In preparation for a class on Sustainable Forestry Education I'll be going to in late July, I've been reviewing different materials on the topic that the organizers are sending every week. Down some links from a video on Carl Schenck, first scientific forestry instructor in the US, I found an inventory of his papers at NC State University.
A disclaimer reads: "Please note that some historical materials may contain harmful content and/or descriptions."
"What is Reparative Archival Description?" "Historical materials may include viewpoints, positions, norms, and values by the original creators that may be harmful to our researchers."
"Harmful". Egad. Researchers may be "harmed" by reading the perspectives of long dead people who weren't 100% wonderful like we are.
I'll bet that the "harmful perspectives" don't include Carl Schenck's early views on the local redneck population, which were pretty harsh until he got to know them and their survival strategies.
Placido Domingo, everyone. Stayed up a little too late playing Ninja Burger with my husband and sons F and G. F was ahead when I decided I was too tired to continue, so he got a round of applause. Fun game, I'd never played it before.
It's a nerdly card and dice game. If we play it again sometime soon, it will go better. It has negotiation and persuasion elements, but we didn't really get into that because we were just figuring out the various elements. Anyway, it was better for the young bros than being on the computer.
C says they arrived at the cabin they have rented for tonight (maybe other nights) and found a bat living there. She gave it a name and made it a friend.
Under advisement from the landlord, they decided to take Chirpy outside and hope he'll fly off to eat insects when it gets dark, and then find a new roost. They suspect he's been in the cabin for a few days, maybe got in when the cleaners were there or a previous renter was packing out.
She said her husband was surprised, which makes me think he hasn't been paying attention the last couple of years, because animals always appear around C, begging her to love them and sing to them. She's like a punk Disney Princess.
Her husband doesn't want her to touch it. They planned to call the landlord and see what he could do about getting it to leave. I mean, it will leave when it gets dark, and then come back the same way it got in in the first place, but they'd rather not room with a bat.
Kayaking was a success. Then we went to quaint downtown Mount Holly, which was having a small art event and also had an ice cream shop. Sons F and G are out in the street lighting sparklers from last July 4, and they plan to play Minecraft this evening. Daughter C, still on her honeymoon, is texting me pictures of insects today.
Today is the 29th death anniversary of Pam. Death anniversaries are the most painful, because there’s nothing good about them. A birthday, a wedding anniversary, there you can remember the good times (despite the loss). A death anniversary has none of that. Pam’s birthday was April 1st, which was totally appropriate for a gifted prankster as her. What made her dangerous was that she never took a victory lap. The snowball that hit the back of your head? You never saw it coming, she never acknowledged it. She’d walk past with a smile, nothing else. For my oldest I’ve written about 10 pages of Pam prank stories.
Pam’s death anniversary is especially painful, because my grief generally manifests itself as guilt (I feel that way with almost everyone who dies). I don’t discuss the guilt involving Pam because, after counseling, I recognize it is irrational, yet I also know I still feel it. Grief is both irrational and very real at the same time, though never in a good way. So I try to stay busy. Yard work this morning with Katie.
Long story short, Pam died of a virus; because I spent more time in the hospital with her than anyone else, mathematically there’s a reasonable chance I introduced it to her. No evidence of it, but 29 years later, I still feel responsible. Pam’s mom feels the same grief for the same reason, we even went to counseling together to discuss it. She had a practical (but irrational fear), that I’d withhold Pam’s son from her due to believing I’d blame her for Pam’s death. We both feared sharing our guilt for fear of the other hating us. So I forgave her in the counseling session, to help her move on.
Two years ago, Katie learned a little about this, so I shared the full story with her (she, Janet, and the counselor have heard it, I won’t share it here). She both
a) doesn’t think either Janet or I are responsible, and
b) she fully gets why we both feel that way.
She also understands why Janet and I are closer than I was with her Mom or my Mom.
