It’s National Women’s History Month.

Ladies – It’s time to do something good for yourself and your sisters!  I mean, aside from the general love, respect and acknowledgement that we always remember to give each other (right, right?). 

March 2010 is the 30th anniversary of the National Women’s History Project.

On March 6th, a One Million Women March was held in London.

And March 8th was International Women’s Day!

In celebration, I picked up two books that I have had on my list for quite a while: Infidel, by Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Half the Sky, by Nicholas D. Kristoff and Sheryl WuDunn.  Here are some excerpts from write-ups on bn.com:

Infidel:

Raised in a strict Muslim family and extended clan, Hirsi Ali survived civil war, female mutilation, brutal beatings, adolescence as a devout believer during the rise of the Muslim Brotherhood, and life in four troubled, unstable countries largely ruled by despots. In her early twenties, she escaped from a forced marriage and sought asylum in the Netherlands, where she earned a college degree in political science, tried to help her tragically depressed sister adjust to the West, and fought for the rights of Muslim immigrant women and the reform of Islam as a member of Parliament. Even though she is under constant threat — demonized by reactionary Islamists and politicians, disowned by her father, and expelled from her family and clan — she refuses to be silenced.

Half The Sky:

With Pulitzer Prize winners Nicholas D. Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn as our guides, we undertake a journey through Africa and Asia to meet an extraordinary array of women struggling under profoundly dire circumstances—and an equally extraordinary group that have triumphed. Through their stories, Kristof and WuDunn help us see that the key to progress in our world lies in unleashing women’s potential—and they make clear how each of us can help make that happen.

I keep hearing very good things about these books, and they are both still flying off the bookshelves (even Half the Sky, which is still only available in hardcover).   I’ll let you know how they go. 

Oh, and I almost forgot – I’m going to Skepchicon (part of the larger CONvergence) this July in Bloomington, MN!  Skepchick is a (from the website) “a group of women (and one deserving guy) who write about science, skepticism, and pseudoscience.”  Yeah, women and science!

Have you heard of any other Womens’/Feminist events coming up soon?

It’s National Women’s History Month.
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Snakes!

Ah yes, spring has sprung.

Being a rare biologist in a land of chemists and engineers does have the advantage of making me looking totally badass when nature literally rears its head.  While my coworkers cowered in disgust or panic, I was edging forward as close as I could without scaring my subjects into the bushes (and without screaming like a girl and ruining the badassness of the moment).

There are FOUR snakes in this photo!

Yeah for zoom!

Making out under the garbage can.

Snakes!

Waking Up in Stillwater

We arrived in Stillwater and at the Water Street Inn last night – Friday evening.  The Inn is cute and unique, but it seems that management has let things slide.  There are little tell-tale bandaid fixes everywhere you look – cheap, poorly painted molding, broken lamps and inexpensive lampshades, dented and scratched wallpaper (and poorly applied in the first place – you can count the panels from across the room) and mismatched wooden furniture every where you look.

But the room has such potential!  It is truly a two-bedroom suite, with the four poster bed and a small desk in the main entry, and then a pathway passing by the spacious bathroom and opening into a large, sparsely-furnitured room.  This second room holds a wonderfully modern and working fireplace (it warmed the room in minutes) and a large double-tub jacuzzi.  The balcony is small and narrow, but on this cold and foggy March morning it does provide a somber view of the frozen expanse of St. Croix river and the bridge connecting Minnesota and Wisconsin.  The room is colored in green carpeting and what one might call a daring mix of dark floral wallpaper in one room and green stripes in the next.  The wall sconces are lit with low watt bulbs, and small lamps are littered throughout  both areas, giving the rooms a dim, romantic atmosphere. 

As part of the “weekend get-away” package that we purchased, a four-course meal was provided in the fancy-looking restaurant.  The meal was simply alright.  Like the rest of the inn, it attempted to appear more high-falutin’ than it was.  The presentation was decent – large platters, candle light, champagne on the table (mismatched silverware). The artichoke dip was good, but the tortilla chips were obviously out of a plastic bag…one that had been open for a while.  My NY Strip steak was nothing special, and although I ordered it medium rare, it was a nice toasty well done.  The risotto cakes were flattened and underdone.   Aaron had a chicken and portabella mushroom pasta in cream sauce entree, and while the sauce was divine, the chicken was stringy.  The house salads were works of art, with expertly, artfully-sliced vegetables of many varieties on a bed of crisp, fresh mixed greens.  The ranch sauce also tasted homemade.  This place is a strange dichotomy of fancy and trashy!

