There was a time when I could schedule my time to watch SNL, better yet when I could stay awake for at least the first half of the show. Oh how I miss the uncontrollable laughing, the tears streaming down my face, my inability to speak a word because I was snorting in between my breathes. The past few years, plus some, I have a) been asleep before it came on, or b) had other things to do, like homework, or c) I completely forget it Saturday night and SNL will be on, but most likely it is more of the first option. I love today's technology where I can watch a clip here and watch a clip there without having to sacrifice my sleep anymore.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Diverse in Ethnicity...What
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A Predator and the Prey
The wonderful works of nature I have been able to witness with Greg is a
great miracle; in October 2010 we saw a mountain lion or maybe a cougar,
walking around the cars in a nearby canyon, and the many people around
too; and since then, the many deer, ducks, birds, geese, horses, and sheep we
come across often. Of course, many of these we see daily, but for the
others, these glorious creatures of nature come out of their hiding places and
let themselves be known, or if we have startled them, they let themselves be gone...quickly! The large
herd of deer we scared away not long ago as the last of the 17 hoped over the fence, some
were lazy and crawled under a hole in the fence they created instead of jumping, all while the leader stood watch over us.
For months we have been dazzled by a beautiful hawk; she left for a few but eventually returned. She had a partner; sadly, we haven't seen him lately. It was exciting to see them hunt together; once, one stayed in the nest while the other screeched and flew away, circling the field. I got excited thinking there were eggs nestled beneath her; I guess there could still be, but we have only been seeing one hawk for awhile now. We have been wanting to take binoculars out on our walks to get a better image of this beautiful creature but we both kept forgetting to grab them before stepping outside for, and with an excited dog, it’s not worth running back inside making her wait longer.
This beautiful hawk takes flight, screeching loudly while stretching her large wings up and out, circling the fields, letting the air carry her effortless glide. She flies high, glides low; again she flies higher and glides lower. It is always a beautiful dance of the hawk, the wind, and the field creatures catching her eye.
A couple days ago we witnessed a swallow chasing the hawk, diving at it and sometimes making contact with her. The hawk didn’t seem to be worried though, gliding to the left then to the right, flying a bit higher then quickly lowering, trying to shake this swallow off. Then the swallow came diving down and got her, but then the hawk effortlessly went into a double barrel roll missing the swallow’s next move. To see this was pure delight, I wanted the hawk to roll again! The swallow eventually flew away and left the hawk alone. We both verbalized how cool it would have been to see this through the binoculars, yet missing an up close hawk moment.
Today's miracle was witnessing nature of what I have only seen on Animal Planet or PBS or the sort. The three of us are walking, Greg and I talking when I glance up and look to the left in the large field, I see a significant something in the field, its struggling, and its flapping and rolling over to the right then over again to the left, thrashing the huge wings. The many magpies quickly landing around this commotion, flying up off the ground in one quick second just to land close again, this dance continues. All I could do at this moment was nudging Greg and pointing toward this odd ruckus, this excitement. He asked, “Baby, what is it? What do you see?” Then his eyes caught the same vision I was seeing. “What the hell is that?” we ask each other. “Oh wait, here, I brought the binoculars!” Greg takes the binoculars and kept saying, “Wow!” I ask him if it’s the hawk and if she’s okay, he replies “Yes it is, she’s fine, but she has something…something big!” I jokingly ask, “A cat, a dog?” He replies, “No, bigger!” What the hell is bigger than a dog or cat around here?
I get the binoculars, it takes me a little longer to find the hawk and the herd of magpies (this is a constant problem with me and binoculars) , after finding the tops of trees, roof tops, house windows, the water at our feet then…yes, there they are! “Oh my god, it’s a goose!” The hawk caught a beautiful Canadian goose. There is a gaggle of these Canadian geese that lay down in these fields at night, but I would have never imagined a land bird would hunt and consume a water bird. I see the goose struggle long enough (less than ten seconds) when I hand the binoculars back to Greg, he see’s it’s a goose, and is just amazed as I am. He then begins to tell me what the hawk is doing to the goose, I couldn’t handle it. But then I remind myself this is nature acting out. I get the binoculars again; I see the hawk is not thrashing about as much and that the magpies are moving in closer.
“Do you see that guy in his backyard?” Greg asks, “He is watching this too! He is throwing rocks at the bird.” I zero in on this guy throwing rocks; I wanted to throw rocks at him, if only I didn’t throw like a girl and it wasn’t hundreds of feet away. Doesn’t he get it? Its nature! One animal is the predator, the other is the prey. It is sad it happened to be a Canadian goose today, but dude, leave it alone and let it be dip shit.
