Thursday, July 07, 2011

more nature

Damn you Richard Dawkins, damn you to hell. I ended up spending hours blogging about Richard Dawkins and arguing with people on Facebook over how big a douchebag Richard Dawkins is. And now it's late and I should be going to bed - but must put nature online!

This batch of pix is less flowery.

Look - pretty! I was under a tree when I took this. Click for close-up.



Detail...



Who doesn't love a waterfall?



Detail...


My favorite tree of all time - the Japanese threadleaf maple.



There are two features that make the Japanese maple so beautiful - the leaves and the gnarly trunk. Here are the leaves


The Japanese maples were mostly around the Japanese hill and pond garden, which is gorgeous and which I had seen before - but I don't remember seeing these stairs that lead to an area of the Japanese garden that I never knew existed before. I don't know if it's new or I just missed it before - it is easy to miss.





I climbed the stairs and found... more tomorrow.

Wednesday, July 06, 2011

more confirmation that Richard Dawkins is a gigantic douchebag

I had a run-in with Richard Dawkins on the Pharyngula blog a couple of years ago and I was just amazed by what a petty, arrogant, condescending personality he turned out to have.

Religious people can't stand him because he's always saying how stupid they are for being religious, but really, he pretty much thinks everybody is stupid compared to himself, and he is not in the least ashamed to show it.

That he has gotten a ton of negative publicity for attacking a woman in the skeptic/atheist community for daring to complain about something that he, Richard Dawkins, doesn't feel is acceptably complaint-worthy doesn't surprise me - what surprises me is that it took this long for it to happen.

Most people agree that Dawkins over-reacted to what may or may not have originally been an over-reaction, but Dawkins has a legion of fanboys who are ready to defend his right to be a complete douchebag on account of his alleged "brilliance."

I am not impressed by Richard Dawkins. He may have written a few good articles or book chapters, but he is both a sexist who completely buys into the gender essentialism of evolutionary psychology - he claimed on Pharyngula that women are naturally more monogamous then men - and he's an anti-Muslim bigot.

I've already gone on at length about Dawkins and evolutionary psychology on this blog, so I'll address his bigotry.

Dawkins is not alone in his bigotry - there are many in the atheist community who use their atheism as an excuse to be anti-Muslim bigots.

Now I'm an atheist, and nobody detests religion more than me. But I detest it because it's anti-rational and virtually all religions are based on the most absurd premises, or at the very least based on claims that are untestable.

The Invisible Pink Unicorn pseudo-religion covers the absurdity of all that perfectly.

I am an atheist because I find the claims of all religions unbelievable. That's all you need to be an atheist.

But there is a subset of the atheist world that attributes all bad things to religion, especially for example, war and violence.

This is obviously wrong to any reasonable person after about five seconds of reflection. Napoleonic Wars. The Khmer Rouge. The Civil War. And on and on and on.

But as a proponent of cultural materialism I do not believe that religion is nearly as powerful a force in controlling human behavior as Dawkins and all the other cultural idealists believe. Religion is just one aspect of a culture, and the culture itself is shaped by the infrastructure - that is the environment, the means of production and the means of reproduction.

Marvin Harris tackled the malleability of religion-based behavior in his study of Hindu cow-worship, recounted in his wonderful Cows, Pigs, Wars and Witches.

First he explains why cows became sacred in the first place - because through making cow-killing taboo, those farmers who believed in the taboo were less likely to kill their cow during famines, and thus would still have a cow and be able to farm, once the famine was over. It's a form of cultural selection, as opposed to natural selection.

But he demonstrated that although it is considered sacrilege to kill cattle by Hindus, Indian farmers had a wide array of passive calf-killing techniques, such as selective starvation, if they so desired to rid themselves of calves of the wrong gender - females were preferred in southern India for their milk, but males were preferred as plow animals in northern India.

But in spite of the obvious evidence of calf-killing through lopsided gender ratios, all the farmers agreed that it was wrong to kill a calf. They hid the truth from the law, but maybe even from themselves.

But to idealists like Dawkins, cow-worship just happened out of thin air, and Indian culture was built around the idea - rather than the other way round.

