Sunday, April 29, 2007
This may be my last post for bit. We're doing that whole cross country move thing again.
The kids are all excited.
We are basically moving a zoo and a library.
Twenty bookshelves (stuffed), two big dogs, some pet mice- in a traveling rodent box (yes, they do make those), and a bunch of tropical fish in a cooler (not sure how this will turn out).
Of course, we have four kids so I'll be in the Jeep with a couple of kids and a dog, hubby will be in the moving truck with a couple of kids and a dog.
I think my next post will be a somewhat organized moving tips list.
I've never seen one yet that looked like it was comprised by an actual person who has ever moved.
They always say things like; label every item in an A. B. C. or D. list on the outside of the box-you can easily type these list up a few days in advance on your computer. They never say things like-you're running out of time and you haven't slept in days; just throw the shit into a trash bag.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Funny-I ran across this blurb the other day about the most powerful Digg users and was stunned to see my name on the list. The funny thing is I only submitted like five or six stories. I just got lucky and three went front page. I was wondering why I kept getting hits on my blog from my Digg profile.
Anyway-I'm packing again. And then the fun part; setting up utilities, and closing down the old ones-I hate getting on the phone all that speaking to people stuff.
-TAsha Adams Rhodes libertarian Girl
This will probably be my last Digg analysis post, as I’ve already spent WAY too much time on it, haha.
Following two successful studies on Digg’s Most Popular Domains (and Sorted by Topics), I had an idea for one to finish the series. Ever since Digg removed the top users list, I’m always wondering who is a one-hit-wonder submitter, and who has a track record of submitting high quality articles.
I’ve finally finished adding up all the authors who’s submissions made homepage in the past 30 days (same as before, March 15th 2007 to April 15th 2007), and it had a strangely cool outcome. The number of users who had more than one article hit the homepage in the past 30 days works out to be EXACTLY 300. It’s the small things in life….And now, a comprehensive list of the top Digg users for the past month:
At this point I'll skip down to the important part-
#117 adiqiucorp — three articles
#118 scoreboard27 — three articles
#119 ThatGirlTasha — three articles
#120 aidenuncle48 — three articles
#121 blackolive — three articles
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Oh man, I'm going. That's all there is to it. I'm going. (shameless Pulp Fiction ripoff)
Potentially Habitable Planet Found
WASHINGTON (AP) - For the first time astronomers have discovered a planet outside our solar system that is potentially habitable, with Earth-like temperatures, a find researchers described Tuesday as a big step in the search for "life in the universe."
The planet is just the right size, might have water in liquid form, and in galactic terms is relatively nearby at 120 trillion miles away. But the star it closely orbits, known as a "red dwarf," is much smaller, dimmer and cooler than our sun.
There's still a lot that is unknown about the new planet, which could be deemed inhospitable to life once more is known about it. And it's worth noting that scientists' requirements for habitability count Mars in that category: a size relatively similar to Earth's with temperatures that would permit liquid water. However, this is the first outside our solar system that meets those standards.
"It's a significant step on the way to finding possible life in the universe," said University of Geneva astronomer Michel Mayor, one of 11 European scientists on the team that found the planet. "It's a nice discovery. We still have a lot of questions."
The results of the discovery have not been published but have been submitted to the journal Astronomy and Astrophysics.
The planet was discovered by the European Southern Observatory's telescope in La Silla, Chile, which has a special instrument that splits light to find wobbles in different wave lengths. Those wobbles can reveal the existence of other worlds.
What they revealed is a planet circling the red dwarf star, Gliese 581. Red dwarfs are low-energy, tiny stars that give off dim red light and last longer than stars like our sun. Until a few years ago, astronomers didn't consider these stars as possible hosts of planets that might sustain life.
The discovery of the new planet, named 581 c, is sure to fuel studies of planets circling similar dim stars. About 80 percent of the stars near Earth are red dwarfs.