We had a blast at the Irish bar in the hotel after dinner.  A violin-guitar duo was playing rousing Irish drinking songs, and they were the type of performers who don’t let their audience ignore them.  Every time someone new walked into the bar, they were greeted boisterously and asked for song requests.  We came back to the room at about midnight.  Aaron fell asleep in front the fireplace (have you ever seen one of the “cute baby animal falling asleep” youtube videos?) and I filled up the jacuzzi bathtub.  Geez, that’s a lot of water –  I could never own one of these things. 

Aaron is sleeping away the morning.  I don’t understand this whole “sleeping” thing.  He’s woken several times to visit the bathroom, to stretch his arms over his head and glance out at the river.  But then he ambles back to bed, snuggles in under the feather comforter and starts snoring again.  And if I know him at all, he’ll want to take a nap later this afternoon.  What up wi’ dat?  Doesn’t he know there are adventures to be had?  Books to read?  Meals to share?  Blogs to update?  But, it makes him happy, and I don’t need him to be awake for me to start my day, so I’ll just grab a book, settle in and cast the occasional bewildered glance toward the bedroom.

More adventures – and pics! – later.

Waking Up in Stillwater

It's not Jamaica, but…

Okay, so I can’t justify plane fare to anyplace warm and sunny right now, but we did get a pretty sweet deal at the Water Street Inn right on the St. Croix River in Stillwater, MN. 


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We’ll be leaving Minneapolis on Friday and stay through Sunday.  Part of the weekend getaway package is a three-course meal in the hotel dining room on Friday evening.  We’ll spend a lot of the time inside reading magazines and books in front of the fireplace (!) and lounging in the two bedroom suite (!!) and taking baths in the double jacuzzi hot tub(!!!)

And once all of that becomes just too absolutely boring, dah-ling, we can stroll through the downtown shopping district of Stillwater. 


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Some shops in downtown Stillwater, MN

It's not Jamaica, but…

It’s not Jamaica, but…

Okay, so I can’t justify plane fare to anyplace warm and sunny right now, but we did get a pretty sweet deal at the Water Street Inn right on the St. Croix River in Stillwater, MN. 


Photo Source

We’ll be leaving Minneapolis on Friday and stay through Sunday.  Part of the weekend getaway package is a three-course meal in the hotel dining room on Friday evening.  We’ll spend a lot of the time inside reading magazines and books in front of the fireplace (!) and lounging in the two bedroom suite (!!) and taking baths in the double jacuzzi hot tub(!!!)

And once all of that becomes just too absolutely boring, dah-ling, we can stroll through the downtown shopping district of Stillwater. 


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Some shops in downtown Stillwater, MN

It’s not Jamaica, but…

Need a kidney? Try Facebook.

It’s the crazy month from chaosville!

I’m involved in two projects at one job:

One is scheduled to be done by end Q1 (March 31st).  I’m leading this project, and directing the work of five people.  In the department scheme of things it’s a low priority project, but as a personal goal it ranks very high on my personal success plan (ewww…company-ese).  In real language – if I drop the ball, I look like an incompetent dumbass, and I’ve wasted the time of at least five co-workers.  I like this project, so devoting time to it isn’t a problem, so much as over-devoting time to it is.

The other project is a high-profile company objective that is affecting corporate financials, so *everything* associated with this project is a priority.  Each experiment needs to be done about five minutes before marketing or QA thinks of it. 

And I’m still pulling 20 hours/week at the bookstore.  Yipee Skippy.

On less stressful note, we put all of our tax return and a chunk of bookstore money into the gaping maw that is our credit card debt – and paid off another credit card!  Yeah!  One (smallish) credit card and one (larger) credit union loan to go!  It’s time to start reading the MCAT study guide again…!!!

There’s a great article in the Variety section of today’s Star Tribune (author: Kristin Tillotson) titled Friended for life.  In a nutshell:   Christ Strouth needed a kidney, Scott Pakudaitis had a kidney, and no big deal because hey, they’re friends.  Well…facebook friends.  These guys were friends of friends…they barely knew each other…and they conducted all of their conversation about the transplant and donation via social media like Facebook and Twitter.  This story is pretty amazing.  I was always in awe of the generous people who donate bone marrow (ye-owch!), but an entire organ? Christ Strouth also has a video of his story on youtube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-KSC-cRmrQ

Need a kidney? Try Facebook.

