Thursday Thirteen

1. We woke this morning to the sound of thunder. How far off, I lay and wondered. I counted to 8 from a lightning flash and then rolled back over and went back to sleep.

2. We also have ice on the trees, and it rained. I don't know how much because we have the rain gauge inside the house to keep it from freezing and breaking.

3. I cannot stop reading the news, and my husband is upset with me because the news does nothing but upset me. I don't know how anyone could not be upset with the current situation in the federal government. Do people want to lose their benefits? How are they going to keep mom in the nursing home? Do they want disabled people out begging in the streets? How are the schools, police, firefighters - you name it - going to function? Do they want a South African certified fruitcake to have access to all of their financial information, including where they live, their date of birth, Social Security number? WTH? This is so sad. And scary. But some people are cheering them on. The racist and misogynistic bastards. Look what they've done! USA Today says it's time to panic.

4. I am trying to work on my taxes, but I keep thinking, "Why am I doing this? This is not my government anymore." What is the point?

5. My ears are ringing terribly today. It sounds like crickets chirping, a million of them, all singing in my ears. I think it is the weather. Some days it is not this bad. Today it is bad.

6. The cold that I took on in early January is still with me, only now it seems to have settled into an upper respiratory version of bronchitis. I see my doctor again next week for a regular checkup. If I am still sick, hopefully she will have some suggestion or something else to try. Two antibiotics and a steroid pack didn't fix it.

7. A friend told me some weeks ago that I should go to bed for three days and then I would be better, but I did not do that. I'm not very good at resting.

8. I am unplugging my Alexas. I enjoy them but I don't trust them now. I am not sure what to do about my smart phone or the iPad. Keep them turned off, I guess. That defeats the purpose of having them, though.

9. Now I need to buy an alarm clock, because I was using Alexa for my morning alarm.

10. I also used her to play music before bedtime. When I was teenager, I used to fall asleep to the sounds of Bread on my record player. After I got Alexa, I started doing that again when my husband was a work. Now I listen to Bread just before he comes to bed to try to relax.

11. My brain never stops, or so it seems. I used to think everyone thought all the time, but apparently not. From articles I have read, I overthink and have a restless mind, and when my husband says, "I'm not thinking of anything" when I ask him, he really isn't thinking of anything. I am always thinking of something. It's very noisy in my head. And it's not just the sound of crickets in my ears, either.

12. This is one of those Thursday Thirteens that to me make no sense, but I think there's a common thread in there somewhere. Or multiple threads.

13. I wish everyone was happy. It would help the world, I think. We have too many mean people wandering around.

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WARNING * WARNING * WARNING

This is from Heather Cox Richardson:

Billionaire Elon Musk’s team yesterday took control of the Treasury’s payment system, thus essentially gaining access to the checkbook with which the United States handles about $6 trillion annually and to all the financial information of Americans and American businesses with it. Apparently, it did not stop there.

Today Ellen Knickmeyer of the Associated Press reported that yesterday two top security officials from the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID) tried to stop people associated with Musk’s Department of Government Efficiency, or DOGE, from accessing classified information they did not have security clearance to see. The Trump administration put the officials on leave, and the DOGE team gained access to the information.

Vittoria Elliott of Wired has identified those associated with Musk’s takeover as six “engineers who are barely out of—and in at least one case, purportedly still in—college.” They are connected either to Musk or to his long-time associate Peter Thiel, who backed J.D. Vance’s Senate run eighteen months before he became Trump’s vice presidential running mate. . . .

Public policy expert Dan Moynihan told reporter Elliott that the fact these people “are not really public officials” makes it hard for Congress to intervene. “So this feels like a hostile takeover of the machinery of governments by the richest man in the world,” he said. Law professor Nick Bednar noted that “it is very unlikely” that the engineers “have the expertise to understand either the law or the administration needs that surround these agencies.”

After Musk’s team breached the USAID computers, cybersecurity specialist Matthew Garrett posted: “Random computers being plugged into federal networks is obviously terrifying in terms of what data they're deliberately accessing, but it's also terrifying because it implies controls are being disabled—unmanaged systems should never have access to this data. Who else has access to those systems?”

USAID receives foreign policy guidance from the State Department. Intelligence agencies must now assume U.S. intelligence systems are insecure.

Musk’s response was to post: “USAID is a criminal organization. Time for it to die.” Also last night, according to Sam Stein of The Bulwark, “the majority of staff in the legislative and public affairs bureau lost access to their emails, implying they’ve been put on admin leave although this was never communicated to them.”

Congress established USAID in 1961 to bring together the many different programs that were administering foreign aid. Focusing on long-term socioeconomic development, USAID has a budget of more than $50 billion, less than 1% of the U.S. annual budget. It is one of the largest aid agencies in the world.

Musk is unelected, and it appears that DOGE has no legal authority. As political scientist Seth Masket put it in tusk: “Elon Musk is not a federal employee, nor has he been appointed by the President nor approved by the Senate to have any leadership role in government. The ‘Department of Government Efficiency,’ announced by Trump in a January 20th executive order, is not truly any sort of government department or agency, and even the executive order uses quotes in the title. It’s perfectly fine to have a marketing gimmick like this, but DOGE does not have power over established government agencies, and Musk has no role in government. It does not matter that he is an ally of the President. Musk is a private citizen taking control of established government offices. That is not efficiency; that is a coup.”

DOGE has simply taken over government systems. Musk, . . . is personally deciding what he thinks should be cut from the U.S. government.

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This is from me:

This coup - I really don't know what else to call it - means that an unelected immigrant from South Africa now has all of most Americans financial information. If you or your company does any business with the government of any kind - direct deposit of your Social Security payment, your tax refund, your federal pensions, Armed Services benefits, grants, or even purchases the government made from your company - then all of your financial and personal information, including your tax records, Social Security number, address, etc., are now compromised.

We took steps over the weekend and removed most of our money from our account where our tax refunds were deposited and from the accounts where we paid estimated taxes. I suggest everyone do the same to ensure that this new government, which is no longer ours or following the U.S. Constitution, does not reach into your accounts and take your hard-earned money. I don't know that this will happen, but I also don't know that it won't. I'd rather be safe than sorry.

This is not a partisan issue. This is highly illegal and just plain wrong. I'm pretty sure no one voted for Elon Musk. He wasn't on the ballot.

Here are some links to articles about this. Don't take my word for it. Read about it yourself. I imagine some sites have spun it so that it doesn't look like what it is, and I know some people don't trust the media. But you must get your information from somewhere. See what they say about it. There are also other links to many different outlets in the HCR link above.

Warren Questions Bessent Over Musk Access to Treasury Payment System - The New York Times

Elon Musk’s Team Now Has Access to Treasury’s Payments System - The New York Times

Elon Musk’s Friends Have Infiltrated the General Services Administration | WIRED

We do not know what exactly Elon Musk is doing to the federal government - MSN

Senior U.S. official exits after rift with Musk allies over payment system - The Washington Post via MSN

Sunday Stealing Archival Edition

From the Sunday Stealing archives:

1) What was your dream growing up?

A. When I was a child, I wanted to be many things, ranging from an archeologist to a geologist to a college professor and a rock star. Ultimately, though, I wanted to write. So, I wrote. And now I don't.

2) What talent do you wish you had?

A. I don't really wish for talent anymore. I think I am more in need of courage.

3) If I bought you a drink, what would it be?

A. You would be buying me a glass of water.

4) What was the last book you read?

A. The last book I listened to on tape was Orbital, by Samantha Harvey. I am currently listening to The Grey Wolf by Louise Penny. I have given up actually trying to read the book I want to read for the moment. My concentration is shot.

5) What is your worst habit?

A. My worst habit now is chewing Extra sugar free bubble gum. I no longer bite my nails. I also say "f*ck" a lot, so maybe that's my worst habit.

6) If you saw me walking down the street, would you offer me a ride?

A. I am assuming I know you, so yes, I would offer you a ride. But I would not offer a stranger a ride these days.

7) What is your favorite sport?

A. I like women's basketball.

8) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

A. If I were stuck in an elevator with someone, I would make small talk and try to keep us both calm.

9) What is the worst thing to ever happen to you?

A. When I was in elementary school, if I was ill, my mother would take me to my grandmother's house for the day so she could go to work. Her office was only a block away. Many times, she went home without me because she forgot me. I think that scarred me for life. (It is not, however, the worst thing to ever happen to me.)

10) Tell me one weird fact about you.

A. I don't know that I'm all that weird. How about this: I had a big place on my abdomen that was some kind of keratosis, about as big around as a quarter. After I received my last Covid shot, it went away. And it's still gone, though there is some minor discoloration of the skin in that place.

11) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?

A. If someone showed up at my house unexpectedly, I would invite them in if I knew them. I'd leave them standing outside the door if I didn't.

12) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

A. I would like to be thinner.

13) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

A. I would probably be someone's conscience.

14) Have you ever been arrested?

A. I have never been booked for a crime, but I have been picked up by the police and taken to the police station.

15) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

A. If I won $10,000 today, I would buy myself a really nice computer.

Saturday 9: Rikki, Don't Lose That Number

Saturday 9: Rikki, Don't Lose That Number (1974)

   

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

 

1) In this song, a man asks a girl to spend more time with him and suggests they go out for a ride together. Do you ever take a leisurely drive, just for relaxation and pleasure? Or do you always have a destination in mind when you get behind the wheel?

A. Occasionally I take a drive to nowhere, but not often. I did it more when I was a teenager than after I married. I usually have a destination now.

 

2) He repeatedly suggests that she could have a change of heart. What's something you've changed your mind about recently?

A. I used to think there had to be a bottom low. Now I think there is no bottom.

3) This week's featured artists are the duo Steely Dan. They earned the reputation as perfectionists, requiring take after take in the studio until they got their sound just right. Do you consider yourself a perfectionist? Or do you more often find that "good enough is good enough?"

A. I tend to be a perfectionist. Sometimes I finally say, "OK, this is good enough," but more often than not, I am still trying to get it right, whatever that is.

 

4) The Rikki of the title is a writer/poet who met Steely Dan's Donald Fagan when they were both students at Bard College. He had a crush on her and gave her his number, which she refused to call because she was married. She went on to teach in the English Department at the University of Denver, where her students would probably be surprised to learn she was the inspiration for a famous song. Is there something we would be surprised to learn about you?

A. Yes, but I am not going to tell you what it is. There are reasons why you don't know it already.

5) Another woman who played a role in Steely Dan's success is Barbra Streisand. She recorded one of their early songs, "I Mean to Shine," for her 1971 album, Barbra Joan Streisand. It was her thirteenth album and though 13 is often considered unlucky, it reached #11 on the Billboard charts and was certified as a gold record. Do you have a lucky number?

A. I do not have a lucky number, although if I were to choose one, I think I'd choose the number 8, because if you place it on its side, it is the infinity symbol.

 

6) In 1974, when this song was a hit, The Magic 8 Ball was still a top-seller at toy stores. It retailed for just $1.99 and promised that all you had to do was gaze at it, concentrate, and wait to learn your fate ... "if you dare!" If you could get an answer to one question about the future, what would you ask?

A. "Will everything be OK?"

7) Also in 1974, Good Times premiered, and the character JJ (played by Jimmy Walker) became a sensation with the catchphrase "Dy-no-mite!" What's another phrase that is forever connected to a TV character?

A. "Live long and prosper." - Spock from Star Trek.

8) 1974 was the year Barry Manilow became a household name with his first major hit, "Mandy." Do you have a favorite Barry Manilow song?

A. I actually like Barry Manilow. Mandy was one of the first songs I learned on the guitar. But I think I Write the Songs may be my favorite.

9) Random question: Imagine a beautiful little church on a hillside. Quiet, with stained glass and lovely pews. Well-maintained grounds with plenty of parking nearby. Seats 150. Perfect for a wedding ... or a funeral, because it's located in a cemetery. Would you consider getting married at a cemetery?

A. I would. I wanted to be married in the woods wearing blue jeans, but that didn't happen. A cemetery would be just as good.

 

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Mystery Solved

I don't know whether I'm an idiot or Nancy Drew.

After several months of wondering why there was an odor in the shower that only I could smell, I have found the source.

To recap for new readers, I began smelling something that smelled to me like an old sewer drain when I showered. The odor did not linger. 

Only I smelled it. My husband smelled nothing. I was starting to think I was having some kind of weird hallucination in the shower.

Nevertheless, we began trying to figure out what the issue was. My husband was afraid we were going to have to tear the shower out because something was leaking and there was mold.

We cleaned the shower thoroughly with bleach; we ran a drain snake down the pipes and the septic cleanout, we found a plug for the shower drain and tested to see if anything leaked.

There was no leak.

The smell occasionally eased up but then it would grow worse. It was "this makes me want to vomit" bad at times. But only for a short period while I was in the shower, and then the odor would go away.

We began looking at other sources, like the water heater, because I only smelled the odor when the hot water was on.

But that didn't seem to be the issue. The hot water didn't smell at the kitchen sink, only the shower, for one thing. We ran bleach through the hot water tank and the pipes to kill any bacteria that might be lurking there.

The odor continued.

And then Sunday night, for whatever reason, I passed the bar of soap - Dove Sensitive Skin which I have used for over 30 years - in front of my nose.

It stunk. It smelled horrible.

It was the bar of soap. And not just that bar of soap, but every bar in a 12 pack of Dove Sensitive Skin bar soap.

I was smelling it when I was washing my upper body and then the smell dissipated as I moved downward, and then of course it was gone once the hot water was off of it and I had rinsed it off.

There were three bars missing from the 12 pack, and I go through a bar about every 3 weeks. The smell was very bad in the current bar, which had been in use a while, so the odor grew stronger the longer I used the soap, I assume. That would explain why there were periods when the smell wasn't so strong - new bar of soap - and then it worsened as the soap dwindled.

