Follow which train? (of thought)
what does mayim bialik dislike about frozen?
I don't mean it in a "defend yourself" manner, please understand. I think that disliking it based purely on taste is completely valid and needs no defense. Why I ask, however, is that if she has a reason otherwise, it's guaranteed to be interesting. When that woman puts her brain on something, I expect anything she outputs from the session is worth learning about. Now, it is true I only know her from her acting work, but that has not disproven the theory, so I'd love to hear her take on what's wrong with the movie I enjoyed so viscerally.
I truly never thought more about it.
So I did hear her take on it, and it was in fact interesting. I didn't find it inflammatory so much as a bit too defensive. Even so I can sympathize with the posture.I recall the sorts of ill mannered behaviour I hear about online that she doubtless wades through frequently. Who wouldn't be defensive? People really need to start caring about etiquette again. The level of "loose casual" that we've built where everyone is your buddy and there's no way to separate your intimacies serves us ill. It gives too few guidelines for the less well socialized to see and understand. It encourages too much abuse of the loose rules. This brings up bullies and liars by tacitly approving their solutions.
Whew, well, on Frozen, I get what she's saying and I agree. do I hate frozen? Well, no. I was too entertained to hate it even with it's definite flaws. Unlike Mayim, I adore musicals. I adore fantasy, sparkly things, and 3d art. It's really a taste thing but now it'll be a guilty pleasure. I have no children in my life at least. If I did, I'd use the movie as a lesson in spotting the BS, which would be the bulk of the homeschooling I'd do. Spot the BS, learn to recognize good learning, and focus on research. It's gotta be fun, though, and they need to learn to read.
The hard part would be ensuring they could function outside of a digital context too. Boy I dodged a bullet, didn't I? Quick mental reflexes at every turn, I threw my reason, my understanding at it. Christians telling me stuff about breeding? Threw feminism. Hippies throwing love excuses at me? Threw adoption at them. Biology throwing weird dreams and urges? Threw everything at that. Flashes of uncleaned babies were really all it took. Who do you think would be cleaning the thing? me, that's who, and I'd be cleaning up after it for a very very very long time, taken for granted far longer than I prefer, and battled on every front for the last six or more years. That was it, I turned off the bio clock alarm, LOL. I am so not sorry and to punish me for my selfishness, my beloved african grey parrot is a young disgruntled captive from the distant lands who wants free. I'd love to sort out a way to give him that contentment and I'm failing still. Well, at the moment he has a crop full of pistachios and seems quite content, LOL.
boy don't I ramble. Well, that's what this blog is for, a place to ramble. I count on that rambling to keep it private since few humans on the planet would read it all. :-) It's more important to seem like I'm speaking to someone than to actually do so. I just need to get it off my chest but there's just so damn much thinking goes on in here that not a soul on earth beyond myself would stand it. Well, now soulless machines quietly intake all that mental musing, save it, offer it up, think about it in terms of terms, not content, and stuff it away as 1 and 0, complicated version.
On another note, there was a cute story from this morning that illustrates how far the relationship between Lucky and Dan has come. Dan had carelessly left his bag on the floor and it contained an orange, in the bottom. Dan came upon the little white scamp digging stuff out of his way on the way to the orange. At first, Dan made noise, but Lucky stood his ground and I shh'd him and scolded him for leaving it on the floor around animals. Then he discovered no damage and the orange gleaming and suddenly was gentle with the little white varmint. At the end of the session the rabbits were dining on fresh orange and Dan was smiling the drugged grin of oxytocin (I hope I got the right word, I screw that one up with two others.)
Anyway, now I won't worry about the story vanishing, it's so cute how he gave his orange to the bunnies and forgave the little bold one for asking so rudely. They're hare-brained bunnies, it's important to remember that just having character is remarkable. These are creatures bred for ages to live only 2 years in a tiny cage in discomfort if not pain. I don't know how closely they resemble wild rabbits in some places in Europe, nor whether said wild rabbits are successful descendants of domestics. I suspect humans bred out rabbits from hares to begin with, losing numbers of them in the process and creating wild rabbit populations that look like the captive ones. These wild rabbit populations thrive more on the continual release of new members than they do on individual longevity or success. At best they can put a couple litters of kits into the world and add one or two to the colony after predation and hunger and disease do their jobs. Rabbits are tender beasts, they can stand all manner of discomfort but it causes the premature deaths we take for granted.
Most of my rabbits reach 10 years, toby is there and not ill at this time. He seems well enough to continue for some time to come if I don't forget his hay and care.
Lucky is even more fit, he's an athlete accustomed to going out into the yard daily in all but the most miserable of weather. With the cat flap on the porch door and a rock to block the back door from mindless humans he can get into the warm house and safety any time he wishes. I worry he'll still be alive when we move with our tiny house and how will he stand losing his garden? Can I build him a satisfactory temporary one on the road with an xpen? Would it be safe from hawks and eagles? Here in the city I just hope the spaces are too small for the bird to feel comfortable diving in and out with heavy prey.
Oooh, a crack in my back, lovely. I sit in a half lotus at my seat a lot, but lately the need to look down at my table has continuously forced a hunched position. I've been doing spinal reset exercises and stretching but this is to the point that even contortion isn't stretching these cramps out! I can bend over backwards and fold forwards again and yet still it happens! Ok, so suddenly I got it, someone mentioned looking down to text on a phone and I realized, my setup uses a separate bluetooth keyboard and ipad. this means I can insert a block for height under the screen and still use the keyboard at optimal hand height on the table. Brilliant. It really helps! I grabbed the kleenex box. Ipads are very light.