The new planet is about five times heavier than Earth. Its discoverers aren't certain if it is rocky like Earth or if its a frozen ice ball with liquid water on the surface. If it is rocky like Earth, which is what the prevailing theory proposes, it has a diameter about 1 1/2 times bigger than our planet. If it is an iceball, as Mayor suggests, it would be even bigger.
Based on theory, 581 c should have an atmosphere, but what's in that atmosphere is still a mystery and if it's too thick that could make the planet's surface temperature too hot, Mayor said.
However, the research team believes the average temperature to be somewhere between 32 and 104 degrees and that set off celebrations among astronomers.
Here I was going to paste a little quote from an article on Sambucol-an Israeli-elderberry based, bird flu killer but I think I'll post a paragraph or two and a link; below the absurdity from the FDA.
And I know some of you may say-"Ya, but the elderberry is being researched with dollars too." But the point is, the six dollar version must do some good, if the the berries are subject to all that attention.
And that flies in the face of everything these corporations and gov. reg. groups have been telling us for years-"It's more efficient to throw vitamins directly in the toilet." "See your doctor before taking a vitamin C."- and such.
Trying to constantly imply that good, responsible people take synthetic drugs while only flaky, roll your eyes at their silliness, hippies consume things that actually grow from the ground(you know the ground is quite dirty), is really right out of Brave New World. No metaphorically about it, just straight out of the text, like a script.
FDA looks to regulate natural substances as drugs, with prescriptions from doctorsRead the rest here
The Food and Drug Administration says vitamins, supplements, herbs and other natural substances, including water when it is used to "treat" dehydration, should be classified as drugs, and opponents have only until April 30 to express their concern about the proposals under Docket No. 2006D-0480.
The government agency under the direction of Andrew C. von Eschenbach, who became commissioner in 2006, also has put its "Complementary and Alternative Medicine Products and Their Regulation by the Food and Drug Administration" on a fast track for implementation.
But parents' groups, natural remedy interests, food and herb businesses and others are horrified. A group called Gentle Christian Mothers alerted its constituency in no uncertain terms.
"Please Read!!! The FDA is trying to regulate all things that are considered by them to be treatment for disease. They want to regulate vitamins, herbs, alternative therapies (things like hot stone therapy), even down to juices and holy water," the warning said. "It might mean having to go to a doctor or medical professional for vitamins."
Study shows Israeli elderberry extract effective against avian flu
At first glance, world-renowned Israeli virologist Dr. Madeleine Mumcuoglu does not seem like the sort of person you expect to come up with what could turn out to be a cure for one of humanity's biggest threats today - the avian flu.
She seems comfortable and grandmotherly, not the type you usually associate with the frontline of research into a potential pandemic. On the other hand, however, Mumcuoglu is clearly a very determined woman who has turned a lifetime of research into the health benefits of elderberry, an old folk remedy for influenza, into a clinically proven treatment for regular flu. Now, new in-vitro tests have proved that her remedy, the elderberry-based Sambucol, also appears to be effective against avian flu.
Last week, Retroscreen Virology, a leading British medical research institute associated to Queen Mary College, University of London, announced that Sambucol was at least 99% effective against the avian flu virus, H5N1, and in cell cultures significantly neutralized the infectivity of the virus.
"I think that Sambucol has a great role to play - it really can save lives," Mumcuoglu told ISRAEL21c. "To my knowledge, it's the only product that can cut the flu in half, before complications have a chance of setting in. If we do have a cure for chicken flu, this is a really positive thing for Israel."
Mumcuoglu (pronounced mum-shu-glu) was born in Algeria and immigrated to Israel in 1974. She holds a Doctorate in Virology, and studied bird flu during her Ph.D. In the 1980s, Mumcuoglu began studying the natural healing elements of the elderberry from the black elder tree (Sambucus nigra). Her interest in the plant was piqued because it had been used in medicine for many centuries. It was first referred to as a healer in the 5th century BC and received mentions in the writings of Hippocrates, Dioscurides and Plinius.
Elderberry wine was traditionally used for influenza and the ill effects of the chills, and the juice of the black elderberry has historically been an invaluable remedy. The elder has often been called the 'medicine chest" of the country people.
