Little minds are so impressionable

This weekend, I ran into some procreative friends. Their oldest daughter, 7 years now, has finished reading the Harry Potter series.

Yes, little seven-year old genius has finished the magical tomes.

Once I finished wrapping my mind around her feat of literacy, I began to feel concerned for the poor little thing. If I complain that I, with my decades of years behind me, run out of book regularly, poor little precocious princess will have nothing whatever to read by age ten.

Not only that, her parents might be hard-put to find appropriate things for her to read. I personally would hate to have her stumble into Danielle Steele merely because she had read everything else in the library.

I came up with a list for a teenage reader a while back. But for a child-mind, a different list would be appropriate. With the idea of books of a series, I came up with some titles.

It’s fun to remember the books I plowed through before I was ten. For all I know, she finished these off when she was 4. But here they are, some of them anyway:

Andrew Lang’s Colored Fairy Books

Blue Fairy Book (1889)

Red Fairy Book (1890)

Green Fairy Book (1892)

Yellow Fairy Book (1894)

Pink Fairy Book (1897)

Grey Fairy Book (1900)

Violet Fairy Book (1901)

Crimson Fairy Book (1903)

Brown Fairy Book (1904)

Orange Fairy Book (1906)

Olive Fairy Book (1907)

Lilac Fairy Book (1910)

Hugh Lofting Dr. Dolittle Series

The Story of Doctor Dolittle (1920)

The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle (1922)

Doctor Dolittle’s Post Office (1923)

Doctor Dolittle’s Circus (1924)

Doctor Dolittle’s Zoo (1925)

Doctor Dolittle’s Caravan (1926)

Doctor Dolittle’s Garden (1927)

Doctor Dolittle in the Moon (1928)

Doctor Dolittle’s Return (1933)

Doctor Dolittle and the Secret Lake (1948)

Doctor Dolittle and the Green Canary (1950)

Doctor Dolittle’s Puddleby Adventures (1952)

Louisa May Alcott:

Little Women (1868)

An Old Fashioned Girl (1870)

Little Men (1871)

Aunt Jo’s Scrap-Bag (1872-1882)

Eight Cousins; or, The Aunt-Hill (1875)

Rose in Bloom (1876)

Under the Lilacs (1877)

Jack and Jill: A Village Story (1880)

Jo’s Boys and How They Turned Out

Rice and cyclones

Just after I do my post on the rice situation, a new twist. Myanmar was hit by that nasty weather, and that affects the rice trade.

Here is what today’s WSJ had to say about it:

The cyclone hit during a season when the country’s farmers are usually completing the smaller of two annual rice

harvests. Earlier this year, state-run media said that Myanmar’s leaders were confident it could produce enough

rice to feed the 53 million people of the country. Grain traders were expecting the country’s farmers to reap a

bumper crop. In April, the U.S. Department of Agriculture predicted Myanmar would produce 11.3 million metric

tons of milled rice this year, roughly twice the usual U.S. production. U.S. Agriculture Department analysts had

estimated Myanmar could double its foreign sales this year to 400,000 metric tons.

Myanmar is one of the few countries that had planned to increase rice exports to cash in on high global prices:

Many larger rice producers, including Vietnam and India, have restricted their exports to ensure their own supplies.

Thailand, the world’s largest rice exporter, is one of the few big producers not to curtail rice sales. It is now taking

on the lion’s share of supplying rice to other developing countries. Thai rice prices are now at $920 a metric ton.

That’s down 10% from last week, but still almost three times as high as they were at the beginning of year.

Okay, that adds more info. But now, I have to know the difference between a hurricane and a cyclone.

Wikipedia says they are the same thing. Glad I got that straight.

Lengthy quote from Willa Cather

A book I found perusing the “c” section of the library. Willa Cather writes about the wild west, pretty much. This book seemed incredibly tame, until I got pretty far into it. It was about civilization, and set in a college town. How could you get more civilized than a university?

But as I read on, it seemed to be talking about science and striking it rich. That was part of the old west. What is a gold mind but a process using physics?

And what is the railroad all about but science?

Here is a quote, the only one we get from the Professor’s lecture:

“No, Miller, I don’t myself think much of science as a phase of human development. It has given us a lot of ingenious toys; they take our attention away from the real problems, of couse, and since the problems are insoluble, I suppose we ought to be grateful for distraction. But the fact is, the human mind, the individual mind, has always been made more interesting by dwelling on the old riddles, even if it makes nothing of them. Science hasn’t given us any new amazements, except of the superficial kind we get from witnessing dexterity and sleight-of-hand. It hasn’t given us any richer pleasures, as the Renaissance did, nor any new sins–not one! Indeed it takes our old ones away. It’s the laboratory, not the Lamb of God, that taketh away the sins of the world. You’ll agree there is not much thrill about a physiological sin. We were better off when even the prosaic matter of taking nourishment could have the magnificence of a sin. I don’t think you help people by making their conduct of no importance–you impoverish them. As long as every man and woman who crowded into the catherdrals on Easter Sunday was a principal in a gorgeous drama with God, glittering angels on on side and th shadows of evil coming and going on the other, life was a rich thing. The king and the beggar had the same chance at miracle and great temptations and revelations. And that’s what makes men happy, believing in the mystery and importance of their own little individual lives. It makes us happy to surround our creature needs and bodily instincts with as much pomp and circumstance as possible. Art and religion (they are the same thing, in the end, of course) have given man the only happiness he has ever had.