You are so right about death anniversaries. There are no words for the heart-wrenching grief. And yet. Pam lived. She was deeply loved. When she closed her eyes on this earth for the last time, she must have found peace in the certainty that she was leaving the precious child she had brought into the world in the loving embrace of the family whose love she herself had felt, you, Janet, your entire family. And she surely knew that others would also come into his life to love him and be loved by him: Katie, your other children. No human can know the source of that virus with certainty, but you and Janet can know that what your presence gave Pam was comfort, security, and love. God bless you all.
It’s good to have things to do. IIRC, she was extremely immuno-compromised, so the odds that any one person specifically brought in the pathogen is very, very low. Hospitals are known to be the worst places in terms of spreading communicable disease. But I understand if that’s not much comfort, or it isn’t persuasive. If you’re generally the type of person with a strong locus of control, there is no easy let-up from beating up on yourself.
It’s good that you’ve shared with your son and with Janet, though, I would think.
Had a great time babysitting the grand, he’s a good boy. An old HS friend who happens to live in my daughter’s hood stopped by for a chat so that was a bonus. It’s raining this morning so that will postpone our planned bike ride until later.
The stuff that Berenson found from his FOIA research sure makes Fauci come across as an arrogant jerk. The unquestioned fan-fiction about Fauci I’m sure will continue unabated.
It is on my list of pods to listen to when I head north tomorrow. The focus of most of Dr. Jay's podcasts are about the suppression of information during Covid. Gosh, I often imagine how much better things would have been had we adopted the Great Barrington Declaration approach.
Good morning. Looks like a nice day as well, which the golfers up at the Memorial should appreciate.
The Free Press has a provocative story this morning: “Can cricket recolonize America?” This comes on the heels of a stunning cricket world up set of the Pakistani team (to cricket what Brazil is to soccer) by the US team. Or course, US cricket players are immigrants from cricket-playing countries like Pakistan and India, but the article claims that cricket was known and favored by Americans like Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln, being edged out by the all-American game of baseball after the CIvil War.
Good morning. Not awake enough yet. We have plans to go kayaking at Catawba Riverkeeper this morning. Son F's friend should arrive by 8:00 a.m. F has a swim test for camp at 9:00. We should arrive at our destination a little after 10:00. Weather looks perfect.
We hope so. It's our first try with this organization. Weird going on an excursion with only four people: the two parents, Son F, and his friend. For purposes of the expected liability waiver, we'll say F's friend is Son G.
They aren't worth the paper they're printed on, in most cases. The girl with the form just smiled when I told F's friend, "You're our son for the day."
CynthiaW can sign for him pretending to be his parent. This makes me smile, I love when people break stupid rules. Liability waivers are rarely enforced because they’re so one-sided.
In preparation for a class on Sustainable Forestry Education I'll be going to in late July, I've been reviewing different materials on the topic that the organizers are sending every week. Down some links from a video on Carl Schenck, first scientific forestry instructor in the US, I found an inventory of his papers at NC State University.
A disclaimer reads: "Please note that some historical materials may contain harmful content and/or descriptions."
"What is Reparative Archival Description?" "Historical materials may include viewpoints, positions, norms, and values by the original creators that may be harmful to our researchers."
"Harmful". Egad. Researchers may be "harmed" by reading the perspectives of long dead people who weren't 100% wonderful like we are.
I'll bet that the "harmful perspectives" don't include Carl Schenck's early views on the local redneck population, which were pretty harsh until he got to know them and their survival strategies.
https://nypost.com/2024/06/09/us-news/giant-7-foot-sunfish-found-on-oregon-beach-turns-out-to-be-newly-discovered-species/?utm_campaign=nypost&utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social
Hmmm, perhaps a future TSAF, once they learn more of this creature? All I know is he/she/etc. won't fit in my frying pan...
Not very tasty or digestible, iir the TSAF correctly.
I did a report on those giant ocean sunfish a while back. I'll look for it and run it tomorrow.
