Sunday, March 31, 2013

Huh, ya think?

Ross Douthat:
"Yet for an argument that has persuaded so few, the conservative view has actually had decent predictive power. As the cause of gay marriage has pressed forward, the social link between marriage and childbearing has indeed weakened faster than before. As the public’s shift on the issue has accelerated, so has marriage’s overall decline.... 
"Correlations do not, of course, establish causation." (itals added)
But we needn't let such science-y nitpicking spoil a good piece of mindless bloviating, need we?

I do hope Douthat is correct when he frets that marriage equality is damn near inevitable. I like to think that this has something to do with it being so obviously good and fair, and so harmless even to those who personally find homosexuality icky. But perhaps it also reflects just how utterly lame some of the conservative arguments have been. My favorite is the claim, cited by Douthat in his column, that marriage is all about procreation. I actually have some sympathy for the notion that if the state has a legitimate interest in regulating the institution of marriage, it has something to do with children, aka procreation. The problem is that almost any nitwit understands that procreation is not mostly about fertilizing an ovum by sticking a convex body part into a concave body part, fun as that may be. It is, rather, mostly to do with the complex and resource-intensive process of raising to adulthood the next generation of functional human beings. This usually takes a little more time and commitment than the initial sticking in and out of body parts. In this view, marriage is about honoring and facilitating this commitment. Hard to believe heterosexuals have a monopoly on that.

Pacific Mambo Orchestra

Chuy Varela gave their new album a nice plug on KCSM this week. They sound fantastic. The economics of a big band, salsa or otherwise, can't be all that favorable, so get out and support them. Wish I knew how to dance, but listening is good too.

In the garden

This year I planted some baby blue eyes (Nemophila menziesii) and tidy tips (Layia platyglossa) in the front yard, both of them common California natives. The results have been most satisfactory. Cultivation is not difficult: (1) throw seeds on ground; (2) add rain. Well, it being a dry year, I cheated and gave the seedlings a spritz from the hose once. These guys are thriving in the worst possible soil: basically gravel fill above the sewer line.



Saturday, March 30, 2013

Nice Work, v. 1

Not many singers could hold a candle to Frank, but Peggy Lee was pretty close. Here they kind of circle around each other and never quite engage. Too bad.

WTF?!

Lagunitas WTF, that is. A very tasty ale offering up a snootful of floral/citrus hops. When you can drink a pint of this at a bar for under $6, why ever order wine?

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

The Elephant is Slow to Mate

D.H. Lawrence's poems, like everything else he wrote, it seems, displeased the censors. I rather like his poems. The embarrassing ardor and earnestness of his prose works are often tempered here by a sense of humor pitched somewhere between childlike amusement and adolescent leering. But make no mistake: the ardor remains...

The elephant, the huge old beast,
   is slow to mate;
he finds a female, they show no haste
   they wait

for the sympathy in their vast shy hearts
   slowly, slowly to rouse
as they loiter along the river-beds
   and drink and browse

and dash in panic through the brake
   of forest with the herd,
and sleep in massive silence, and wake
   together, without a word.

So slowly the great hot elephant hearts
  grow full of desire,
and the great beasts mate in secret at last,
   hiding their fire.

Oldest they are and the wisest of beasts
   so they know at last
how to wait for the loneliest of feasts
   for the full repast.

They do not snatch, they do not tear;
   their massive blood
moves as the moon-tides, near,
   more near till they touch in flood.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

That sound

Back in college, Dexter Gordon's album "Homecoming" was one of my faves. That fat, beautiful tenor sound, unmistakable, the way he played behind the beat, almost lazy, yet still full of energy and authority. An underrated master.

Update: Title change because "the sound" already taken by Stan Getz. Hat tip to TC.