours? It was written by a lot of really smart guys,it’s worked for over 200 years and we’re not using it anymore.

TEN COMMANDMENTS The real reason that we can’t have the Ten Commandments in a courthouse. You cannot post “Thou Shalt Not Steal,” “Thou Shalt Not Commit Adultery” and “Thou Shall Not Lie” in a building full of lawyers, judges and politicians — it creates a hostile work environment


Tour de France

Our household will be Tour de France crazed for the next month. It has been for several years. Before we watched for Lance because had cancer and survived and then I watched because it’s an awesomely difficult athletic event and these guys are probably the most challenged athletes in any large competition.

It can be beautiful to watch all those cyclists moving in the peleton as if they were one entity. And watching the crashes can raise atavistic urges or at the very least kinesthetic sensations.

It is fascinating to watch the strategies of the different teams.

But right now those teams strategies must be in chaos because so many potential winners just got thrown out of the race. A big green light just went on for a lot of American cyclists so tomorrow it could get really exciting!

Friday Philosopher of the Week

May we present Immanual Kant:

Act that your principle of action might safely be made a law for the whole world.

All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason.

All thought must, directly or indirectly, by way of certain characters, relate ultimately to intuitions, and therefore, with us, to sensibility, because in no other way can an object be given to us.

By a lie, a man… annihilates his dignity as a man.

Happiness is not an ideal of reason, but of imagination.

In law a man is guilty when he violates the rights of others. In ethics he is guilty if he only thinks of doing so.

Intuition and concepts constitute… the elements of all our knowledge, so that neither concepts without an intuition in some way corresponding to them, nor intuition without concepts, can yield knowledge.

If man makes himself a worm he must not complain when he is trodden on.

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.

Two things fill me with constantly increasing admiration and awe, the longer and more earnestly I reflect on them: the starry heavens without and the moral law within.

Here are the next 2 Comma Workshops:

August 13, Sunday 3pm-5pm: “Hearding Cats: Managing Group Dynamics and Energy” Workshop- Pasadena
This workshop will be a tip-of-the-iceberg discussion of planning and leading group ritual, creating and going with the flow, feeling and guiding group energy, and ritual etiquette for facilitators as well as participants.

October 15, Sunday 3pm-5pm: “Wicked: Portrayals of Witches Misunderstood” Workshop- Pasadena
Inspired by the book, “Wicked” — which we hope you will read before this workshop — we discuss the misunderstood women/witches of fact and fiction.

Book Time

I have to recommend a new book trilogy that I am totally enamoured with, Naomi Novik’s Temeraire series. If you like Patrick O’Brien and dragons you will probably like this series set at the time of the Napoleonic Wars. The English Navy captures a dragon egg from the French and so it begins.

Not as much Naval data as the Jack Aubrey series but lots of detail on the Dragon Aviator Corps. The series ranges from Britain to Africa to China then back through Turkey to Prussia and on.

Enjoy a new author!

I’m thinking of doing the previously un-thinkable… Cutting my hair.
I’ve had my hair long since I got old enough to tell my mother to mind her own business except for one excessively dykey period of a few years when I had either very short hair, (an inch long)or a mullet (ahhhhhhh, that was a mistake). Long, as in usually at least waist length and usually longer.

All the time I was a kid, mom kept it in this stupid pixie cut because she hated long hair. I have cowlicks that are matching devil/satyr horns when it’s too short. A mole which makes it stick straight out of the back of my head.

Anyway, the whiter it gets. It seems to be skipping grey and going straight to white, the more it breaks and misbehaves. But the hair is still baby fine and I have this vision that I will look like a giant dandelion or Albert Einstein without the bloodhound look.

First it was auburn and then it faded to a light brown and now it’s going white. And I suppose I shouldn’t bitch since Alison is way more white and 2 of my cousins have been all white since their 20’s.

But the darn stuff floats.

How shallow can one get? Worrying that you will look like a dandelion?

Someone had a meme going for awhile about your LJ name so I thought I would explain mine.

I was given a Native American name when I was a Camp Fire Girl back in the Dark Ages. KaTao Kani which allegedly means Singing Trees in Nature/Outdoors. Where the heck else is a tree? It was given because I was always in one, on one, under one and because I couldn’t be shut up. I was always singing. My mom even came in my bedroom one night to tell me to shut up. I was sound asleep and singing a hymn at the top of my lungs, badly she said, but oh well, I was asleep.

Anyway, many years later I went to work for the enemy, a Girl Scout Camp, little subversive that I was and afraid I still am. And they made you have a camp name so I chose KaTao. At the next GS camp one of the counselors decided this was too long and took to calling me Kat. All very strange, because that Camp was called Singing Pines. So Singing Trees ended up at Singing Pines. And all my friends called me Kat.

I joined the Temple of Isis, Los Angeles and there was a Catherine and a Cat already. And since I joined a Celtic/Scottish group within the group we were always talking about the Fae. I was also born with a genetic anomalie called Darwin’s tubercle. What is that? It means you have pointed ears and when I get excited they get more and more pointed I’m told by observers. So my name changed again and I am ElfKat.

So now you know.