The Christian theologians went over the books of the Law, like great artists, getting splendid effects by excision. They reset the stage with more space and mystery…With the theologians came the catherdral-builders; the sculptors and glass-workers and painters. They might, without sacrilege, have change the prayer a little ans said Thy will be done in art, as it is in heaven

The Professor’s House by Willa Cather

Interesting.

what’s the deal with the rice?

There is some kind of rice crisis.

 

WSJ says

Sam’s Club, Costco Ration Rice Amid Hoarding Worries

By Gary McWilliams and Lauren Etter
Word Count: 474  |  Companies Featured in This Article: Costco Wholesale, Wal-Mart Stores

Two large U.S. retailers slapped restrictions on purchases of bulk rice, bringing home shortfalls across the globe.

Costco Wholesale Corp., of Issaquah, Wash., and Sam’s Club, a unit of Wal-Mart Stores Inc., of Bentonville, Ark., limited consumer purchases of rice at their U.S. stores this week. Wal-Mart said while Sam’s has enough rice for customers, it would limit purchases to four 20-pound bags per visit “due to recent supply and demand trends.” Costco limited purchases in select stores.

Vietnam and India, two of Asia’s largest rice exporters, have placed temporary bans on some rice exports …

What? and why? I can’t seem to get a straight answer.

My capitalist/republican type husband says it’s because rice exporting countries are sitting on their rice and not selling it.

My uber-liberal sierra club tree-hugger friend says that she heard an infestation of insects or worms or something is the cause

Which is it? I’m going to take this moment to get to the bottom of it.

This article says that exporters are sitting on their bags of rice, hoping to get a higher price.

This is interesting, an article talking about food being an investment commodity.

some excerpts:

speculative investors are turning to fuels and the food sector as a “safe haven”, driving up prices in the process, say some food security activists.

This is the logical sequence from the transformation of food from a basic human need to an economic ”commodity”, they point out. This has made it a lot easier for investors and trading houses to regard agricultural food as a legitimate target for speculation, hoarding and market manipulation, especially though the futures market.

Critics point out that neoliberal policies promoting the opening up of the agricultural sector and the promotion of cash crops are now coming home to roost. Such policies have led to a loss in food self-sufficiency in many nations.

…Ironically, there is no shortage of food supply either at the global or at the domestic level — though food stocks have fallen. In fact, the International Grain Council (IGC) expects world wheat production to reach 645 million tonnes for the 2008/2009 season, an increase of 41 million tonnes over the previous season.

Global rice production meanwhile is expected to rise by 1.8 per cent — or 12 million tonnes — this year, said the UN Food and Agriculture Organisation in a report last month. Paradoxically, international rice prices have soared 20 percent since January because of “limited supplies available for sale”, given the restrictions by key exporting nations.

Sounds like greedy grasping wall-street types are profiting on the world’s need to eat.

But where are the worms? Let me check…

Here’s something, but it’s from 2006

Okay, this is a story that is recent, and more than a half-million people in India are affected. But that’s superlocal, and in terms of the global situation, a drop in the bucket.

 

This article, I like best. The opening line is not very journalistic, because it is a statement of opinion, not fact. But I forgive the write, because a good analysis of the food sitation in the Phillipines is given with specific actions recommended.

So far, the internet has not heard about any startling bugs that are ruining rice. It is just greedy bastards that are manipulating the markets for gain.

Tree-hugger friend did say she was pretty unsure about the bug theory, not really remembering much. So, I guess I can reassure her that she can blame the neocons and republicans for the truly evil squeeze on rice to get more profit. Ecological disasters are not the issue at this moment.

 

Emergency!

Walking the dog this afternoon, an older man on a bike stopped to get my attention.

I took my headphones off.

“Where is the nearest store so I can get a Sudoku book?”

I stared at him, mind racing to think of an answer. Where do they sell Sudoku books? I knew there was a used bookstore nearby somewhere, but did they have Sudoky? Were they even open right now? I stared at him, not answering.

“You know what Sudoku is, right?”

“Yes,” I said. “I just am trying to think of where they might sell it. I mean, there is a Rite Aid nearby, but I don’t know if they sell Sudoku.”

“That would be perfect!” he said.