I've received a few emails from readers wondering where my once regular post have gone.
Some of you may know from earlier posts that my mother-in-law is battling breast cancer.
Well, we now feel the need to be closer with our families and are moving from northwestern Montana back to Las Vegas. It was a difficult decision. After my husband graduated from law school, he then completed a one year clerkship at the Arizona Supreme Court and at that time we literally spun a globe to determine the best place to settle and raise our family.
We chose the most beautiful place in the continental U.S.
In this last year and a half I have seen bears, bald eagles, snakes fighting; with the victor dragging his spoils off to his den.
I have seen a golden eagle stretch out his wings(7 foot wing span), I've seen hawks fighting in midair, I've seen a mountain lion walk passed my front yard and a bobcat stroll by, and every couple of days we wake up to the sound of coyotes yapping and howling at their hunting parties. So, this parting it very bittersweet.
Also in this last year my father passed away without ever seeing our forth baby. And now with my husband's mom in this difficult fight we knew we had to go back.
I was born and raise in Las Vegas and my husband's family moved there when he was ten.
We have moved almost constantly since my husband graduated from college. From his graduation he worked for Rep. Ron Paul in D.C. (now running for pres.), after that it was back to Vegas to study and get ready for law school. We were stalled a bit there as my husband's sister was suddenly stricken with spinal meningitis and became brain injured. So hubby became her legal guardian and co-guardian to our 11 year old niece. While she was recovering, hubby studied for the LSAT and got into Yale (and Harvard and Stanford-but picked Yale). So off to Connecticut we went, and then each summer moving to the town that that year's internship was located (first Phoenix then Miami.)
Then back to Vegas for the summer, then off to Phoenix for a clerkship, then to Montana, where while getting settled and with a newborn and three other kids, our landlord decided he wanted to use his house as vacation spot so kicked us out to have his friend stay.
Now you can see that once we are settled back in Vegas there will be no more moving.
I am done.
We will live in a rental for year and half to two years-to get our student loans under control, then we'll buy a house up in Mt. Charleston, and that will be that. We will be home and I'll never pack another box.
And below is the dinner/supper article.
Sherrie McMillan looks at the evolution of mealtimes.
Supper Party by Gerrit van Honthorst depicts members of the upper class combining entertainment with the last meal of the day.
The names of meals and their general times were once quite standard. Everyone in medieval England knew that you ate breakfast first thing in the morning, dinner in the middle of the day, and supper not long before you went to bed, around sundown. The modern confusion arose from changing social customs and classes, political and economic developments, and even from technological innovations.
Despite our stereotypes of big English breakfasts of sausages, kippers (sardines), toast, tomatoes, etc., big breakfasts weren't really common until the Victorian age. Breakfast before the 1800s was usually just toast or some variation of gruel or porridge, except when a lavish spread was offered to impress guests. The main meal of the day was dinner.
In the Middle Ages, great nobles ate the most formal dinner, around noon or one p.m. Their dinner was more than a meal; it was an ostentatious display, a statement of wealth and power, with dozens of servants attending in a ritualized performance. Cooking for this grand, daily show began hours in advance, and the preparations for presentation began at 10 or 11 a.m. The meal might take hours, and be eaten in the most formal and elaborately decorated chambers. Lesser nobles, knights and manor holders ate a far less formal dinner, but at the same time of day.
Middle-class tradesmen and merchants, however, had to eat a little later. Their day was bounded by work, not by feudal rituals. They couldn't leave their shops to see to their own dinners until clients and customers had gone off to their own. So merchants and traders would eat at one or two in the afternoon, and then hurry back to meet the afternoon customers. The middle-class dinner might be served by one or two servants and consisted of bread, soups, pies, and perhaps meats and fish. The dishes varied with the season, and from country to country.
Peasants broke off after six or seven hours of work in the morning to have dinner around noon. This was their main meal too, consisting of bread or porridge, peas or beans, perhaps with some cabbage, turnip or onions thrown in. Sometimes they had meat, fish, cheese or whey (a byproduct of cheese-making). Their meal was much like that of the middle class except there was usually less to eat, and little variety. They ate far more at dinner than at breakfast or supper.