And this is why Richard Dawkins believes that the religion of Islam is inducing Muslims to be violent, rather than a culture that promotes violence happening to be Muslim.

Here's Dawkins' most famous howler:
“There are no Christians, as far as I know, blowing up buildings. I am not aware of any Christian suicide bombers. I am not aware of any major Christian denomination that believes the penalty for apostasy is death. I have mixed feelings about the decline of Christianity, in so far as Christianity might be a bulwark against something worse.”

As recently as the 1990s the IRA, a proudly Catholic and anti-Protestant organization had a bombing campaign going on in London.

I find it hard to believe that Dawkins, a British citizen, has never heard of the IRA.

The creeds of Christianity are no less pro-violence than the creeds of Islam. And the history of Christian groups is no less violent than the history of Muslim groups.

So Dawkins' claim that Muslims are inherently more violence-prone than Christians is based on, literally, nothing. Or more to the point - his anti-Muslim beliefs are based entirely on bigotry.

I should add though that as appalling as his bigotry is, his sexism is just as appalling.

In his follow-up to his original belittling comments, he dug himself even deeper by suggesting that rape can't possibly happen in an elevator with the implication that any woman who is assaulted in an elevator has only herself to blame:
I sarcastically compared Rebecca's plight with that of women in Muslim countries or families dominated by Muslim men. Somebody made the worthwhile point (reiterated here by PZ) that it is no defence of something slightly bad to point to something worse. We should fight all bad things, the slightly bad as well as the very bad. Fair enough. But my point is that the 'slightly bad thing' suffered by Rebecca was not even slightly bad, it was zero bad. A man asked her back to his room for coffee. She said no. End of story.
But not everybody sees it as end of story. OK, let's ask why not? The main reason seems to be that an elevator is a confined space from which there is no escape. This point has been made again and again in this thread, and the other one.

No escape? I am now really puzzled. Here's how you escape from an elevator. You press any one of the buttons conveniently provided. The elevator will obligingly stop at a floor, the door will open and you will no longer be in a confined space but in a well-lit corridor in a crowded hotel in the centre of Dublin.

No, I obviously don't get it. I will gladly apologise if somebody will calmly and politely, without using the word fuck in every sentence, explain to me what it is that I am not getting.

Richard


See, if you are raped in an elevator you are just too fucking stupid to press a button. You fucking whining moron. Now shut the fuck up because unless you are a Muslim woman, you have nothing to complain about.

Actually this letter brings together both Dawkins' anti-Muslim bigotry and his sexism. Because his main focus on the suffering of women in Muslim cultures is the MUSLIM part. He keeps presenting the issue of genital mutilation as if it's both rampant in Muslim cultures and unique to Muslim cultures. It is not. But he keeps pushing it that way due to his anti-Muslim bigotry.

And any woman who says that being propositioned by a guy in an elevator at 4 AM makes her uncomfortable is just crazy or paranoid. Because Richard Dawkins just can't imagine what it must be like to be someone other than Richard Dawkins even for a moment.

It puts me in mind of what Albert Einstein said: "Imagination is more important than knowledge."

Nature for real

You want some nature? I got your nature right here...

Tiger lilies with an apartment building in the background...

You can click this picture to see a giant version.



Here's a close-up detail:



Queen Anne's Lace - it was very bright on July 4 and it ended up flattening many of the pix (and I left off the high definition option to save battery power) but it worked out for this image which becomes fairly abstract. Click to see the giant version.



Detail:


Pretty little flowers.



Bigger little flowers:


White flowers, and the tip of my boot.



Detail:


Come back for more nature tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 05, 2011

yay nature

First I had to get my bearings. I looked at the orientation North that the compass rose in front of the visitors center indicated, and compared that the the Compass utility that came with my iPhone - they did not match up. Then nearby carved into the stone was an explanation:



The compass rose on the ground is so big you can see it with Google maps with the Satellite setting:



So then I was ready to see nature. The high humidity destroyed my hair.



More pix soon - that was a long day and I'm exhausted!

