July 30th, 2015
Yes, this whole Cecil thing does bother me. I’ve seen a lot of criticism of people posting about Cecil when there are so many other awful things going on in the world these days. But it’s not binary. And it’s not about “hunting,” because dragging an elephant as bait to lure a protected animal out of its sanctuary, wounding it with a bow and arrow and not tracking it immediately and not ending its suffering until 40 hours later, that is not hunting. And there’s also an interest curve, things pop and wane.
I’ve had some time now to consider what shows up in my computer… Of those of us who are commenting on Cecil, we can be concerned about many issues at once, we MUST be concerned about many issues at once. Most of the people I’ve seen posting about Cecil are activist sorts, people also standing up for equal rights, those who worked for gay marriage, an end to police shootings and abuse, prosecution of bank fraud and rabid capitalism, sex trafficking, homelessness, essentially, demonstrating that we need to pay attention to all these issues for anything to change. We can and will be concerned about many, many things. Cecil will be high on the “interest curve” for a while and then we’ll be following the Ray Tensing trail, and then there’s the four Clean Line transmission proposals trying to steamroll their way through state and federal scrutiny. On the other hand, those who are not commenting about Cecil are the same ones not standing up about all things political, ethical, and illegal. I’m noticing the silence. Will watch this over time and see if this hypothesis holds!
Small writes that “most humans are… not just ignorant of but indifferent to almost all of the species on the planet.” In fact, people are “biophobic” meaning they are “slightly to extremely negative towards the majority of species they encounter.”
My issue here is that this is such a blatant case of narcissism on parade, a demonstration of white male privilege in the extreme:
This guy is a privileged white male dentist who pays out more money than most of us make in a year to go around the world and kill beautiful rare animals and bring pieces of them home and display on his walls. Oh, and he wants to convince us that he’s Putin II. Oh, please… urp… Well, then again, considering what we know of Putin, perhaps there are similarities.
As a part of his sentence, I’d like to see it include restitution of all he’s paid for this “hunting” to animal sanctuaries; that he must photograph in the wild each of the animals he’s listed as having killed, whether by his “hunting groups” or in criminal records (yes, go photograph a bear); that he face a public (and protected) public shaming; that he get a psych evaluation and follow the recommendation; that he lost his dentistry license for ethical breeches/unethical breaches.
That’s a start.
Here’s the Board of Dentistry’s Settlement regarding the sexual harassment claim against him in 2009 (note it is expressly not “Disciplinary Action”):
And on NPR (I’d write that headline a bit different… “hunter?” … maybe just “Walt, call home!”):
Let’s keep on this guy… and let’s keep on all the other issues we care about, stop the Clean Line, all four of them, keep demonstrating at the Mall of America, jump up and with with glee as they shut down sand mines in the Driftless area, and run “Greenmark Solar” out of Red Wing!
June 29th, 2015
As Ed Berger said, “Tryin’ is lyin’ cuz if you were tryin’ you’d be doin’ it!” So now, it’s time to try, once more with feeling!
True, I’ll never be able to replace my Selmer VI. Of all the things stolen while I was on my last trip before law school, which was pretty much everything I owned, the loss of my horn hurt the most of all. That was the worst of the high price I paid to go to law school and that last run to try to make some dough… sigh… that sure didn’t work. But Friday, driving around town, we stopped at a garage sale, and it was 50% off day. I found a workable cheap horn, workable and utilitarian, certainly nothing like my Mark VI. It has a leak somewhere in the low end but it’s an improvement on the others I’d found, ones that were way old, cool wall hangings but without that feel, not real playable, very old and creaky and leaky. Wishful thinking, I’d scored a preowned Beechler S5S without deep tooth marks a while back, and I’m set up with a box of weak LaVozs. I think this will be enough to let me know if my cracked teeth can handle this.
Whew, serious woodshed time! Neighbors will probably shoot me!
June 26th, 2015
Here are the actual Opinions (and the Dissents are … stunning… hilarious… OH… MY… DOG!):
Turns out our own Rep. Frank Hornstein has a tie to this — very cool:
I feel a personal connection to history today. Around a year after my Mom’s death in 1998, my father sold the Cincinnati home I grew up in to James Obergefell and John Arthur. A few years later I visited that home with my father, brother and sister and James and John gave us a tour, proudly showing off the renovations and improvements they made to the place. Scott Dibble’s text to me a few minutes ago says it all: LOVE WINS. Thank you James Obergefell for your courage and activism and may John Arthur’s name forever be a blessing
May 19th, 2015
A couple years ago, ALJ Kathleen Sheehy, now Hennepin County judge, was overseeing the public hearing for the CapX 2020 transmission project, and at one point, she threw up her hands, “ENOUGH ABOUT THE TREES!” and shut down a witness’s testimony about the impact of that project on his tree farm.
But FYI, Judge Sheehy, you can’t ever say enough about the trees… and shrubs and plants of all sorts. It’s horrible without them, and with some nurturing, they can come back. New trees are replacing the ones mowed down for the West Avenue project, the plants eaten down to the ground by those damn deer are growing back, seems like the deer are somewhere else this year, even the hostas are thriving. First load of rhubarb pulled and the rhubarb cheezecake was to die for, lasted all of about 24 hours.
From this, which really, really sucked:
To this — the City says they’ll be done with seeding by June 1, and I want to move a bunch of day lilies in on the boulevard:
And in the back, when the house was abandoned, the garage had a “dog door” and a fence, seems the poor dogs spent a lot of time out there (though there were dog poops on the attached garage roof, someone was letting them out the upstairs door. From the County Assessor file:
Cleaned up some to sell:
And now a shop, AC, heated, and water too!
Steiner’s grave under the hosta, with the pink bleeding heart and “liberal” (white one!), and the peony by the A/C over Tippicanoe.
Spireas were eaten to the ground by deer a couple years ago, and last year but not as much, and now they’re taking off!
Although one of the barberry shrubs from the other house didn’t survive:
And the honeysuckle is going nuts, the one on the other side is too shaded, but it’ll grow. Along the day lilies is where the drainage tube went all the way to the street, the City has been good about helping with drainage: