17 September 2022

Post 411: This Blog is at an End (But I'm not done blogging)

In August I went to visit Jack in the backcountry. While I was there I had a lot of time to think about my life, my choices with regards to how I spend my time, and how I connect and share with the ones I love. Also, I've given a lot of thought to the nature of letting go.

This blog has been with me for a very long time - over 400 posts, over the course of more than ten years! When I started it, I was in high school, still very much trying to figure out who I was in the world, and what I thought and believed. Not to say that I've completed my internal growth, but I'm incredibly distanced from that time in my life and I don't feel that I'm gaining anything by keeping these writings public. If anything, there could very well be something embarrassing back through there. I've tried to read through old posts to see, but frankly I don't have the time to spend on that.

This platform in particular has gotten more clunky and less user-friendly over the years - both for myself and for some of the folks who read this. Furthermore, I've had lots of feedback from folks who used to follow me on social media that they miss my updates. So I began to look around for a more stream-lined, less bells-&-whistles platform that will allow a smooth delivery of my blog posts to people's email inboxes, without the need to constantly remind people to look up the website (and please just click that email subscribe button that only works half the time!). In short, I found a platform that will support my blog, have streamlined email subscription for folks who wish to, and work smoothly on mobile devices and on desktops alike. 

All that is to say, that this blog, a.bird.named.jay, is at an end. I'll leave it up for a little while, but I plan to delete it by the end of the year.

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03 July 2022

Post-Spring Reading Round-up!

I've had a lot of time to read lately because I've been sick a lot - first a cold and when I finally thought I was shaking that I got a respiratory infection and am going through it all over again. By the end of this week I'll have been sick for a month straight!

But as I said, that meant lots of time to read, so I finally finished up a couple sticky ones that I'd been trying to push through. Not that they weren't good reads, but just that I haven't been doing all that much reading this spring - due to three main things: increasing activity outdoors, online streaming, and my ever-growing obsession with audio drama podcasts. So without further ado, here's the reading round-up since my last book dump here!

The Fate of Rome by Kyle Harper - a past couchsurfer who is on my Boxing Day Letter email list told me about this book when we did our annual email exchange at the turn of the year. I was intrigued enough to add it to the list. Jack and I listened to this one on audio book and it was a little bit of a slog. But also quite fascinating. The main idea is that the fall of the Roman Empire was just as much to do with plagues and climate change as anything else. This book was written well before the current pandemic, and I was really fascinated with the ways it tied into thoughts and reactions today. But also, as someone currently taking antibiotics, it made me very grateful for the modern medicine advances that we have at present!

The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek by Kim Michele Richardson - my mom read this one and told me about it. It was a fascinating (and somewhat hard-hitting) historical fiction that followed the daily life of a pack horse librarian in rural Appalachia during the New Deal Era. The author definitely did a ton of research into the program, the lives of folks in rural Appalachia at that time, and what sort of things would get people excited. The only part I questioned was with regards to the main character being one of the blue people and getting treated the same as African Americans for that. I wasn't sure how accurate that was, or if it was just a tool to show the difficulties of someone who wasn't white in that era and place without writing from the perspective of an African American (which the author is not). Overall it was a good book, but I agreed with my mom that the ending felt very unsatisfying. If you decide to pick this one up, you'll have to let me know how you found the conclusion.

Drink: A Cultural History of Alcohol by Iain Gately - this one was a Christmas present from my mother-in-law and it was quite a tome! Nearly 500 pages with small print and narrow margins! But it was SOOOO well written, you just didn't even notice the time passing by. That being said, it took me the better part of January thru June to read it. Gately writes from a British perspective, but he makes stops all around the world and all the way from ancient archaeology to the present day. It was most interesting to see the different rules that various cultures and times had regarding alcohol consumption. Some people felt you could give it to babies, others felt that you could only imbibe after the age of 50 or 70 (and then, as much as you could desire), yet another held that if you were born under a certain portent you were destined to be a drunkard and should have access to it whenever you wanted it, while all your fellow countrymen were not allowed! The development of the various beverages throughout time was also a very interesting timeline to follow. Overall, I found the book captivating to the last drop!

Niksen: Embracing the Dutch Art of Doing Nothing by Olga Mecking - this one caught my eye on a visit to Powell's and I found it on Hoopla to listen to. I'm not really one for self-help books, but what interested me about this was that it was a focus on Dutch culture and I wanted to see what of Dutch culture existed in my Dutch American life and what didn't. In that regard, I found this book very fascinating and it allowed for reflections on myself, my family, and our culture. A love of the outdoors, of bicycles, and a tendency towards a more free-rein parenting all seemed to fit the Dutch norm in my Dutch American family. But somehow I feel like we skipped out of that "speaking your mind to the point of being almost rude" part. Another aspect of Dutch culture that I certainly took to heart growing up is the idea of not bragging about what you've done or are capable of doing. The brand of humility Mecking described as quintessentially Dutch gave me a lot to chew on. In America there is a tendency, especially for folks in this online, self-promotion day and age, to lead with all your accomplishments and try to stand out. Mecking reminded me that this is not a better or worse way to be, but rather just a cultural norm, which I don't have to feel obligated to join in on. I prefer to quietly do what I do and keep it more special and intimate when I step into the spotlight. It's how I was raised and the opposite just seems a bit rude to me. Needless to say, I found the cultural reflection in this book to be worth my while, though I don't think that was what the author was hoping I would get out of it.

The Yellow House by Sarah M Broom - not sure where I picked this one up (probably NPR?) but it was towards the top of the list, so it had been there awhile. Note the author, because there are multiple books with this same title. This book is a geographical history of the author's family (including her very large nuclear family!) in an area known as New Orleans East. (Part of New Orleans the same way that Tujunga is part of L.A., from what I can tell.) It follows the development of the area, the dreams for it and the ways in which that dream was deferred - through zoning, through finances, through family tragedy, through lack of opportunity, and through Hurricane Katrina. But also on the lives of her family, the loves that they had, the goofy adventures, the fun times, the accomplishments, and the mundane, too. The book was beautifully written! And throughout, I couldn't help but wish that they had offered one of the geographical history courses that were in the catalog when I was doing my masters because I find the power of place as both character and backdrop, mover and moved, in a narrative history to be so powerful.

Pretty slim pickings this go-around (again), but each of these was a sizeable, in-depth read (or listen)... except for Niksen, I suppose - I listened to 2/3 of that one while I was on a hike training for my upcoming backpack trip. Because even though I've been under the weather, I've still been trying to get my body trained up for the 20+ mile hike into Jack's backcountry camp this summer.

As summer begins, I'm gravitating towards more lighter reads. I hope to be getting back into a better swing of things with my reading progress... especially because the list managed to get up into the 90s again... 

Until next time!

30 June 2022

What is lost, what is gained

Garter snakes eat many garden pests, such as slugs!

Jumping off my recent post regarding the way life has changed since the ubiquity of the internet (thanks to smartphones and wifi), I found myself meditating the other day on what is gained versus lost with all sorts of technologies. The one close at hand is the lawn mower.

Mowing the lawn always seemed a rather thankless task growing up, and in my adult life too. Run a machine to manicure your perfect yard and cough for an hour afterwards thanks to the exhaust fumes and hayfever. And to what end? Just to have a short, even lawn. Perhaps someone who knows more about the specifics of grass growing (or who cares more about it) could explain to me that this is actually important for anything beyond vanity. But it seems a bit vain to me.

In our current (temporary) home we've made a decision. Not because of my dislike of lawn mowing, but more due to spatial constraints and the fact that we don't want to purchase a machine that could be different from what we'd need in our future home. The lawn here is relatively small, so we bought a hand tool known as a "weed whip". Not to be confused with the weed whacker, the weed whip consists of a medium-length wooden handle with a serrated, two-edged blade at the bottom. It's a tool that Jack uses at work sometimes for brushing the trail corridor. It's remarkably effective at cutting things down to size. It just requires a bit more manual labor.

So as you can imagine, our yard looks a lot scruffier than those of our neighbors. And frankly, we like it that way. A scruffy lawn seems more inviting, more lush and semi-wild. More like a meadow. As P. Allen Smith said one time (I think it was him?) "Children love meadows." And I am a child at heart.

For a motorized walking or riding lawn mower, what is lost is the direct connection to the land, the manual labor (though some walk-behinds do require a bit more effort, but it's often more of just a leg workout, which is just like any other workout I tend to do), and the peace and quiet (and clean air, if it's a gas mower) for yourself and those around you. What is gained is time, especially if the lawn is large.

Time is what is lost with a weed whip. Although I have gotten good enough to get through the front lawn in 30 minutes now (I did it on my lunch break yesterday), that's compared to the 47+/- minutes it took me to do about 5x (or more?) that space with a walking mower at our Crescent City house. (I used to listen to the entirety of Pearl Jam's "Lightning Bolt" album while I mowed.) What's gained is pretty significant, though: peace and quiet for yourself and your neighbors (just a gentle swish-swish-thwack-thwack sound), cleaner air, a solid upper body workout, and a greater connection to the land that you're working. What do I mean by that last part? I mean that I know exactly what plants are growing and where in my little lawn because I recognize and trim them with my "eye on the ball" and so much more focus on the plants themselves than when I run a mower over them. Also, since I tend to strike higher than a mower and with less frequency/speed, I'm less likely to injure wildlife going about its business in our lawn. Wildlife like the beautiful garter snake in the photograph above. I've seen that beauty while "whacking" (as I like to call it, because "whipping" sounds weird) the lawn twice now!

For anyone who's wondering: what about a non-motorized, old-fashioned, walk-behind mower? The modern ones are full of plastic parts and we had one in Crescent City - it ceased to function effectively within a year. If I found a proper vintage one for a good price, I'd buy it and try it again, but I'm not impressed with the ones on the modern market. Not for these thick, lush, PNW lawns, anyway. On that same note, I'm certainly not opposed to the non-gas motorized options that are out there as well, and I may well look into them before the summer is over, perhaps an electric weedwhacker as a nice midway option.

If it's not obvious, I hope you recognize that I view this as a "right tool for the job" situation. And it's more along the lines of consciously deciding what technology we utilize in our lives and accepting the gains and losses that the type of technology we use affords. For this house at this time, something small with more of an upper body workout works well for me. This is akin to that question I've been trying to ask myself more lately: is this trip better suited to walking, cycling, or driving?

Until next time!