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Just Shelley

Funky Bird

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I am just not feeling hot today. And I am feeling hot today. I am in a funk and I’m funky.

Unlike Jonathon, I did not indulge in foods direct from the great salt lick; however, I want to indulge in visions of the Great Salt Lake.

I am sick, but I don’t want to stay at home cozied up in comfy blanket sipping hot cider. That was a Past Perfect moment. I want a Future Perfect Moment.

I want to get in Golden Girl and find sharp new leaf green, tangy ocean blue, and huckleberry purple. Breath deep of air six degrees removed from an exhaust pipe.

I want to find a moment when the sun hits the trees and colors the world late afternoon green-gold, before dipping into its next show of the day, early evening purple-red-blue.

I want to listen to seagulls quarrel and sparrows cheep and crows caw and jays screech, and to the sweet notes from song birds blended into shadows, unseen but gloriously heard.

I want to walk on dusty roads, and across water slick rocks, and over sandy beaches, leaving my footprints for all to see — for a moment. I want to watch weeds rustle with unseen creatures and proud elk silhouetted against wind blown cliff and shy crab scuttling away from predatory bird-like eyes.

I want to feel the warmth of the sun on my skin and my face, and the chill of winds blowing across ice and snow and the sparkling clarity and black velvet closeness of a night lit by a thousand million billion stars.

I want to take pictures and bring them back and most likely bore you all, and quite possibly amuse you all, and perhaps send one or three of you away with thoughts of “Oh God, she’s out taking pictures again. Is this going to be followed by more feminist crap?”

And I want to share with you moments of magic that occur in my world if I just get away from wires and a keyboard and a flat screen and, well, all of you.

Monday is Earth Day. In celebration of our world. Our home. All of our home. I don’t care where you are, where you live, I will, eventually, inhale the air you exhale.

By the way, did you have garlic for dinner?

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Technology

Now, what was that about an API?

Interesting. Dave has dropped the Google box from Scripting News, and Edd Dumbill from O’Reilly Network has come out with a short, sweet, succinct response to the Google API:

The frenzy over Google’s new SOAP API is just plain silly.

Hmmm. This sounds familiar. I wonder where I’ve heard something like this before?

Techie Woman rules.

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Photography

California Coast


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From the Shelley Loves Photography Collection:

The photo above is from the Muir Beach Lookout on the California coast north of San Francisco.

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Political Weblogging

And sometimes you want to sing

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

Peace bloggers. We have an official name, now. Of course, can’t have a term without a definition, and my definition of a peace blogger is anyone who believes, as Hodja did, that everyone in the Middle East conflict is right. And we believe this because we know that no one in the Middle East conflict is completely wrong. Takes two sides to make a war. Takes two sides to make a peace.

I guess peace starts with us, doesn’t it?

Unlike the typical warblogger, peace bloggers don’t always talk about peace. We don’t always talk about the Middle East. We don’t always talk about this story or that in the “biased and misrepresentational press”. In fact, there’s a lot of folks who are “peace bloggers” in heart, mind, and soul who don’t talk about the Middle East at all. And you know something, that’s just cool.

It seems to me that If you subscribe to an extremely narrow view of what’s right and wrong, why you’d have to spend pretty much all your time defending your view. So folks like Glenn Reynolds who focus on the Middle East and the evil Arabs and the wrongness of leftist-pinko liberals (me! me!) kind of have to because they’ve placed themselves on a ledge of belief that doesn’t have a lot of give, sure as heck doesn’t have a lot of take, and no room at all for movement.

How many warbloggers can stand on the head of a pin?

I know. It does seem as if there are a lot of warbloggers and they get a lot of buzz and a lot of hits per day and we can feel a bit overwhelmed at times. However, I’m finding that the warbloggers also link to each other in a kind of (close your eyes, AKMA) masturbational frenzy of self link love that’s a bit, well, kinky. However, that’s cool, too.

(I grew up in the generation that firmly believed in “whatever turns you on, as long as you don’t scare the cows”.)

Just because we’re peace bloggers doesn’t mean we have to spend all of our time refuting the warbloggers and crying out for peace. If you’re a peace blogger and read something that you feel strongly about, then post your thoughts, say the words, hum the tune. However, don’t feel you have to speak out just to balance the warblogger word count.

Remember the Vietnam war? Now what was it we were fighting for?

A peace blogger blogs for peace anytime they talk about their dog, show a picture, say a poem, sing a song, debate Post-Modernism, promote a book, talk about our significant others, talk about our kids, our jobs, our friends, about sex (we really do need more sex in weblogging), technology (Radio doesn’t count), and generally talk about life and what about life turns us on.

Always with the remembrance that wars result in people who have had their lives turned off. And nothing…nothing…nothing…will ever justify this.

Honk if you want peace, babies.

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Political Weblogging

Amongst the peace bloggers

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

I found an excellent essay, Vietnam War Retrospective that discusses photojournalism’s effects on the Vietnam protest movement. Among some of the events recalled by the author, Frank Cossa, is the following:

We saw a callow, fair young man slip a flower into the rifle barrel of a helmeted MP standing guard in front of the Pentagon; a literal demonstration of “flower power” in a gesture of perfect absurdist grace. (We never did see the Pentagon “levitate” as the Yippies promised it would on that occasion, but some of us are convinced that it gave a slight shimmy).

I remember these images very well — flower children, eyes glazed by love and peace (and liberal doses of grass), gently putting daisies and carnations into the rifles of very young guardsmen, most of whom hadn’t a clue how to respond to such action. The image was very powerful, and an effective companion to other photojournalist efforts that showed dead Vietnamese children and women and dead American soldiers as well as injured or dead protestors.

After all, without love, what were we fighting for?

Peace Bloggers speak out:

AKMA – BTW, thanks for trying in Doc’s comments, Rev

Jonathon – who really shouldn’t eat sardines and vegemite, followed by lamb and potatoes when sick

Eric – Off to jury duty next week, poor boy

Chris – My favorite chicken who clucks most elegantly

Kath – Who suggests we should send the current Middle East leaders to Pluto

Mike Golby who introduces us to a new South African, Nithia Govender as both discuss the choice South Africa made for peace. Gives hope.

Elaine – who has taken to peace blogging most passionately

Steve who, like Jonathon, specializes in the delicately subtle as compared to the clamorously loud (the latter being my own particular approach).

Rogi — who pointed out this interesting new bug that really looks like a bug and gets 1 litre/100 km.

And Karl – Who wrote the peace bloggers creed:

Read both sides. Get to the truth. Form your own opinions. And if you can – be courageous and speak them. But make sure you read both sides to the story. Don’t trust writers that do not declare their biases.

Don’t add to the data smog people – help cut thru it.