After I figured out that the soap was actually the source of the odor, I could smell it on each bar, faintly, even without putting it in water.

I tested this theory by not washing with the soap, and of course everything smelled just fine.

I used the soap again and phew! The odor was back.

Dove Sensitive Skin soap was a victim of shrinkflation after the pandemic, with the bars shrinking from 4 oz to 3.75 ozs.

The 4 oz bar, one of which I still happen to have, was made in the USA.

The new soap is imported from Canada.

I called Dove and told them about my issue. Their solution was to promise to send me a coupon for a free 12 pack of soap.

I wasn't sure I wanted to keep using Dove if it was going to smell, because I need a fragrance-free hypoallergenic soap, but a four-pack that I had under the kitchen sink smells fine. I keep a bar of soap at every sink. My husband doesn't use the bars - he uses my Dawn dishwashing liquid - but I grab the bar of soap at the kitchen sink every time I come into the house after having been out in the germy old world.

The customer service rep at Dove told me that sometimes the soap would be stored improperly during transit and "turn bad." 

I have no idea if that is what happened to this soap, but I wasn't entirely happy with Dove's solution to the problem. We spent several hundred dollars on bleach, drain snakes, and new hot water heater elements, not to mention the angst and worry we have had for over a month while we tried to determine what this odor was.

And perhaps not coincidentally, once I tossed out that soap, I started to feel better. I am still not well, but I am a heck of a lot better than I was. I may have had a virus, but I suspect that bad soap didn't help me at all and may have been poisoning me for all I know.

So that's the update on the shower. We don't have to tear the house apart.

But I wonder, dear reader, would you have suspected a product you'd been using for 30 years to be the culprit? Was I an idiot to take so long to realize what the problem was, or a detective?

Thursday Thirteen

One of my former professors at Hollins University, Amanda Cockrell, writes Roman historical novels. I have read several of them and found them quite interesting. She writes under her name but writing as Damion Hunter, a pseudonym she used when she first began this series of books in 1981. The books gained a cult following and a book publisher reestablished it and she began writing new books for the series.

She is meticulous in her research, and I have found her descriptions of Roman road building and other things - some of which are still in existence today - to be evocative. I thought it would be interesting to see why the Roman Empire collapsed, because it was massive and as her books suggest, reached into great swaths of Europe and other parts of the world.

So here are 13 reasons why the Roman Empire fell:

1. Economic troubles: Constant wars and overspending drained the imperial coffers, leading to severe financial crises.

2. Overreliance on slave labor: The economy depended heavily on slaves, and when expansion halted, the supply of slaves dwindled.

3. Military overspending: Maintaining a vast military presence and constant warfare strained resources.

4. Political corruption: Corruption and instability within the government weakened the Empire's ability to respond to crises. 

5. Division of the Empire: The division into Eastern and Western Roman Empires created administrative and military challenges.

6. Rise of the Eastern Empire: The Eastern Empire (Byzantine Empire) grew in wealth and power, while the Western Empire declined. 

7. Decline in civic virtue: The loss of traditional Roman values and civic responsibility contributed to societal decay.

8. Plague and disease: Epidemics weakened the population and the military.

9. Inflation: Rampant inflation devalued currency and disrupted the economy.

10. Urban decay: Cities declined as people moved to the countryside to escape taxes and instability. This in turn let to over-farming and deforestation led to agricultural decline. 

11. Weak leadership: Many emperors were ineffective or corrupt, leading to poor decision-making.

12. Technological stagnation: Lack of innovation in military and agricultural technology hindered progress. 

13. Social inequality: The gap between rich and poor widened, leading to social unrest.

These factors, among others, contributed to the gradual decline and eventual fall of the Roman Empire.

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An Internet Boost

I have fiber! I have fiber!

Today I moved from the early 21st century to the now. I am no longer on DSL. I have fiber!

This was a BIG DEAL. I have been trying to get fiber to my house for years.

I have sent a letter to my county officials every six months for the last 7 years, asking them to ensure my area received fiber connection.

And finally, today, it happened.

After hearing that a certain person in a house made of white had stopped the payouts on the infrastructure bill passed by Biden, I was concerned that I would not get the promised "free" connection from the provider, but no one said anything about a hook up charge.

Maybe they already had the money in hand. I am not asking.

Things are not always fair. I know my brother had to pay a connection fee to get his fiber, but he paid it gladly. However, people near him who lived along the road (he lives a ways off the road), did not have such a hefty connection fee.

Is it fair that I did not have to pay? I don't know, but he's had fiber for 2-3 years longer than I have. Was that fair?