Several sources are reporting that rescued Israeli hostage Noa Argamani was being held in the residence of an al-Jazeera journalist.
Correction: It was the other three hostages, Almog Meir Jan, 21, Andri Kozlov, 27, and Shlomi Ziv, 41.
Who is reporting this?
New York Post.
https://nypost.com/2024/06/09/world-news/gaza-journalist-held-3-hostages-in-his-home-with-his-family-israeli-military-says/
Placido Domingo, everyone. Stayed up a little too late playing Ninja Burger with my husband and sons F and G. F was ahead when I decided I was too tired to continue, so he got a round of applause. Fun game, I'd never played it before.
Morning! The name Ninja Burger sounds like an activity where you could poke an eye out.
With a ketchup bottle?
I was easily intimidated as a child.
It's a nerdly card and dice game. If we play it again sometime soon, it will go better. It has negotiation and persuasion elements, but we didn't really get into that because we were just figuring out the various elements. Anyway, it was better for the young bros than being on the computer.
C says they arrived at the cabin they have rented for tonight (maybe other nights) and found a bat living there. She gave it a name and made it a friend.
At least she didn't freak out over a bat. Not sure I would want one inside a cabin I was staying in, though.
That is funny and eminently sensible at the same time.
Under advisement from the landlord, they decided to take Chirpy outside and hope he'll fly off to eat insects when it gets dark, and then find a new roost. They suspect he's been in the cabin for a few days, maybe got in when the cleaners were there or a previous renter was packing out.
She said her husband was surprised, which makes me think he hasn't been paying attention the last couple of years, because animals always appear around C, begging her to love them and sing to them. She's like a punk Disney Princess.
Punk seems to be a theme among your offspring, judging on the wedding pics.
Some are grunge. Others are alternative.
And their family lore grows.
A punk Disney princess - I love it! Thanks for the smiles!
You're welcome. Yesterday, she also found a family of river otters and a miniscule praying mantis who thought one of her tattoos was a real flower 🌺.
Her husband doesn't want her to touch it. They planned to call the landlord and see what he could do about getting it to leave. I mean, it will leave when it gets dark, and then come back the same way it got in in the first place, but they'd rather not room with a bat.
Kayaking was a success. Then we went to quaint downtown Mount Holly, which was having a small art event and also had an ice cream shop. Sons F and G are out in the street lighting sparklers from last July 4, and they plan to play Minecraft this evening. Daughter C, still on her honeymoon, is texting me pictures of insects today.
Warning: a heavy comment
Today is the 29th death anniversary of Pam. Death anniversaries are the most painful, because there’s nothing good about them. A birthday, a wedding anniversary, there you can remember the good times (despite the loss). A death anniversary has none of that. Pam’s birthday was April 1st, which was totally appropriate for a gifted prankster as her. What made her dangerous was that she never took a victory lap. The snowball that hit the back of your head? You never saw it coming, she never acknowledged it. She’d walk past with a smile, nothing else. For my oldest I’ve written about 10 pages of Pam prank stories.
Pam’s death anniversary is especially painful, because my grief generally manifests itself as guilt (I feel that way with almost everyone who dies). I don’t discuss the guilt involving Pam because, after counseling, I recognize it is irrational, yet I also know I still feel it. Grief is both irrational and very real at the same time, though never in a good way. So I try to stay busy. Yard work this morning with Katie.
Long story short, Pam died of a virus; because I spent more time in the hospital with her than anyone else, mathematically there’s a reasonable chance I introduced it to her. No evidence of it, but 29 years later, I still feel responsible. Pam’s mom feels the same grief for the same reason, we even went to counseling together to discuss it. She had a practical (but irrational fear), that I’d withhold Pam’s son from her due to believing I’d blame her for Pam’s death. We both feared sharing our guilt for fear of the other hating us. So I forgave her in the counseling session, to help her move on.