Monday, July 04, 2011

before the nature

I finally made it to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden this year!

But before the nature, I saw other interesting things on the way.

This guy was playing a kokyu at the Union Square subway station - he was playing "America the Beautiful."



The entrance to the Brooklyn Public Library is the most awesome thing ever.



It took me a minute to get the theme of the gold figures on the door - but as soon as I saw The Raven on the crest of the bust of Pallas I got it: American literature.



But to my surprise Google has not come up with a list of all the works represented... yet.

I recognized Bre'r Rabbit, Moby Dick, The Last of the Mohicans and Walt Whitman - the man himself - I presume representing "Song of Myself."



I got right up under it for a shot of the owls at the top. You can click this image to see the full-size version for all the details.



Here is a close-up of the owls.



Next post: nature.

Sunday, July 03, 2011

BBG or bust

Long-time readers of this blog may recall that the very first day of this year I had plans to go to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. Here it is, half a year later, and I still have not managed to get there.

Tomorrow. I will go tomorrow - miraculously it is open tomorrow. I will also take pix. Very different pix from what I would've gotten in January. But anyway...

Damn you autocorrect

You can only really appreciate this site if you have an iPhone and have experienced the joys of autocorrect - and if you do you will die laughing when you read it.

Examples

























This one might be the best:



OK, that's enough for now - the tears are rolling down my eyes from reading these.

Let the little kitties come to me...



For some reason Mr. Fuzz decided that he adored Kinky Jesus.

One of Mistress Ilsa's clients, Reverend Hartford, likes to dress as Jesus. He also likes to dress as Mr. Rogers... but that's the one thing that is not allowed in Mistress Ilsa's dungeon.


I Photoshopped the puppet in - I still have to get a puppet, which we just thought of during rehearsal. Hey if I can Photoshop a glass of absinthe in for Mr. Rochester, I can certainly put in a puppet.

In fact I pretty much Photoshop every single photo in any of my theatre productions - I don't think the actors realize how much work I do on their faces. I take out zits, stray hairs, increase the color intensity on their hair and irises, firm up chin lines, etc. etc. etc. I take some pretty big liberties:

  • One actor I worked with was corpulent and I removed about 4 inches off her upper arm.

  • Another actor had asymmetrical eyes - his left eye was slightly closer to his nose than his right eye. Not enough that it was obvious what was wrong - I originally thought that his eyes were just too close together - but when you're sitting there staring at a production photo you figure it out. So for one face-front photo I nudged his left eye, ever so slightly away from his nose. It was a definite improvement, although still not perfect, but I was afraid to make his eyes perfectly symmetrical because then it would have been obvious - at least I was afraid it would. In retrospect...

  • I worked with an actor who had serious bags under her eyes and I always Photoshopped them into virtual extinction. I saw photos of her in another production and was shocked that they hadn't thought to do the same thing, since the bags made her look at least ten years older than she actually was. Not everybody cares so much about production photos I guess.

    And I don't think a single one of these actors noticed I had made such significant changes.

    Mistress Anastasia (aka "The Snake") knows her way around a whip.



    That's Doug Rossi as Reverend Hartford, Alice Anne English as Mistress Ilsa and Carolyn Paine as The Snake. Because it is the 4th of July weekend, two of the actors were MIA. Pix of them next week.
  • Saturday, July 02, 2011

    My favorite Facebook comment ever

    And in all caps yet!



    There have been some arguments on Facebook about the recent revelations about the maid who accused DSK of rape. As I said a couple of days ago, whatever else happened, I just can't believe that a woman would drop what she's doing in order to give a blowjob to an old man out of pure desire. It's a preposterous idea. And DSK is known for using his world-leader status to coerce women into having sex with him - obviously they aren't lining up for him out of pure lust.

    Somebody likes Joann Miles comment - I confess - c'est moi!

    Friday, July 01, 2011

    The wisdom of Mistress Ilsa 2

    MISTRESS ILSA

    There was only one true good man- and he is no longer on this Earth.

    TRIXIE

    You mean Jesus?

    MISTRESS ILSA

    No I mean that guy on TV. He’s American but they had him in Latvia too. The one who sang "won’t you be my neighbor."