I don't know.

Fair is a juggling act. Sometimes you're on the receiving end of fair. Most times, I have found, one is not.

So, I will take my fiber and rejoice.

Now if only someone can tell me how to reliably look for online work that isn't a scam.

Sensory Hallucination

When you're the only one who sees/smells/tastes/hears something that others don't, it can lead to all sorts of paranoia.

I mentioned recently that we were having trouble with an odor in the shower. This has been going on for a good while - months, actually.

My husband never smelled it. He has yet to smell it.

I smell it every time I shower. That's the only time. About 3 minutes into a shower, when the water is hot, there's an awful odor from somewhere, and either I get used to it or it goes away, I am not sure which. I think it goes away.

The odor is bad. Like want to vomit bad. It just doesn't last long, fortunately, and I don't come out of the shower smelling like that.

We began trying to figure out what the problem was. My husband, always the one to go to the absolute worst solution, immediately said we would have to tear the shower out because obviously there must be a leak somewhere, and mold.

"And you are sick and have been and it's probably this mold," he declared.

I was not moving that fast to create chaos in the household, though. I suggested we try cleaning. Lots of bleach around the drain. We bought extra-long brush things that would go down into the pipes and used them.

The smell came and went with every shower, regardless of how bleached the bathroom actually smelled. Something has to smell strongly to overcome the power of a bleached bathroom. Really.

We found a plug and filled the bottom of the shower with bleach water, and I sat for an hour and watched it, waiting to see if the level went down, or if one of those little whirlpools appeared somewhere to indicate a leak.

Nothing happened. No whirlpool. No water level dropping. There isn't a leak in that shower.

We also cleaned the shower head and all parts of the shower, of course.

The stench continued.

I started to wonder if I was having some kind of weird nasal hallucination brought on by the act of showering. When you're the only one who smells it, it sets you back, you know? Was I having some kind of bacterial reaction from my body to the water? Was it my armpits? What?

But my husband said he believes I smell something. He pointed out that I had told him for a very long time that there was mold in the living room. It smelled so strong to me that I stayed away from that part of the house. He smelled nothing and we couldn't find any signs of mold. We found the mold when we replaced the windows. There was a leak around a window frame and it had molded there, in the wall. Once that was removed and fixed, the odor was gone. (He also told someone at Lowes when he went to get a part that I can smell an ant fart from 1000 yards, which is an overexaggeration. I hope.)

I started to wonder if the odor in the shower might not actually be in the water. I looked up smelly water and it turns out that hot water heaters can create an odor in water. They called it a rotten egg smell, and while what I am sniffing smells more to me like an old sewer drain that's gone dry, I suppose it could be a type of rotten egg smell. I'm not sure I've ever smelled a rotten egg, although since I grew up on a farm you would think that I would have.

There is something in a water heater called an anode, which is used to keep the tanks from being eaten away by the water. It is a long, metal rod typically made of aluminum, magnesium, or zinc, and is inserted into the top of the water heater tank. The anode rod attracts corrosive particles found inside the tank, protecting the tank liner and reducing the risk of explosion.

This anode can begin to erode and that can cause odor after a time. Or so it says on the Internet.

Yesterday, my husband attempted to replace this piece in our water heater, but it is screwed in so tightly that he and a neighbor could not get it free, not even with an impact wrench. He finally replaced the hot water heater elements to see if they could be the problem and left the anode in there.

The shower still stinks. So, it wasn't the water heater elements. But it could still be the anode.

It is cheaper to replace a hot water heater than to tear out a tiled shower and have it rebuilt, that much I know. So, when my husband has time, he is going to replace the hot water heater.

In the meantime, I will hold my nose in the shower and hope it really is the hot water heater.

This is just so weird.

Saturday 9: Summer Song

Saturday 9: A Summer Song (1964)

   

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

1) Are you enjoying winter? Or do you daydream about summer?

A. I am not enjoying winter. I have been sick most of January and I am not a fan of the cold weather. I don't like the extreme heat of summer, either, but I can deal with that better than these cold, brittle windy days.

 

2) In this week's song, trees sway in the breeze. Is it windy where you are today?

A. It is fairly calm as I write this.

3) There's rain outside their window. Have you more recently seen rain or snow?

A. We have had snow. We are still in a drought even if the government won't acknowledge it.

4) This week's artists are the duo Chad and Jeremy. As a teen, Chad Stuart was very versatile in the arts. While he enjoyed drawing, he showed real promise in music and won a scholarship to London's Central School of Speech and Drama. When you were a teenager, what were your best classes? 

A. English, history, civics/government. I made As in all of my classes except Phys ed, including Algebra and Trig, wherein I loved my teacher, but I did not consider them my best classes. 