Today many people find it strange that the biggest meal of the day once centered around noon, but it made great sense at the time. Artificial lighting such as oil lamps and candles were expensive, and provided weak illumination at best. So people went to sleep at sundown, because it's difficult to work and eat in the dark. The last meal of the day was a rushed affair, a quick snack before the lights (the sun) went out. The only exceptions were those who had to work at night, and the extremely wealthy and powerful people at royal courts. The wealthiest courts, like those of France and Burgundy might stay up after sunset, their grandly decorated halls illuminated by thousands of candles or torches. But they were unusual; most medieval people never witnessed such spectacles.
Traders and merchants, who sometimes had to stay in the shop to handle the last daylight stragglers amongst their customers, might close shop at dusk and spend the last hour or two of their day in candlelight or firelight. But they made it to bed as quickly as they could, to rise early the next day and open up their shops again. Only the extremely wealthy had candles to burn and could waste daylight hours sleeping in late. So supper, the third and last meal of the day, was usually eaten before the sun went down, or very shortly afterward.
The English knew the last meal of the day as supper, and it was a light repast, usually made of cold leftovers from dinner. People generally went to sleep soon after eating it, and did not like to go to bed on a full stomach any more than modern people do.
Most nobles and manor lords ate supper between four and six p.m. They might have entertainment afterward, unlike the lower classes, but even nobles usually went to bed before too many hours had passed. Peasants might have just the last of the day's bread for supper, eaten at sundown. Then they went to sleep, to be up and working with the sunrise.
And that was the standard schedule for centuries. There were some exceptions, of course. People at the wealthiest courts might stay up after dark, as already mentioned. They had plenty of money for things like candles and rush lights, and were used to the world revolving around their schedules, rather than the other way around. A king or a lord who was passionate enough about his pursuits to put off eating for hours while hunting would make his retainers and family wait too.
Some groups, like Parliament in England might meet in the morning and work until late afternoon, without a break. They would go to their homes for dinner at four or five or even six p.m. Their families generally had to wait for them. Supper would then be pushed ahead until eight or ten o'clock, or not eaten at all. Supper was considered an optional meal by the English, who often stuffed themselves so full at dinner that they could not eat again until the next day. Who today would think of skipping the last meal of the day? We are far more likely to skip the first or the second.
Read the rest here
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
I knew there must have been something in the water in the UK that was causing all this fat police, and cameras everywhere stuff-now they're slicing off their penises.
The man tried to gain access to the kitchen
Police were forced to use CS gas to restrain the man when they entered the Zizzi restaurant in The Strand on Sunday evening.
A Metropolitan Police spokeswoman said the man was aged between 30 and 40 and that his injuries were self-inflicted.The man was then taken to hospital in south London where his condition is stable. It is understood surgeons were unable to reattach his penis.
Read the rest here
Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea describes a seemingly frail, quiet old fisherman - possessed of a hidden, bottomless well of stoic endurance and to the marrow strength, borne of sheer will; my grandfather was such a man. The small, seemingly frail Filipino worked endless years of back-breaking farm labor, from the moment he stepped off the boat in 1929 till his 77th birthday in 1987. He wore himself down to literally nothing - except raw sinew sheathed in skin like thin leather-and he did it gladly, for his family.
Yale Law School
Most people cannot comprehend work like that. Visualizing the life of the Chinese railway worker is, perhaps, the closest they will come to understanding. Most people, if they did not die from it, would lie down and wish for death after a couple of months of that kind of labor. My grandfather did it all his life with a big, false tooth grin-while calmly looking all he met right in the eye, as equals. Down inside, he knew that in his world, the world of hard work, he was King, and his family was, for him, the treasure that made him as wealthy as anyone alive.
E. Stewart Rhodes III
Monday, April 23, 2007
Someone asked me, about my last post, how did my hubby wind up going to school so late in life that he was towing a wife and kids to internships and clerkships.