    TRIXIE

    Mister Rogers?

    MISTRESS ILSA

    Yeah, that’s him.

    TRIXIE

    Well, he liked to play with puppets.

    MISTRESS ILSA

    But not in a weird way. He was trying to help kids.

    I want to gay marry the Bloggess

    This is the best thing on the Internet ever. Or maybe just the best thing ever. If you don't LOL by the time you get to the second photo it means you are really an android. And have been, all along.

    I got this via Ann Bartow on Facebook.

    Thursday, June 30, 2011

    the porntastic world of Dominique Strauss-Kahn

    On June 6, DSK pleaded "not guilty" of sexual assault and according to the New York Times, the defense has indicated that it will argue that any sexual encounter was consensual.
    “Once the evidence is reviewed it will be clear that there was no element of forcible compulsion whatsoever, any evidence to the contrary is simply not credible,” said Benjamin Brafman, one of Mr. Strauss-Kahn’s lawyers.


    Whether he's guilty or not of rape I will never buy the idea that a chambermaid would suddenly drop what she was doing, out of her own free will, and give a blowjob to an elderly stranger. There is only one place where this kind of thing happens - in olde tyme porno films.

    Not that I have alot of experience with those, but based on what I've seen from the movie "Boogie Nights," pre-Internet porn tried to come up with stories - albeit absurd and cheezy stories.

    So here's DSK's porno script:

    (MUSIC CUE. Electric guitar with wah-wah effects pedal plays: "bow chicka bow-wow")

    SWANKY HOTEL ROOM.

    SHOT FROM BEHIND: The magnificent beast DSK, portly, graying, 60-something. All women want him, all men want to be him. DSK is drying himself with a towel.

    KNOCK AT THE DOOR.

    FEMALE VOICE

    Cleaning service.

    DSK

    Come een.

    The maid enters. She is in her 30s, but even so, still attractive.

    MAID

    Oh, excuse me, I did not think there would be a semi-naked attractive man here.

    DSK

    Oh, zo you lahk what you see hahn? Well whaadabout zees?

    He turns to the camera and drops his towel. Water from his shower still glistens on his big round belly, which is covered with gray hair. He is fully erect.

    MAID

    Oh, what a wonderful surprise.

    DSK

    Oh yes, Ah have a teep for you baybee. Hawn hawn hawn.

    MAID

    Oh magnificent man, I wish you to make love to me right now.

    DSK

    Oh Ahm zo zorree, Ah do nawt 'ave zee tahm to devote to l'amour as much as Ah would lahk - I am to meet mah dau-tair for zee luncheon in 'af-an-owair.

    MAID

    Oh you tease. But at least allow me to perform fellatio on you. You owe me at least that much.

    DSK

    Well, Ah can't leave you frustraited can Ah? But fairst Ah must lock ze door.

    MAID

    Oh you think of everything you magnificent beast.

    She gets down on her knees.

    DSK

    Mais oui. Hawn hawn hawn. Now mahk eet queek, Ahm hongree beetch.

    MAID

    So am I!

    MUSIC: Bow-chicka-bow-wow!

    Wednesday, June 29, 2011

    who is the gaucho, amigo?

    My Facebook friend Mike Doughty has me thinking about Steely Dan - apparently someone was attacking the Dan and Doughty was defending the Dan - as well he should.

    There are so many reasons why Steely Dan is great. Here's just one reason: "Gaucho" the title track from their 1981 album.

    The Dan is known for perfectionism and that reached its peak in Gaucho. According to Wiki:
    Even though the session players hired for Gaucho were amongst the most talented from both the East and West Coast session fraternities, Fagen and Becker were still not satisfied with the basic tracks for some of the songs, particularly with regard to the timing of the drum tracks. In a 2006 interview for SOS Magazine, Donald Fagen stated that he and Becker told recording engineer Roger Nichols:

    "'It's too bad that we can't get a machine to play the beat we want, with full-frequency drum sounds, and to be able to move the snare drum and kick drum around independently.' Nichols replied 'I can do that.' This was back in 1978 or something, so we said 'You can do that???' To which he said 'Yes, all I need is $150,000.' So we gave him the money out of our recording budget, and six weeks later he came in with this machine and that is how it all started."