5) Between 1965 and 1966, Chad and Jeremy played British pop stars on a variety of American TV shows, including The Dick Van Dyke Show, The Patty Duke Show, and Batman. Which of those series do you remember?

A. Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Batman!

 

6) While those TV appearances were good for the duo's record sales, they sowed the seeds of dissent between the friends. Jeremy Clyde realized he enjoyed acting far more than music and began threatening to leave the act. Chad finally got tired of dissuading him. Between Jeremy's dramatic aspirations and contract disputes, they broke up. Later they both admitted they regretted the split, but as Chad said, "we were just kids." Is there an old friend you've drifted away from but miss?

A. There are many people I no longer know whom I miss sometimes, but they don't seem to miss me, so I try not to think about them. The people who are important in my life are here.

7) In 1964, when "A Summer Song" was popular, the #1 movie in the country was Mary Poppins. Have you seen it?

A. I have seen Mary Poppins.

8) One of the biggest news stories of 1964 was Elizabeth Taylor's wedding to Richard Burton. The bride wore yellow, with yellow and white flowers in her hair. The groom wore a dark suit, red tie and yellow boutonniere. What did you wear last time you got dressed up?

A. The last time I dressed up I wore blue pants and a nice top. That's about as dressed up as I get.

9) Random question: When you're in the backseat, do you wear a seatbelt?

A. I do not sit in the backseat because I get carsick, but if I did, I would wear a seatbelt.

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Book Review: Orbital

Orbital
By Samantha Harvey
Audio version, 6 hrs

Read by Sarah Naudi
Copyright 2023

This book was the winner of the Booker Prize in 2024 and winner of the 2024 Hawthornden Prize. It was also shortlisted for the 2024 Orwell Prize for Political Fiction and shortlisted for the 2024 Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction.

Orbital is poetic novel about 24 hours in the life of six astronauts aboard the International Space Station (although it is never called that). The mission is one of the last space station missions before the station is to be decommissioned and eventually ditched into the ocean.

The six are from America, Russia, Italy, Britain, and Japan. There are two women and four men. They travel around the earth 16 times a day, going 17,000 miles an hour above our blue dot.

The author gives us glimpses into the lives of these space explorers but also shows what is going on beneath them - a typhon near the Philippines, clouds of dust across deserts, the dots of cities along the coastal areas.

And out another window are constellations, galaxies, and worlds yet unthought of.

Below them and then beside them, another rocket blasts off from earth, with astronauts headed toward the moon this time.

This could have been boring, and at first, I was afraid I was going to be put off by the reader, but I decided to give it a shot. I'm so glad I did. I found it fascinating. The writing was extraordinary, very lyrical and poetic, with a sentence structure that was calming. I enjoyed getting to know the astronauts a little, and then the widening expanse of the view of the world, then a dip into the microcosm of some portion thereof.

This is not a book I would have picked up normally, but it was a good choice. I was looking for something short while I wait on a hold for a longer audio book.

It's good to explore what's out there.

Thursday Thirteen

Over the years, I have read a lot of dystopian literature. Dystopian books generally refer to a society or world that is characterized by suffering, oppression, or extreme injustice. In a dystopian setting, the social, political, or environmental systems are deeply flawed, often creating bleak, undesirable conditions for its inhabitants.

Some of the first books I read that left an impression on me include Alas Babylon, by Pat Frank, which I read in the 10th grade, 1984 and Animal Farm, both by George Orwell, and A Canticle for Liebowitz, by Walter M. Miller. All of those were published before I was born. That was followed up by things like The Handmaid's Tale and Oryx and Crake, both by Margaret Atwood.

Then there were the movies that stuck with me: Mad Max, The Postman, Waterworld, etc. Heck, even Game of Thrones was a dystopian fantasy.

Scary stuff. In none of these did women, in particular, make out very well.

Since we are moving into a bit of uncertainty, I thought I'd offer up some common elements or themes often found in dystopian literature:

1. Oppressive Government: A totalitarian or authoritarian regime controlling every aspect of life, including surveillance and constant monitoring of citizens through technology or informants. There is also a loss of privacy.

2. Propaganda: Media and messages designed to manipulate and control public opinion.

3. Restricted Freedom: Limited personal, political, or social freedoms.

4. Dehumanization: Citizens are treated as numbers or resources rather than individuals.

5. Environmental Decay: A degraded or polluted environment due to human neglect or disaster.

6. Technological Control: Technology used to oppress, control, or replace human functions.

7. Economic Inequality: Stark division between the elite and the impoverished masses; a rigid hierarchy that determines status and rights.