Two years ago, Katie learned a little about this, so I shared the full story with her (she, Janet, and the counselor have heard it, I won’t share it here). She both
a) doesn’t think either Janet or I are responsible, and
b) she fully gets why we both feel that way.
She also understands why Janet and I are closer than I was with her Mom or my Mom.
You are so right about death anniversaries. There are no words for the heart-wrenching grief. And yet. Pam lived. She was deeply loved. When she closed her eyes on this earth for the last time, she must have found peace in the certainty that she was leaving the precious child she had brought into the world in the loving embrace of the family whose love she herself had felt, you, Janet, your entire family. And she surely knew that others would also come into his life to love him and be loved by him: Katie, your other children. No human can know the source of that virus with certainty, but you and Janet can know that what your presence gave Pam was comfort, security, and love. God bless you all.
It is good that you and Pam's mother can care for one another instead of being divided. That's what Pam would want, I feel confident in saying.
Our feelings are often irrational, but that doesn't make them go away.
Be easier on yourself. May her memory be a blessing.
It’s good to have things to do. IIRC, she was extremely immuno-compromised, so the odds that any one person specifically brought in the pathogen is very, very low. Hospitals are known to be the worst places in terms of spreading communicable disease. But I understand if that’s not much comfort, or it isn’t persuasive. If you’re generally the type of person with a strong locus of control, there is no easy let-up from beating up on yourself.
It’s good that you’ve shared with your son and with Janet, though, I would think.
Had a great time babysitting the grand, he’s a good boy. An old HS friend who happens to live in my daughter’s hood stopped by for a chat so that was a bonus. It’s raining this morning so that will postpone our planned bike ride until later.
I watched most of the item you shared yesterday. There wasn’t too much about Covid until after the first hour.
https://www.illusionconsensus.com/p/podcast-episode-with-alex-berenson
The stuff that Berenson found from his FOIA research sure makes Fauci come across as an arrogant jerk. The unquestioned fan-fiction about Fauci I’m sure will continue unabated.
It is on my list of pods to listen to when I head north tomorrow. The focus of most of Dr. Jay's podcasts are about the suppression of information during Covid. Gosh, I often imagine how much better things would have been had we adopted the Great Barrington Declaration approach.
Good morning. Looks like a nice day as well, which the golfers up at the Memorial should appreciate.
The Free Press has a provocative story this morning: “Can cricket recolonize America?” This comes on the heels of a stunning cricket world up set of the Pakistani team (to cricket what Brazil is to soccer) by the US team. Or course, US cricket players are immigrants from cricket-playing countries like Pakistan and India, but the article claims that cricket was known and favored by Americans like Benjamin Franklin and Abraham Lincoln, being edged out by the all-American game of baseball after the CIvil War.
Celia M started a Substack for The Free Press commenters who are peeved about censorship going on over there. That’s unacceptable Bari!
A Substack complaining about another Substack. What a concept!
Hmm… a think piece…
Good morning. Not awake enough yet. We have plans to go kayaking at Catawba Riverkeeper this morning. Son F's friend should arrive by 8:00 a.m. F has a swim test for camp at 9:00. We should arrive at our destination a little after 10:00. Weather looks perfect.
Enjoy!
Weather here looks perfect today, too. Have fun kayaking!
We hope so. It's our first try with this organization. Weird going on an excursion with only four people: the two parents, Son F, and his friend. For purposes of the expected liability waiver, we'll say F's friend is Son G.
How is claiming a son vicariously a liability waiver? There must be some legal boilerplate involved here.
They aren't worth the paper they're printed on, in most cases. The girl with the form just smiled when I told F's friend, "You're our son for the day."
CynthiaW can sign for him pretending to be his parent. This makes me smile, I love when people break stupid rules. Liability waivers are rarely enforced because they’re so one-sided.
I figured those were more meant to discourage lawsuits than to actually defend against them.
They can be a psychological deterrent. People sue over things that are 100% their own fault, resulting in a No Fun world.