    According to Ken Micaleff in an article in Modern Drummer, the title song's drum track was assembled from 46 different takes. The drummer on the session, Jeff Porcaro, is quoted as saying:

    "From noon till six we'd play the tune over and over and over again, nailing each part. We'd go to dinner and come back and start recording. They made everybody play like their life depended on it. But they weren't gonna keep anything anyone else played that night, no matter how tight it was. All they were going for was the drum track."


    Steely Dan's horn arrangements do occasionally get a little brassy for my taste, and the opening of Gaucho is a case in point. But the melody of the song makes up for it and it's the piano that really drives the song.

    Apparently Gaucho was "intended as a tribute to Jazz pianist Keith Jarrett." Jarrett sued, claiming Becker and Fagen ripped off his "Long As You Know You're Living Yours." And if you listen to it on Youtube you can definitely hear the similarities. Becker and Fagen settled out of court for a million dollars and co-writing credit for Jarrett.

    But as much as I like both the Jarrett and the Dan tunes, what really makes this quite special is the subject: a gay casino owner's jealous relationship with his boyfriend.

    Lyrics from the Steely Dan web site
    Just when I say
    "Boy we can't miss
    You are golden"
    Then you do this
    You say this guy is so cool
    Snapping his fingers like a fool
    One more expensive kiss-off
    Who do you think I am

    Lord I know you're a special friend
    But you don't seem to understand
    We got heavy rollers
    I think you should know
    Try again tomorrow

    Can't you see they're laughing at me
    Get rid of him
    I don't care what you do at home
    Would you care to explain

    Who is the gaucho amigo
    Why is he standing
    In your spangled leather poncho
    And your elevator shoes
    Bodacious cowboys
    Such as your friend
    Will never be welcome here
    High in the Custerdome

    What I tell you
    Back down the line
    I'll scratch your back
    You can scratch mine
    No he can't sleep on the floor
    What do you think I'm yelling for
    I'll drop him near the freeway
    Doesn't he have a home

    Lord I know you're a special friend
    But you refuse to understand
    You're a nasty schoolboy
    With no place to go
    Try again tomorrow

    Don't tell me he'll wait in the car
    Look at you
    Holding hands with the man from Rio
    Would you care to explain

    Who is the gaucho amigo
    Why is he standing
    In your spangled leather poncho
    With the studs that match your eyes
    Bodacious cowboys
    Such as your friend
    Will never be welcome here
    High in the Custerdome


    So a straight male song-writing team got a song about a gay relationship onto Top 40 radio in 1980. That's just one example of Steely Dan's subversiveness.

    Of course the Beatles had already pioneered this sort of thing, with the "tit tit tit" backing lyrics of Girl and "four a-fish and finger pie" of Penny Lane. But Gaucho is an excellent continuation of that tradition.

    Listen:

    Tuesday, June 28, 2011

    Time to retire, Grampaw.

    Dan Rottenberg—Editor of Broad Street Review—Spews Vile Rape Commentary

    Of course Dan Rottenberg is only saying what so many people - especially of his generation - believe. That if a woman deliberately puts herself some place where MEN might also be present, then if she is raped, she only has herself to blame. Because that is how men are. Because men absolutely cannot help themselves. If they see cleavage or a thigh or a woman practicing journalism they MUST RAPE. It's the splendiferousness of being an all-natural male animal and women must bow to nature.

    It's funny, if a straight guy is raped because he went somewhere that he knew gay men would be, would creepy old coot feel the same way about the natural rape urges of males?

    Granted this is in some obscure Philadelphia cultural rag that almost nobody reads, but it must be said: IT'S TIME TO RETIRE, GRAMPAW!

    The wisdom of Mistress Ilsa


    MISTRESS ILSA

    Any time you hear a religious man ranting about something, calling it an abomination, you know that this is exactly what he wishes for the most. Do you know how many of these Bible thumpers who talk about the evils of homosexuality are paying a man for sexual services?