When I first met my husband he was 25 years old and parking cars for a living at a Vegas casino.
He had grown up in a family of migrant farm workers and worked fields himself with his grandfather. My mother-in law was a teen the first time she had running water and a real floor instead of dirt.
After my hubby graduated from high school he joined the army. Although, he spent many many hours reading and learning just for the joy of it (not for the grades-all the moving made him a poor student) college was not in his world at the time, it was something only for rich, spoiled kids who were afraid of work.
He became a para-trooper in the army, but that came to an end, when during a night jump into the forest, the branch of the tree he landed on (yes, on purpose-the drill was to land in trees, at night and rappel down) broke and he fell seven stories.
After the army he parked cars for a living and when I met him was getting very restless and really wanting to go to school.
We went down to the VA's office, where they told him that air conditioning repair school was the best choice for him.
He was adamant, he really wanted to go to a University. So after a battery of tests, they agreed he was "college material". But, of course, they would only send him to the community college, despite blazing through their tests.
After two years at the community college, while working full time, they allowed him to transfer to UNLV.
He graduated Summa Cum Laude, while serving as president of the poly-sci honor society, starting a poly-sci student journal; now in it's 9th year, organizing third party debates on campus and teaching rape prevention; Gracie jiu-jitsu style (we were students of Gracie jii-jitsu in '94). Also while working as a sculptor, doing commercial art for hotels. (At this time he was in his thirties and we had one baby-we lived in an apartment in the back of my mom's)
From there my hubby had law school stars in his eyes. -This also reminds me that he did all this after barely surviving a shooting accident in '91 that took his left eye.
He asked me if I was on board for another adventure; he's been watching this Rep. Ron Paul guy and really wanted to work for him for a year before law school. SO off to D.C. where baby two was born and back to Vegas.
No sooner did we return than my sister-in law had a bad headache that turned into a raging fever and just got worse. My hubby knew right away what it was as -Oh I forgot to mention he almost died from spinal meningitis while in the army (they told his mom not to get on a plane as he would be dead before she arrived-she went anyway).
She had meningitis.
From this she became severely brain injured. Hubby became her legal guardian and also co-guardian of her daughter. This whole thing caused quite a delay on our yellow brick road (shameless lynch ripoff). Happily, she is now %85-%90 recovered.
Hubby then applied to law school.
He applied to about a thousand.
He was accepted at every one.
He chose Yale.
It was not easy. We lived in place where the ceiling was collapsing on us and the flooring falling in. 600 Square feet and that is where baby three was born and the heat went out. So the midwife warmed rice in a pillow case to keep the baby warm.
At one point during a summer internship-in Miami, we were staying in a motel; big bed on one side, futon for three kids on the other, and a kitchenette in the corner. Hubby had to work on a paper that was due before the start of the next school year. He was sitting at the round, 70's style kitchen table, piled high-every inch with papers and books (oohh, the sticky tabs and post its) the kids were running circles around the table-and there was hubby; ear plugs in; typing away, only looking up to smile every now and then at the kids.
Graduation was in 2004 and as I said in the earlier post, it has been non-stop ever sense. I am looking forward to settling. Until it's my turn- but I'm going to Harvard.
-Tasha Adams Rhodes E. Stewart Rhodes III
Friday, April 20, 2007
Of course, anyone with any sense and who doesn't react with rabid emotion realizes that these mass shootings always occur in gun free zones. A law does not stop an insane person. Mass murder is already illegal. But these laws do, of course, cause reasonable people to weigh the pro and cons of carrying a gun.
A reasonable person worries about getting expelled from school, having the trouble and expense of being charged with a misdemeanor for accidentally flashing when leaning over or someone seeing it in your purse when writing a check.
A reasonable person who carries is also usually a decent shot who practices from time to time, knowing where the pressure will be in an emergency.
A reasonable person worries about such things; a nut case does not.
Most people do not recall the other mass shooting at a Virginia college that was stopped short because two people there had guns in their car. It may have been stopped sooner had the guns been on their person. This is just a fact.
