It has been such a lazy day. All our body clocks are completely confused. It’s going to be so hard on Sam to get up Monday morning!
These days have been sweet and uncomplicated. I just had a delightful candlelit bath, with my storyteller staying with me the whole time. I am very, very sleepy now.
I’ve put this off for a time out of sheer laziness, I suppose, but it’s past time to move the rest of the articles on this site into WordPress. I don’t know how long it’ll take me to work through them, but I’ll try to space them out a bit so as not to flood the feed. I’ll try to remember to use the “more” tag, too.
I can’t just dump the HTML into posts or pages, because there’s always something that’s outdated, or that I would put differently now. And, of course, I’m trying to do this migration without leaving a bunch of broken links, which means setting up redirects as I go.
Yes, I know that I have obsessive-compulsive disorder. It’s officiously diagnosed and everything. No, there’s nothing you can do or say that will relieve me of feeling that I had to go through every single article.
Oh. To be more accurate than above, I’ve put this off due to sheer perfectionism, which is highly susceptible to procrastination for exactly these kinds of reasons.
Let us give thanks for chaos and logos
and implicate order;
for dark matter, bright galaxies,
and nonlocal connections; for crystals and continents;
for Lucy’s skull and Mary Leakey’s
footprints in volcanic ash; for Thales’ water,
Heraclitus’ fire, and Pythagorean forms; for the
Indian zero, algebra, and algorithms; for the
oscillations of the Yin and the Yang; for
acupuncture, Su Sung’s astronomical clock, and
Huang Tao P’i’s textile technology; for Arabic
alchemists on the Old Silk Road and Ibn Sina’s
Canon of Medicine; for Euclid and Newton and “God
playing dice”; for Kepler’s snowflake and Kekule’s
dream; for Mendel’s monastery peas and the genetic
Tetragrammaton on the spiral staircase of life;
for fractals, ferns and fall foliage; for
caterpillars and cocoons; for the infant’s first cry;
for Pachebel’s canon; for stained glass windows,
Leeuwenhoek’s microscope, and the Galileo
probe; for the World Wide Web to help us become
conscious of cosmic interconnectedness; but most
of all, let us give thanks for the twin passions
which make us fully human–the yearning to
transcend the boundaries of time and space by
learning and by loving.
Invocation, by Ingrid Shafer
For the opening of the Oklahoma Academy of Science on 7 November 1997
A friend emailed the piece to me several years ago. I wanted to link to it, but couldn’t find a copy of it on the web, so I made one (with Dr. Shafer’s permission, of course). Today seems a good time to move it from the old version of my site into WordPress.
I managed to avoid the crime news, which is always horrific. Okay, I mostly avoided it. The three boys under 10 who are being charged with kidnapping and rape is getting to me. That poor little girl!
Transgender candidate misled voters, suit alleges
Actually, these guys seem to be suing everybody but the dogcatcher down there in Riverdale.
What does Ms. Bruce’s gender have to do with how she’ll perform as a city council member? Nothing, of course Ir’s been brought up because a couple of sore losers just won’t let go. Asshats!
Trumpet the news: Elephant is going to be a mom
But she won’t deliver until somewhere around April 1, 2009! 22 months of pregnancy. Dumbo never mentioned that little fact.
In metro Atlanta, profile of those in need during the holidays has changed
It isn’t just during the holidays, either. Food banks across the country are seeing more and more working people who need help. They’re having to reduce the amount of food given to each person or family because the demand has outpaced the supply so much.
I can’t say that I’m surprised. I know too many people who are just barely scraping by, and it isn’t because they’re irresponsible. It’s just how the American economy is, and something needs to change very quickly.