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Blog year that is – three down – no idea how many left to go. Dusting off something from the beginning:
July 23, 2005: Alien Species
During the last several hours, with some sleep in between, I’ve tried to teach myself how to blog and write code – or at least, move code – or at least delete the right code I don’t want. I’ve felt like the member of an alien species who has invaded a world to which she may never acclimate.
This feeling made me think of the animals who treat our yard as their playground. Five deer, two very cute bunnies, a large furry slow-moving rodent and several chipmunks live around and under our house, and in our trees. From my writing space, I can see them romp, stop, nibble and scurry across sunlit and shaded portions of the grass.
But when we moved here over seven years ago, my oldest son – who then was five – labeled our family “the alien species” that was invading the animals’ territory. I didn’t argue with him then and I wouldn’t argue with him now, even as my city and those around it offer solutions to thin the deer population that frankly make me recoil.
I’m not oblivious to the damage they cause. My older brother’s 1970s VW Bug got slammed by a deer in a frightening incident near Ithaca, New York. One night, a couple of years ago, a slew of sirens and red lights parked outside our house and interrupted our bedtime rituals: a deer had hit a car almost exactly in front of our house.
I’m no tree-hugger, I eat ostrich and I love shearling slippers. I giggle at the bags hung on long sticks that successfully ward off deer and keep my neighbor’s blooms beautiful. But something within me can’t accept that large wire traps and sharpshooters in the trees are the best solutions. We have to find a way to co-exist, not constantly declare death to the enemy. Is annihilation the only way for either species to acclimate to the inevitable presence of the other?
Hopefully, my acclimation to the blogosphere will be a lot less existential.
The more things change…
By Jill Miller Zimon at 12:18 pm July 23rd, 2008 in Announcements, Blogging, Writing
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My daughter (she of the CRA fiasco in Lorain)http://thatwoman.wordpress.com/2008/01/28/cra-or-confusion-runs-amuck/
whole other story… bought her house specifically because of the CRA and also the woods and “deer”…..they have installed “deer cam” so they and their guests can watch them feed .. there is great excitment when the herd arrives… and the wild turkeys and the other critters. At a recent party no one was paying any attention to the party they were glued to deer cam….. I found it ironic that half of these people also hunt them and there they were ooooohhhhhing and ahhing ….over the same animals they blast out of existence…. take all kinds to make a world I guess… Loraine
You appear to have gotten over the worst of your initially Luddite trepidation and are now just as “alien” as the rest of us in the Collective. This means that the real question is whether Moore’s Law has had any measurable effect on bag-on-stick technology.
Loraine – thanks for the comment – so true:
“I found it ironic that half of these people also hunt them and there they were ooooohhhhhing and ahhing ….over the same animals they blast out of existence…”
I was just reading about some immigration tactics used during raids – strip searches and such – and I was thinking, what if people just refused to do that job, to search people that way, what if we refused to kill other people – I mean, EVERYONE refused to do acts that are torture and we were FORCED to find other ways to cooperate, make the world safe – for all of us, from all perspectives?
What might we develop, if we made other choies?