First magnificent storm of the season

Tonight we’re getting our first serious storm of the season. I love this time of year, sitting up in my chair by the double window in my bedroom/office and watching the storm roll in and then by.

All the blooms are gone, replaced by the Missouri green. Seems to have come early this year, and the only flowering trees left are the dogwoods. These last of the season blossoms are fast becoming a favorite of mine; I’ve always been a sucker for a late bloomer.

For some odd reason, I always feel like baking during a storm, and tonight was no exception. Nice, sweet golden egg cake with dark, rich chocolate frosting. Probably one of the classic cakes of all time, and rightfully so. Relatively easy to make, too (”add egg, beat; add egg, beat; add egg, lick spoon; add egg, beat”).

But I was kept awake much of the night last night by the trailer to tonight’s storm, and as I was taking the cake in its large glass pan from the oven, it started to slip from my oven mitts. I juggled it to keep it from dropping, and ended up putting the length of my right forearm against the hot oven wall. My that was really unpleasant and even holding the arm under cold water for five minutes hasn’t dulled the pain completely or kept it from getting red.

Tonight is a night where I treat myself to nighttime Tylenol. After I have a piece of yellow cake with rich, dark chocolate frosting that is. Doesn’t that sound good? Don’t you wish you were me?

I love storms. Every year at this time I come back with the same phrase, “I love storms”. Regular as the clock on the wall and the mist in the mornings, “I love storms”. Isn’t it nice that as changeable as all this is, some things are consistent? I mean, I could write, “We had a huge storm tonight. It was awful, I hated it”, and then you’d suffer the vertigo of suddenly changed expectations.

(”Whoa! Don’t sneak that kind of change up on a bod! There are children present!”)

During the worst of the storm when the rain is coming down hard, I like to sit at the window and let my fancy roam. Tonight I thought about the drops of water that were falling, and how at one time they were part of a stream, that flowed from a lake, that was the remains of a mighty ocean that once covered the earth. The sun heated the water and it rose into the clouds that flew from Vancouver, over the Rockies, across the plains until it fell on the lawn in front of our place, where the bunny that’s no longer afraid of me makes its home.

The water causes the grass to grow, which is then eaten by the bunny, who will, die and be eaten in turn, and the water will be returned to soil, and eventually joined with other water and during another heavy rain, flow downhill to the drain and from the drain to the river, and back to the lake, and back to the ocean that exists now.

It’s a pretty thought, isn’t it?

Then the cycle begins anew, and the drop in the ocean is turned into mist and from there into cloud except this time the water falls over Washington DC where it becomes part of the reservoir, and flows through a pipe, and another, and another, until it becomes one of a thousand thousand other drops used to fill a crystal water decanter–where it is used to wash down a pretzel being eaten by a head of state.

He goes to the bathroom and the drop is released into the sewers and back into the ocean, yet again, where it becomes cloud, over land, land, land, until the weight is too much and the drop must needs fall…right on my head, as I leave the car to walk to the house (past the bunny), confirming what I’ve known all along: George Bush is pissing on me.

You know, even with the pain pills and the fun, foolishness, and fotos, my arm still hurts, so good-night.

Diversity Technology Weblogging

Passing on the spear

The nice thing about the current generation of women webloggers and their initiatives, such as Sheroes and Blogher, is these are well organized events managed by strong, dedicated women. Hopefully with their efforts, women will no longer continue to be invisible.

For me, personally, an added benefit is that I don’t feel I have to continue to fight the good fight. After all, I’ve been beating this dog for four years, and haven’t seen that I’ve been particularly successful. I think all I’ve managed to do is dissuade any technology company from hiring me.

Being a woman in technology and challenging the sticky bricks of male domination in weblogging (and elsewhere) has always been a bit tricky because unlike most other professions, the tech industry has not only accepted weblogging, it has created the technology that keeps the heart beating and the words flowing. When you challenge the status quo–such as question the number of women speakers at a conference, a company’s hiring practices, or even men not linking to women, whatever–you’re effectively challenging people who could eventually be a potential employer.

Going from “You’re a sexist dog”, to, “Can I have a job, please?”, and actually getting a job only works in the movies.

Still, it never did seem right to just let things slide, and I would, from time to time, push back in my own indubital way. (”Ouch! Hot! It burns! It burns! Hot!”) However, after the recent ‘do’ with Mr. Scoble, Sir, I decided to *retire from the lists and focus on technology and my oddball writing and photography and hikes in the woods, and leave the battle to the fresh blood.

Yeah, I’ve said before I wouldn’t write on this topic again, and then would come back to it. (Not that anyone particularly cared — ever notice how we make these pronouncements on our weblogs and the most people will do is, “Eh, get a load of her, thinking we give a shit.”) That was before the current level of women’s activism. Now, I just don’t need to get in people’s faces anymore–plenty of women already there.

Rock on, ladies.

*Of course, that doesn’t mean I won’t write “Men Don’t Link” Parts 2,3,4,…,n. That other was work, this was fun.

Diversity Weblogging


Couple of events related to women and weblogging are coming in the next few months. I want to talk about both them, but separately, as they deserve. The first event is Blog Sheroes, a meetup described as:

Feminist bloggers meetings starting in NYC and spreading across the nation like a rabid yeast infection.

Humor and strong feminist identity right from the start: my kind of ladies. This event is being held April 24th, in New York city, and has been organized by CultureKitchen and Nichelle Newsletter.

I think Sheroes sounds like the start of something interesting–women webloggers getting together to work on effective solutions to infiltrate the “other side”; kicking entrenched butt out of the way.

And hey! The logo looks good with my weblog!