We continue our walk and get back to our conversation that was immediately put on hold. Turning around and heading back we see the upheaval has moved further up the field, hopefully away from that ass who thinks throwing rocks is the answer. We get the binoculars out again, that is one satisfied hawk! The magpies are hanging around hoping they get their taste soon. Each time the hawk turns its head, munching on his dinner, the magpies fly up then realize the hawk is not flying away or flying towards them, they glide back to the ground, hoping.
I can’t wait for our next walk with fuzzy butt!
For months we have been dazzled by a beautiful hawk; she left for a few but eventually returned. She had a partner; sadly, we haven't seen him lately. It was exciting to see them hunt together; once, one stayed in the nest while the other screeched and flew away, circling the field. I got excited thinking there were eggs nestled beneath her; I guess there could still be, but we have only been seeing one hawk for awhile now. We have been wanting to take binoculars out on our walks to get a better image of this beautiful creature but we both kept forgetting to grab them before stepping outside for, and with an excited dog, it’s not worth running back inside making her wait longer.
This beautiful hawk takes flight, screeching loudly while stretching her large wings up and out, circling the fields, letting the air carry her effortless glide. She flies high, glides low; again she flies higher and glides lower. It is always a beautiful dance of the hawk, the wind, and the field creatures catching her eye.
A couple days ago we witnessed a swallow chasing the hawk, diving at it and sometimes making contact with her. The hawk didn’t seem to be worried though, gliding to the left then to the right, flying a bit higher then quickly lowering, trying to shake this swallow off. Then the swallow came diving down and got her, but then the hawk effortlessly went into a double barrel roll missing the swallow’s next move. To see this was pure delight, I wanted the hawk to roll again! The swallow eventually flew away and left the hawk alone. We both verbalized how cool it would have been to see this through the binoculars, yet missing an up close hawk moment.
Today's miracle was witnessing nature of what I have only seen on Animal Planet or PBS or the sort. The three of us are walking, Greg and I talking when I glance up and look to the left in the large field, I see a significant something in the field, its struggling, and its flapping and rolling over to the right then over again to the left, thrashing the huge wings. The many magpies quickly landing around this commotion, flying up off the ground in one quick second just to land close again, this dance continues. All I could do at this moment was nudging Greg and pointing toward this odd ruckus, this excitement. He asked, “Baby, what is it? What do you see?” Then his eyes caught the same vision I was seeing. “What the hell is that?” we ask each other. “Oh wait, here, I brought the binoculars!” Greg takes the binoculars and kept saying, “Wow!” I ask him if it’s the hawk and if she’s okay, he replies “Yes it is, she’s fine, but she has something…something big!” I jokingly ask, “A cat, a dog?” He replies, “No, bigger!” What the hell is bigger than a dog or cat around here?
I get the binoculars, it takes me a little longer to find the hawk and the herd of magpies (this is a constant problem with me and binoculars) , after finding the tops of trees, roof tops, house windows, the water at our feet then…yes, there they are! “Oh my god, it’s a goose!” The hawk caught a beautiful Canadian goose. There is a gaggle of these Canadian geese that lay down in these fields at night, but I would have never imagined a land bird would hunt and consume a water bird. I see the goose struggle long enough (less than ten seconds) when I hand the binoculars back to Greg, he see’s it’s a goose, and is just amazed as I am. He then begins to tell me what the hawk is doing to the goose, I couldn’t handle it. But then I remind myself this is nature acting out. I get the binoculars again; I see the hawk is not thrashing about as much and that the magpies are moving in closer.
“Do you see that guy in his backyard?” Greg asks, “He is watching this too! He is throwing rocks at the bird.” I zero in on this guy throwing rocks; I wanted to throw rocks at him, if only I didn’t throw like a girl and it wasn’t hundreds of feet away. Doesn’t he get it? Its nature! One animal is the predator, the other is the prey. It is sad it happened to be a Canadian goose today, but dude, leave it alone and let it be dip shit.
We continue our walk and get back to our conversation that was immediately put on hold. Turning around and heading back we see the upheaval has moved further up the field, hopefully away from that ass who thinks throwing rocks is the answer. We get the binoculars out again, that is one satisfied hawk! The magpies are hanging around hoping they get their taste soon. Each time the hawk turns its head, munching on his dinner, the magpies fly up then realize the hawk is not flying away or flying towards them, they glide back to the ground, hoping.
I can’t wait for our next walk with fuzzy butt!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Fed Up!