Quot from John Lott's book, More Guns, Less Crime
“The fast responses of two male students, Mikael Gross, thirty-four, and Tracy Bridges, twenty-five, undoubtedly saved many lives. Mikael was outside the law school and just returning from lunch when Peter Odighizuwa started his attack. Tracy was in a classroom waiting for class to start. When the shots rang out, utter chaos erupted. Mikael said, ‘People were running everywhere. They were jumping behind cars, running out in front of traffic, trying to get away.’”Anyway below is an article on Guntown
“Mikael and Tracy were prepared to do something quite different: Both immediately ran to their cars and got their guns. Mikael had to run about one hundred yards to get to his car. Along with Ted Besen [who was unarmed], they approached Peter from different sides. As Tracy explains it, ‘I stopped at my vehicle and got a handgun, a revolver. Ted went toward Peter, and I aimed my gun at [Peter], and Peter tossed his gun down. Ted approached Peter, and Peter hit Ted in the jaw. Ted pushed him back and we all jumped on.’”
25 years murder-free in 'Gun Town USA'
Crime rate plummeted after law required firearms for residents
As the nation debates whether more guns or fewer can prevent tragedies like the Virginia Tech Massacre, a notable anniversary passed last month in a Georgia town that witnessed a dramatic plunge in crime and violence after mandating residents to own firearms.
In March 1982, 25 years ago, the small town of Kennesaw – responding to a handgun ban in Morton Grove, Ill. – unanimously passed an ordinance requiring each head of household to own and maintain a gun. Since then, despite dire predictions of "Wild West" showdowns and increased violence and accidents, not a single resident has been involved in a fatal shooting – as a victim, attacker or defender.
The crime rate initially plummeted for several years after the passage of the ordinance, with the 2005 per capita crime rate actually significantly lower than it was in 1981, the year before passage of the law.
Prior to enactment of the law, Kennesaw had a population of just 5,242 but a crime rate significantly higher (4,332 per 100,000) than the national average (3,899 per 100,000). The latest statistics available – for the year 2005 – show the rate at 2,027 per 100,000. Meanwhile, the population has skyrocketed to 28,189.
Monday, April 09, 2007
I read this really interesting book last week, Infidel, by Ayaan Hirsi Ali, a woman from Somalia, who survived female genital mutilation (I mean psychologically-I realize most people survive physically),escaped an arranged marriage, fled to Holland, became a member of Parliament (the Lower House of the States-General of the Netherlands),has written books (obviously) and now lives in D.C. working for American Enterprise Institute. And yes, somewhere in there is an earned masters degree, the speaking of like a thousand languages, and a fractured skull for speaking her mind.
I'll forgive the fact that she works for AEI because she has survived so much, but yes, I do see the irony of a FGM surviver working next to testicle crushing, John Yoo without stabbing his eye out with her ballpoint pen.
I found it an interesting look into a very closed off culture that I now realize I really knew nothing about.
She scoffs openly at people, whom she believes, out ignorance, say that Islam is a peaceful religion.
She has emerged from all this an atheist -and who could blame her?
I'm no atheist but I've come to the conclusion that all religions are bullshit.
This leaves me -an A gnostic-without knowledge. But I do hope there is something more to us than rotting in the ground when we are gone.
I love the idea of the divine spark of a human soul but I sure don't see it any religious texts.
As a homeschooler this belief does leave me in an isolated camp.
Unlike a lot of "devout atheists" I am not emotionally charged against religion and can manage to bow my head and silently pray to "whoever or whatever" might be on the other side when the opening prayer goes on at these homeschooler meetings.
But back to Infidel- If you remember the shooting of Theo Van Gogh -great grandson to the Van Gogh's brother. It was a response to the short film he made
with Hirsi Ali; Submission -shown below.
No, I'm not worried about being considered an Infidel for showing it-as a girl who grew up Mormon; I've been sipping Starbucks all through the typing of this-so it's really too late for me anyway.
-Tasha Tasha Rhodes libertarian