November 12th, 2005


worth some words

As much as I hesitate to call this a blog (which to me implies some sort of consistency along the line) and while I'm not entirely certain I have anything fresh to say on the matter, I like the idea Chris Clarke promulgates in Creek Running North of (in addition to being World Aids Day) making December 1, 2005 Blog Against Racism Day.

What he says:
[...]Which is all a very long-winded way of declaring December 1, 2005 - the 50th anniversary of Rosa Parks' heroic act of civil disobedience on that Montgomery bus - "Blog Against Racism" day, in which people post something on the very broad and complex subject of racism. You don't need to have a political blog to participate. Race, after all, affects almost every aspect of life in one way or another. Your post might be literary in nature, or historical, or concern current issues in need of political attention. You might take the opportunity to debunk scientific racism, or write poetry or essays about personal experiences, uplifting or depressing.

With luck, the discussion engendered will endure past midnight on December 2.

To participate, announce the date in your blog sometime soon to encourage others to take part. And then on December 1, 2005, Blog Against Racism!

In the abstract, I believe I am pretty egalitarian, but I also know I'm as enculturated as the next little ex-mormon white girl...

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This is my favorite weather to do yard work in. Not that I am a big fan of yard work. I don't garden, and I hold the world speed record in the Black Thumb Guild for killing houseplants with benign neglect. But living with a yard means there will be yard work, will or no.

I'm a pretty straight-forward yard worker as well. I like long-handled short-bladed clippers of the non-electric variety, and I like to cut things back. I suppose if you wanted to be grandiose you could call it "pruning" but really it's just a matter of "that's it, blackberry vines, you've overstepped the boundary into my sidewalk space, so off you go."

My current domicile also has some ambitious bamboo with designs on the thoroughfare as well. I seem to remember being told at one point that all bamboo is ambitious, and I'd be hard pressed to identify the variety since I only realized it was bamboo at all when I chopped the first piece of it down.

Either way, I have cleared the sidewalk of verdure, with the exception of the ivy runners. One, because by the time I got to their layer I was done with my excursion into the world of ill-tamed nature, and two because you can't chop ivy runners on a cement sidewalk with the kind of clippers I was using unless you want to bang the clippers up more than I am comfortable doing to someone else's equipment. Oh, and three, the ivy fails to impede use of the sidewalk the way the sticker-bushes and bamboo tend to do.

So our fancy new city-provided yard waste container is now down in the alley full of clippings. Actually, I was kind of impressed by the list of things you can put in the "yard waste" container - essentially anything you can put on a compost heap, and maybe some things you can't. Food scraps, plant clippings, and even greasy pizza boxes. This is a boon to myself and cjot, for whom pizza boxes are the bane of the recycling impulse. All that cardboard - did it get too saturated to recycle? How much is too much? Will they notice? Will it contaminate the entire load of paper? Argh! Now all is well, and the pizza boxes can be safely consigned to their own proper bin.