8. Rebellion or Resistance: A group or individual fighting against the oppressive system.

9. Censorship: Suppression or alteration of information to maintain control.

10. Artificial Scarcities: Manufactured shortages of resources to enforce dependence.

11. Loss of Individuality: Citizens are forced to conform, with personal expression discouraged or punished.

12. Fear and Intimidation: Use of violence, punishment, or the threat thereof to maintain control.

13. Cultural Decay: Loss or erosion of art, language, history, or traditions.

These elements often intertwine, painting a bleak picture of a world that serves as a warning or critique of current societal trends.

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Purple Skies

 

I Got Something to Say

For a while now, I've been trying to decide if I am "real" enough in this blog.

I read other people's writing, and it seems to flow and energy drips from it. My writing, to me, feels constructed, constrained, and a little constipated.

Perhaps this is because I know it's in the public domain. But then, so is the work of the folks I read. Other bloggers, other writers. 

People who can dip into their emotional well and come out of it and leave you in tears.

I'm not sure I can do that. I'm not sure I am capable of that. I don't know that anything I've written since I began blogging 20 years ago has ever done that.

There is so much that I don't write about because this is a public space and because I am - or was - a public persona - that I am pretty sure my filters are constantly on high alert.

Even if I don't want them to be.

So if I wanted to rip my heart apart on this blog, and dump all of my grief, my angst, my heartache, I seriously doubt I could. I might want to, but I don't think I could.

I ache to feel like a real woman, a real person, a real human being with emotions and everything, but sometimes I feel more like some androgynous Vulcan, living a life of logic, with my emotions shut off and shut down.

Only then they come flying out at odd times. In strange words with my husband, for example. Perhaps a short snap at a friend. Maybe a huge sigh with another family member.

But I so badly want to write with freedom, with abandonment, to let it all fly out. Even now, I'm trying to do that, sitting here writing, trying to find an emotion to cast outward, and all I find is a lot of broken.

I find the broken in the way I feel physically, while I am still - still - trying to get over this virus or allergy or whatever it is I have. My voice is raspy, my eyes water constantly, my sinuses are all over the place.

There's broken in my soul at the thought of my country falling to pieces right before my eyes. I keep wanting to say, "Not on my watch," but it is my watch and I have failed, as have the multitudes and the many, and yet we all, except those of us who die tonight, will get up tomorrow and it will be just another cold, frigid day in Southwest Virginia, and my beautiful mountains will still pitch up towards the blue sky, and the snow will still be spotty on the grounds, and the deer will slip from the cedar trees and into the glen to munch on frozen grass and the cardinals will fluff themselves up in the tree in the front yard, their bodies enlarged to keep warm as the polar vortex bears down upon us.

There's broken in my heart when I think of all I have not done and will not do, and all that I wanted to do but could not bring myself to do, and then there is regret because I cannot remember what I have done, and I have done a lot, it has been a life well-lived, or as well as I could live it, at any rate, and so what if I don't ever see the pyramids or travel to Ireland? Those are just marks on a map, after all, and life has no roadmap, no life does.

There are those who can bulldoze their way through their life and take and take and get what they want or think they need and many of those people are happy, but most are not, or so it seems to me. And there are people like me who shrink and grow small in order to simply stay safe because safe is security and yet safe is boring and not really secure at all, because it's a nothingness sort of existence to stay safe and secure and holed up, aloof and alone.

I want to find that part of me, that part that I know is in there, that would allow me to write with the freedom of a flag flapping in the breeze - any flag, anywhere - flapping in a wind until it tears into shreds, and no one is even sure what kind of flag it was, in the end. Isn't that the way to get out of this place, to fly straight into the wind, unfettered and free?

Wake Up, Maggie

 

Today is Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. I don't know a lot about this man, something I need to rectify. I am not a big biography reader though in recent years I have attempted to rectify that. However, I mostly lean towards the memoirs of women.

From Encyclopedia Brittanica: "Martin Luther King, Jr. (born January 15, 1929, Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.—died April 4, 1968, Memphis, Tennessee) was a Baptist minister and social activist who led the civil rights movement in the United States from the mid-1950s until his death by assassination in 1968. His leadership was fundamental to that movement’s success in ending the legal segregation of African Americans in the South and other parts of the United States. King rose to national prominence as head of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, which promoted nonviolent tactics, such as the massive March on Washington (1963), to achieve civil rights. He was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1964."

I was not quite five years old when King was killed in Tennessee. I do not have memories of this man, though I may have seen him on television. I have no memories of his death, but it hasn't been all that long ago that I was reading something about him and ran across a chilling reminder of how deeply racism is instilled in the hearts and minds of so many in this country. The words in that article were something to the effect that many white people rejoiced and partied when they learned the King was dead.