Smutty McSmut Smut

So, I was over at Cafe Witteveen and read this interesting article about a student group at UTSC – University Texas San Antonia.  The group is called Atheist Agenda, and they’re holding their annual Smut-for-Smut campaign.

Cafe Witteveen also led me to Hemant Mehta’s write up of the event, and his disagreement with the activity.  The comments on Mehta’s post were great to read – a lot of people are divided on the “appropriateness” of the event, and whether it’s damaging to the image atheists want to send to the rest of the world.  It seems that a lot of the commenters, along with Mehta, agree with the message, but disagree with the delivery.

I think the issue boils down to “agression in debate”, as first mentioned by poster Aj in the Friendly Atheist comments.  The commenter immediately above Aj was The Godless Monster, who wrote “It’s not about who is an ass or who isn’t. It’s about who got their message across and effected the change they wanted and who was left standing with their thumb in their mouth and their pants around their ankles.”

The ends justifying the means?  Ick.  We’re all kinda stuck together on this planet, and wouldn’t it be nice if we could play nice?  If someone convinces me to accept a position because the evidence is there, I’m much more likely to want to interact with them afterwards if they don’t act like a jerk, ala “How could you not understand this!?  Even a moron would understand!”  If you’re condescending and mean, I don’t want anything to do with you, even though you helped me learn something new.

But, that’s me.  I like to be happy and not have long-standing feuds.  I hate drama.  And hate.  I hate hate.

But in theory I stand by the smutters.  I say “in theory” because I support the right to be offensive as you want to be, as long as you’re not breaking a law or harming someone, but if the students were being obnoxious – say, sloganizing, chanting PORN FOR PORN! (they were in fact, doing some of this), rioting, shoving posters and handouts at bystanders, or similar – I’m not down with that.  I don’t debate your right to do this, but I don’t want to be associated with you.  If they were polite, collected, well-informed and able to calmly make their arguments then YEAH for them!  Then we have an exchange of ideas, rather than a brute force trampling over peoples’ beliefs without taking their points of view into account.  If you visit youtube and search “Bibles for Porn”, there are a few videos of moments at the event, including some debates between the Atheist Agenda members and campus students.

Sure, Purdue’s fiction for fiction event (trading holy books for novels) was a lot less aggressive – but only relative to offering porn in exchange for the bible.  I’m sure people were plenty offended by fiction-for-fiction back when that occured.  But now…gasp!…porn!  Personally, I believe there’s nothing wrong with porn that’s legal, consensual and safe, and I’m much more offended by what people do with the bible than what they do with porn.

As for those atheists who condemn the group’s smut for smut event…  A couple of years ago I read an article in Lavendar, a local GLBT magazine, about the Twin Cities Pride Parade.  The author complained about the flamboyant gays running around at the gay pride parade in Minneapolis – those drunken hooligans in leather, in dresses, makeup and wigs, in itty-bitty shiny jock straps!  Didn’t they know they were ruining the nice, clean-cut image of the upstanding citizen homosexuals who just want to get married and be allowed to adopt kids?  I remember being really annoyed by that attitude – that turning against your fellow gay, sacrificing him so that you can gain a better image.

I don’t see a big difference between the atheists calling out the smut-for-smut atheists and the conservative gay man who wrote this article. Is the UTSA Atheist Agenda group doing more harm than good for atheists and non-theists?  Maybe, but then we remember that not all atheists are the same, just like not all gay men are the same, not all Christians are the same, not all democrats, republicans, young people, old people, dogs, humans are the same.  This one group isn’t causing the downfall of all atheists, just like Mel Gibson isn’t causing the downfall of all Christians.  They’re both loud and obnoxious, but they’re allowed.

Smutty McSmut Smut

Lordosis as an evolutionary advantage?

I found this in today’s comics – F-Minus by Tony Carrillo

F Minus - March 3, 2010

Height has long been recognized as way to display confidence and strength, and high heels are a great way to show that you’ve got resources to burn.  I’m trying to pretend that there’s a way a heel like this could evolve…what kind of environment would select for a heel bone or an arch like this?  Ah, nevermind…t’s just going NOWHERE!  Thought exercise over – it hurts my eyes to look at this picture. 

Lordosis as an evolutionary advantage?