    TRIXIE

    How many?

    MISTRESS ILSA

    All of them.

    Monday, June 27, 2011

    pix etc

    Long MISTRESS ILSA rehearsal today and I'm wiped out - directing always wears me out because I'm concentrating so intently the whole time - not to mention spending part of the time doing producer duties like making sure the actors get fed.

    But I couldn't resist taking a picture of today's sunset, seen out my living room window:



    Then since I was taking pictures I couldn't resist taking pictures of the two cutie-wootie cats nearby. I use to have a cat tree, but ditched it during one of my moves, so I had to create one using the top two shelves of this storage unit - the bottom two selves have printers and paper and a caddy with scissors, pens etc.



    Mr. Fuzz always goes on the third shelf and Miss Willow always goes on the top shelf. Occasionally Mr. Fuzz ventures onto the top shelf when Miss Willow is already there and then LOOK OUT.

    Miss Willow gets cranky any time something different happens - you can see her ears going back a little in annoyance because I was taking a bunch of pictures. If she doesn't understand it, she doesn't like it.



    And soon she decided to take a hike.



    But Mr. Fuzz doesn't mind.




    When something different is happening his main concern is investigating it to see if he can either eat it or play with it. He's so brave that he even comes out to see the actors during rehearsals at my place. Don't get me wrong - he's nervous and eventually gets scared and has to run back into the bedroom, but he will usually at least make the rounds to sniff each person and give them a chance to pet him. This always makes the actors very happy.

    With Miss Willow, as soon there is even a hint we might have visitors - even if I start to straighten up the living room - she immediately goes to her safe place in the basket under my bed. That's just how she likes it and don't ever try to make her do anything else. She won't have it.

    Sunday, June 26, 2011

    straight from the scuttlebutt: it's the end of an era



    I miscalculated - I actually only had one more Willie the Whaler ad! This is it.

    I saved this one for last because it represents the fulfillment of all Willie's desires - that is, to kick back in his hammock, boots off, holding a tall cool drink aloft, gazing upon it with the reverence normally reserved for a relic of one's patron saint.

    Word origins of "scuttlebutt" courtesy of The Word Detective:
    As a synonym for "the word going around" or "gossip," "scuttlebutt" dates back to the days of sailing ships, when men were men and ships lacked plumbing. If a sailor wanted a drink of fresh water to quench his thirst between floggings, he made his way to the "scuttlebutt," the tall ships' equivalent of today's water cooler. The "scuttlebutt" was actually nothing but a small wooden keg with a hold cut in its side, used to hold the crew's daily ration of drinking water. The name "scuttlebutt" is a logical combination of "scuttle," meaning to cut a hole something, and "butt," meaning a small cask or keg (from the Latin "butta," cask or wine-skin). Incidentally, casks were not the only things "scuttled" at sea. To "scuttle" a ship means to deliberately sink her, usually by cutting a hole in the side below the water line.


    And another related item - there is a newsletter about sailing appropriately called The Scuttlebutt.

    So I've posted about 45 Willie the Whaler ads and unless I find any new ones in the 1961-65 issues of the New Yorker this is it. I will see about an animated gif - or maybe even a little movie with a sailor's hornpipe playing.

    Saturday, June 25, 2011

    YAY for gay rights!



    Now I'm really bummed out - I was going to go to the Pride parade tomorrow but now have a MISTRESS ILSA rehearsal scheduling conflict. Damn - tomorrow's parade promises to be one of the biggest and best ever thanks to last night's marriage vote.

    Friday, June 24, 2011

    Inside Job - the goods

    In this trailer of Inside Job, the movie that everybody should see, there is a clip of the therapist I mentioned, which was part of the inspiration for MISTRESSS ILSA.

    His name is Jonathan Alpert and he says: "These people are risk-takers, they're impulsive, I see a lot of cocaine use, prositution..."

    Although technically a dominatrix is not classified as a prostitute...

    Interesting interview with the director/producer of Inside Job in the Huffington Post.

    ooh pretty



    I really like my camera phone.