That this would have been anyone's reaction never occurred to me until I read it. Looking around me now, though, I see that of course this would have been true. People probably drank champaign and danced on top of their cars. Racism has never left. I just didn't see it because I live in a relatively white area. I grew up with it and didn't even know it.

This day is also the day the USA ushers in its new gilded age. An oligarchy unseen in my lifetime takes over. Or maybe it has always been this way, just not this blatant. I am not sure.

All I know is that today is a day to think, to contemplate, and to wonder. 

Try not to worry, and do not rejoice too much. There are winners and losers in everything, and what seems to be is not always what is.

The future remains as uncertain as it did in 1968.

I read the back issues of newspapers for fun.

Believe me, nothing much has changed as far as human nature over the last 150 years. The issues of today were the issues in 1875. They were only in less technological forms, but the class divide was as strong then as it is now.

Don't look for those issues to disappear overnight.

Saturday 9: Careless Whisper

Saturday 9: Careless Whisper (1985)

    

Unfamiliar with this week's tune? Hear it here.

 

 

1) In this week's song, George Michael sings that, when it comes to relationships, "there's no comfort in the truth." Have you ever learned something about a friend, lover or relative that you wish you didn't know?

A. OMG yes. I learned something about my dearest friend not less than a month after she died that I wish I had never, ever learned. Because I loved her, I will not repeat it. But I sure wish I didn't know it.

2) Though this was the top song of 1985, George wrote it years before, when he was still working as a dj at a restaurant outside London. He recalled the moment the sax solo popped into his head. It was while he was on the bus on his way to work. If you go to work, how do you get there (car, bus, train, etc.)? If you don't work outside the home, tell us about a trip you make regularly.

A. I regularly go to the grocery store. I drive by car, in my Toyota Camry, and it takes me as long to drive to the store as it does to get the groceries, then I drive back and put them away. It's exciting!

 

3) The video for this song was very expensive. It was filmed on location all around Miami, including the luxury Grove Towers Condominiums, but then much of it had to be reshot because George didn't like his hair. Are you having a good hair day today?

A. I could use a cut but I've been sick for two weeks and still am sick, so I don't look for that to be happening soon.

4) 1985 was a big year for George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley. As Wham! they had three songs on the charts and became the first Western pop music act to tour China. Have you ever visited China? Would you like to go?

A. I have not visited China. It would be an interesting place to visit, if I had a good tour guide and/or group to go with. I would prefer to have gone when I was younger, though.

 

5) When he wasn't working, George was a creature of habit. For example, he never tired of Cocoa Puffs for breakfast and roast chicken for Sunday dinner. Is there a menu item you find yourself eating again and again?

A. I eat a mix of plain Cheerios and Honey Nut Cheerios for breakfast almost every day. The calories are the same, but the carbs are lower that way. I do not eat my cereal with milk or anything; I eat it dry. We also eat a lot of "chicken and a vegetable" for dinner.

6) George enjoyed living quietly in Highgate, North London. It wasn't until after his death that his neighbors learned he was the "anonymous resident" who had been funding Highgate's Fair in the Square for years. Held in June each year, The Fair is known for its dog show, arts and crafts booths, music and food. Tell us about one of your community's annual events.

A. They have a festival in Fincastle in September every year. It used to be a huge affair - the streets so clogged with vendors and buyers that you could scarcely move. Thousands of people. Then it started dwindling, died off for a few years, and was resurrected into a much smaller venue than it used to be. It's actually kind of pitiful now, but maybe that's only because I had to go to it every year for years to take photos for the newspaper and have the memories of what it used to be lodged into my eye.

 

7) According to Car and Driver, when "Careless Whisper" was popular, so was the Chevy Cavalier, a compact car. Nearly 40 years later, the vehicle landscape is very different. There are fewer compacts sold and last year, the most popular Chevy was the Silverado, a light duty truck. Do you drive a car, a truck, or an SUV?

A. I drive a car. My husband has a truck.

8) Also in 1985, Bill Shoemaker's earnings reached $100 million, making him the world's most successful jockey. Do you follow horse racing?

A. I watch the Triple Crown races sometimes, but it is not something I make a point of doing. I liked the movie Secretariat.

9) Random question -- In which race would you do better: the Iditarod, with sled dogs in Nome, or speeding in a race car at the Indy 500?

A. When I was younger, my husband (and other members of my family) used to call me "AJ" as in AJ Foyt, so I guess the Indy 500. I used to have a very heavy foot where the gas was concerned, but I am older now and don't drive quite so fast and recklessly as I once did.

Sometimes when I write the answers to these questions, I wonder where that woman has gone.

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