Part of my Environmental Society class is to watch a video a week about how we, humans, are screwing up the environment; each video makes me upset because I know this but to see and hear about more troubles we can, and do, create within the world. This weeks video is called Fed Up! Genetic Engineering, Industrial Agriculture, and Sustainable Alternatives, and yes, I am furious at how ignorant we have become. Anything that will make our lives more simple, take less time for us, the consumers, we are willing to buy into. Including buying and eating genetically engineered foods. Why exactly? Because these foods are...? All I can see is chemicals being made and ingested.
Fed Up! Genetic Engineering, Industrial Agriculture, and Sustainable Alternatives
After you watch this educational video, tell me your thoughts. Are we heading the direction of chemical engineered foods or can we as a mass take over and take our natural foods back? I will be in the crowds fighting for natural foods!
Fed Up! Genetic Engineering, Industrial Agriculture, and Sustainable Alternatives
After you watch this educational video, tell me your thoughts. Are we heading the direction of chemical engineered foods or can we as a mass take over and take our natural foods back? I will be in the crowds fighting for natural foods!
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Two Sick Pups
Smart dogs always win! Look at these two pups who know where to go for help and good food and attention: Two Sick Pups
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Another Bill Maher Clip
You so need to watch the video in the middle of the page, love love love it!
Bill Maher Unbaptises Romney's Father-in-Law
Bill Maher Unbaptises Romney's Father-in-Law
Organic foods or...
Every day I try not to support huge corporate giants; although, it is quite difficult for some of the products I use. But food, to me, is on a whole different level. I support the local, home-grown, organic freedom we can choose to buy, as often as I can. The companies who are scared into doing what the big corporations are telling them they will be doing or to the small businesses who do not have the funds to fight anymore against the corporate giants, I truly feel for these folks, but I will do my part in fighting the big, bad, mean wolf, the corporate giants, like Monsanto. There is so much on the web about how great it is to have GMO seeds for farmers all across America, but is that truly what we, the consumers, want? Is it in our best interest or are we just rolling over while they scratch our tummies and letting these bad wolfs make our decisions for us? I choose to make my own decisions and fight for what is right, what is natural, what is healthy!
Organics vs. Monsanto
Driving Force Behind Monsantos GMO
Monsanto Sued by Organic Farmers
I could continue but then I would really lose your interest.
Where did this all come from you ask? In one of my philosophy classes, we were talking about the role of Democracy and Capitalism and our role, the consumers, in each. So many ideas and opinions were popping up all around the class when the question of "Was it the consumers or the producers who wanted organic foods?" came about. In my opinion, I believe it started with consumers saying they want healthy, natural foods for them and their family's and since then it has spiraled into an elite club of consumers...yes, I consider myself one of them to an extent, hence only buying food products from companies who have not put their tail in between their legs and let the big, bad wolfs take over. It was then when my professor told us a short story of an Idaho farmer who grew organic beets; not long after, Monsanto bought the land right next to his and, of course, used their round up chemical spray. With each rain fall, each irrigation fill, the round up chemicals came over into the organic farmers garden, contaminating his beets. Monsanto sued him for "mis-using" their product. And the farmer lost his organic certification. Monsanto is not the only bad company out there, but they are on the top of the list.
Quite sad to learn about, but the great thing about being in America...we get to voice our opinions and fight for what we believe in, what is best for you and your family. Not what the corporate giants want in their bank accounts and what cars they get to drive.
It's your opinion, your money, your health...Go fight!
Cheers
Organics vs. Monsanto
Driving Force Behind Monsantos GMO
Monsanto Sued by Organic Farmers
I could continue but then I would really lose your interest.
Where did this all come from you ask? In one of my philosophy classes, we were talking about the role of Democracy and Capitalism and our role, the consumers, in each. So many ideas and opinions were popping up all around the class when the question of "Was it the consumers or the producers who wanted organic foods?" came about. In my opinion, I believe it started with consumers saying they want healthy, natural foods for them and their family's and since then it has spiraled into an elite club of consumers...yes, I consider myself one of them to an extent, hence only buying food products from companies who have not put their tail in between their legs and let the big, bad wolfs take over. It was then when my professor told us a short story of an Idaho farmer who grew organic beets; not long after, Monsanto bought the land right next to his and, of course, used their round up chemical spray. With each rain fall, each irrigation fill, the round up chemicals came over into the organic farmers garden, contaminating his beets. Monsanto sued him for "mis-using" their product. And the farmer lost his organic certification. Monsanto is not the only bad company out there, but they are on the top of the list.
Quite sad to learn about, but the great thing about being in America...we get to voice our opinions and fight for what we believe in, what is best for you and your family. Not what the corporate giants want in their bank accounts and what cars they get to drive.
It's your opinion, your money, your health...Go fight!
Cheers
Gorilla
Watching this video increased my heart rate and had my hands sweating a little, to be the man in the center of the attention...life experience!
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