Wednesday, September 29, 2004

To Put It Another Way
My former boss at a library temp job I had in 1999 sent me a very good article written by E.L. Doctorow which first appeared in the Sept. 9 Easthampton Star. Here's an excerpt.
"I remember the millions of people here and around the world who marched against the war. It was extraordinary, that spontaneous aroused oversoul of alarm and protest that transcended national borders. Why did it happen? After all, this was not the only war anyone had ever seen coming. There are little wars all over he world most of the time. But the cry of protest was the appalled understanding of millions of people that America was ceding its role as the last best hope of mankind. It was their perception that the classic archetype of democracy was morphing into a rogue nation. The greatest democratic republic in history was turning its back on the future, using its extraordinary power and standing not to advance the ideal of a concordance of civilizations but to endorse the kind of tribal combat that originated with the Neanderthals, a people, now extinct, who could imagine ensuring their survival by no other means than pre-emptive war.
"The president we get is the country we get. With each president the nation is conformed spiritually. He is the artificer of our malleable national soul. He proposes not only the laws but the kinds of lawlessness that govern our lives and invoke our responses. The people he appoints are cast in his image. The trouble they get into and get us into, is his characteristic trouble. Finally the media amplify his character into our moral weather report. He becomes the face of our sky, the conditions that prevail: How can we sustain ourselves as the United States of America given the stupid and ineffective warmaking, the constitutionally insensitive lawgiving, and the monarchal economics of this president? He cannot mourn but is a figure of such moral vacancy as to make us mourn for ourselves."
E.L. Doctorow

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

This & That
My new job continues to be all right. Well, probably better than all right, really. No circulation desk, no routing to faculty offices.
It's really a little odd because I've just been left on my own with my modicum of training to feel my way around. From my description, Rob said it sounds like while the head of reference is my boss, I'm basically a department of one. And I am.
Did I tell you I have an office to myself with a window? That opens. Sweeeet.
My sister and her kids came to visit me Saturday. We went to the Sarah Duke Gardens and had a picnic and fed the ducks. I think my three-year-old nephew is a control freak. One of the ducks came up on the bank to get closer to the source of food and my nephew said, "I didn't tell you to get out of the water! You get back in that water!"
Freak.
Then we went to the Museum of Life and Science. Most of the stuff there appeals to kids, but they do have a butterfly house, a greenhouse with tropical butterflies and some birds flying around loose inside