Keep stretching folks, it helps even when it isn't enough.
I don't mean it in a "defend yourself" manner, please understand. I think that disliking it based purely on taste is completely valid and needs no defense. Why I ask, however, is that if she has a reason otherwise, it's guaranteed to be interesting. When that woman puts her brain on something, I expect anything she outputs from the session is worth learning about. Now, it is true I only know her from her acting work, but that has not disproven the theory, so I'd love to hear her take on what's wrong with the movie I enjoyed so viscerally.
I truly never thought more about it.
So I did hear her take on it, and it was in fact interesting. I didn't find it inflammatory so much as a bit too defensive. Even so I can sympathize with the posture.I recall the sorts of ill mannered behaviour I hear about online that she doubtless wades through frequently. Who wouldn't be defensive? People really need to start caring about etiquette again. The level of "loose casual" that we've built where everyone is your buddy and there's no way to separate your intimacies serves us ill. It gives too few guidelines for the less well socialized to see and understand. It encourages too much abuse of the loose rules. This brings up bullies and liars by tacitly approving their solutions.
Whew, well, on Frozen, I get what she's saying and I agree. do I hate frozen? Well, no. I was too entertained to hate it even with it's definite flaws. Unlike Mayim, I adore musicals. I adore fantasy, sparkly things, and 3d art. It's really a taste thing but now it'll be a guilty pleasure. I have no children in my life at least. If I did, I'd use the movie as a lesson in spotting the BS, which would be the bulk of the homeschooling I'd do. Spot the BS, learn to recognize good learning, and focus on research. It's gotta be fun, though, and they need to learn to read.
The hard part would be ensuring they could function outside of a digital context too. Boy I dodged a bullet, didn't I? Quick mental reflexes at every turn, I threw my reason, my understanding at it. Christians telling me stuff about breeding? Threw feminism. Hippies throwing love excuses at me? Threw adoption at them. Biology throwing weird dreams and urges? Threw everything at that. Flashes of uncleaned babies were really all it took. Who do you think would be cleaning the thing? me, that's who, and I'd be cleaning up after it for a very very very long time, taken for granted far longer than I prefer, and battled on every front for the last six or more years. That was it, I turned off the bio clock alarm, LOL. I am so not sorry and to punish me for my selfishness, my beloved african grey parrot is a young disgruntled captive from the distant lands who wants free. I'd love to sort out a way to give him that contentment and I'm failing still. Well, at the moment he has a crop full of pistachios and seems quite content, LOL.
boy don't I ramble. Well, that's what this blog is for, a place to ramble. I count on that rambling to keep it private since few humans on the planet would read it all. :-) It's more important to seem like I'm speaking to someone than to actually do so. I just need to get it off my chest but there's just so damn much thinking goes on in here that not a soul on earth beyond myself would stand it. Well, now soulless machines quietly intake all that mental musing, save it, offer it up, think about it in terms of terms, not content, and stuff it away as 1 and 0, complicated version.
On another note, there was a cute story from this morning that illustrates how far the relationship between Lucky and Dan has come. Dan had carelessly left his bag on the floor and it contained an orange, in the bottom. Dan came upon the little white scamp digging stuff out of his way on the way to the orange. At first, Dan made noise, but Lucky stood his ground and I shh'd him and scolded him for leaving it on the floor around animals. Then he discovered no damage and the orange gleaming and suddenly was gentle with the little white varmint. At the end of the session the rabbits were dining on fresh orange and Dan was smiling the drugged grin of oxytocin (I hope I got the right word, I screw that one up with two others.)
Anyway, now I won't worry about the story vanishing, it's so cute how he gave his orange to the bunnies and forgave the little bold one for asking so rudely. They're hare-brained bunnies, it's important to remember that just having character is remarkable. These are creatures bred for ages to live only 2 years in a tiny cage in discomfort if not pain. I don't know how closely they resemble wild rabbits in some places in Europe, nor whether said wild rabbits are successful descendants of domestics. I suspect humans bred out rabbits from hares to begin with, losing numbers of them in the process and creating wild rabbit populations that look like the captive ones. These wild rabbit populations thrive more on the continual release of new members than they do on individual longevity or success. At best they can put a couple litters of kits into the world and add one or two to the colony after predation and hunger and disease do their jobs. Rabbits are tender beasts, they can stand all manner of discomfort but it causes the premature deaths we take for granted.
Most of my rabbits reach 10 years, toby is there and not ill at this time. He seems well enough to continue for some time to come if I don't forget his hay and care.
Lucky is even more fit, he's an athlete accustomed to going out into the yard daily in all but the most miserable of weather. With the cat flap on the porch door and a rock to block the back door from mindless humans he can get into the warm house and safety any time he wishes. I worry he'll still be alive when we move with our tiny house and how will he stand losing his garden? Can I build him a satisfactory temporary one on the road with an xpen? Would it be safe from hawks and eagles? Here in the city I just hope the spaces are too small for the bird to feel comfortable diving in and out with heavy prey.
Oooh, a crack in my back, lovely. I sit in a half lotus at my seat a lot, but lately the need to look down at my table has continuously forced a hunched position. I've been doing spinal reset exercises and stretching but this is to the point that even contortion isn't stretching these cramps out! I can bend over backwards and fold forwards again and yet still it happens! Ok, so suddenly I got it, someone mentioned looking down to text on a phone and I realized, my setup uses a separate bluetooth keyboard and ipad. this means I can insert a block for height under the screen and still use the keyboard at optimal hand height on the table. Brilliant. It really helps! I grabbed the kleenex box. Ipads are very light.
Keep stretching folks, it helps even when it isn't enough.