I gave him directions, and he biked off. I continued on my walk, turning around before I got to Foothill Blvd.

He ran into me on the way back, “2.99! and the other one was 3.99! At the 99 cent store there are stacks of them for 99 cents!”

I shrugged at him.

“Thanks!”

early evening Sudoku jonesing is a terrible thing

Goodbye

The misty angel has departed. Bonnie died on Monday night.

It was too soon.

I am totally confident that she is in a better place. The sorrow is for those she leaves behind.

Her family is bereft. As am I .

I spoke with her husband Alex, he told me the news. We spoke briefly, he recounting some facts, and both of us saying “too soon” “so hard” “sorry”.

As I was out walking the dog and weeping later that evening, the poverty of what we had to offer each other struck me. There were few and pitiful words to say.  At times like these, we are stripped down to the basics. Like children in the mud.

I might as well have made a mud pie for him…the real kind out of dirt and water. “here..”  Or as if I offered him a pretty rock. “Look, here..it has a stripe in it.”

Sophistication is meaningless for this.  In the face of this loss, earthly things are pointless.

But earth is where we live.

Again?

So today I will try to gather up the pieces of my book to fit them together into a first draft.

A complete first draft.

Didn’t I just do that? I did. And now i have lost my thread and must do it again.

I am at the point where I no longer care if the book is good. I just want to finish it.

I wonder sometimes…kind of often…about the discipline of my thoughts. I think they are not terribly disciplined. They zing around in a scattered fashion that doesn’t complete itself. Maybe, I think, if I had spent more time in traditional education (college, for example) I would be better able to formulate some of my ideas into full theories or works of creativity.

On the other hand, I have noticed a difficulty in the opposite direction. If my thoughts are not fully worked out, they would therefore be SHORT, right?

However, when I am talking with people, I begin to say a something that I’ve been thinking about.

INEVITABLY, I am interrupted once…twice…three time…sometimes several days can go by before I finish the train of thought (so simple and direct to my mind) that I was trying to convey to someone else.

IT’S REALLY ANNOYING not to be able to complete what I started to say. Some people are pretty good about letting me finish. Others…and that is the majority…can’t seem to let me get even the introduction out, let alone the POINT I was trying to bring up.

I guess there are a couple things that would cause this.

1. I hang around a lot of rude people who don’t let me finish what I’m trying to say

2. I am a clumsy conversationalist, and shouldn’t be trying to say such long, conversation-dominating things in a conversation

-now really thought…if that were the case…I would just have to give up on conversation altogether. Saying anything LESS interesting would not be worth my time.

Maybe I am in that awkward period where I am a more advanced thinker than the average peoples I encounter, but not quite disciplined enough to move on to the next level…

But here’s the thing…if I am indeed a slightely more honed than average thinker…(and I don’t think I can be that much more) and I am ALREADY having difficulty carrying on a satsifactory conversation…there is a risk that i will lose even the basic conversational interfacing skills that I have now.

It’s mostly at work, really…Work is where I have to try to talk to people who don’t let me finish. And a few other light social interactions.

When I get to CHOOSE who I talk to…it goes a lot better.

Basically, this is a lot of mewling because I am not finishing this stupid book. “Why am I not done…? Am I just not disciplined enough to finish this big idea of a book? Maybe I am not educated enough…maybe I’m not good enough…”

Meh.

Stupid creative drive…

Moving Data

It is harder than it should be to move the data from my old laptop on to my new laptop.

I think maybe I should just burn a CD of the whole darn thing. It’s not as simple as it should be.

Sinead Lohan _I am No Mermaid_

Found an old CD last week. It’s from 10 years ago. It feels even older. I am enjoying it.

I think she’s supposed to be Irish of some sort, but the CD was produced in L.A.

 

It’s kinda funny, because Nickel Creek did a cover of one of her songs. I didn’t realize it until I’d heard listened to it again last week.

 

I would have thought her super obscure. I don’t know if I should feel in the know because I have the obscure CD, or silly because i thought it was obscure when it was not.

 

Or maybe I”m wrong and the Nickel Creek cover is obscure, anyway.

It’s hard to tell when you’re cool and underground indie bootleggy after you stopped caring about being cool and underground indie.

sames

I went to bed early last night. Oddly, as I was beginning to fall asleep I was convinced that it was thursday.

I think that I have been doing the same thing every day at work for the last three weeks. Monday, I did the same thing and it felt like I’d done a week’s work after only one day.

I’ve been cleaning. I said that already, and even showed you all pictures.

But now!  I am done. All the crap in the equipment room is put away.All the not-crap is put into clear plastic bins with labels on them.

The floor is clear. The not-crap is actually inventoried.

I almost don’t know what to do.

My plan is to wear a dress tomorrow. I plan to sit a lot. I am through with moving and hoisting boxes around.