Ascending Bernard Mountain yesterday ▲. I have a second complaint about Acadia National Park - parking blows. I understand why, and to the park's credit they run constant shuttles from the large parking lot at Park Headquarters, and we've been the fucks who won't use them. My complicity and fine metaphors etc. We got to the Gorge Path trail head yesterday at nine, all four parking spots taken, no road parking allowed. Instead of Dorr and Cadillac Mountains yesterday we climbed Mansell and Bernard Mountains. We've now done all of the western half of Acadia. We going to try to leave the house shortly to get to Gorge trail head, and I've alternatives for when we find the four spots taken already anyway, but Earthgirl is still asleep and I'm not gonna wake her, so maybe Door and Cadillac tomorrow and Champlain and Penobscot today. Right now? From where I'm typing, taken just now, a photo of a shadow of a hummingbird dipping at a red feeder!
- O! I am way better - though still responsibly cautious - with rocks and on heights than I was two weeks ago.
- Tears and torment.
- In yesterday's post I mentioned the Hillarium smearing Jill Stein as an anti-vaxxer. I had no idea whether Stein is an anti-vaxxer or not, but I knew beloved Landru (who will get the sillyass Star Trek allusion in this post's title) would and would respond. From comments:
It's no smear. At best, Jill Stein is pandering to anti-vaxxers. And she knows it--she made an effort to walk back her position and got busted at it. If that is true, it's completely unforgivable and absolutely disqualifies her from any leadership position in organized society. I understand that you don't give a shit about that, since you're fundamentally opposed to organized society in general, and that's your business and I've long since accepted it, kindly and lovingly, I hope. But no quarter for a fucking idiot of her magnitude. An idiot who is, I hear tell, an actual medical doctor. Fucking despicable.
At worst, she's an actual anti-vaxxer, and it looks to me like that's the case, because the language she uses in pandering to anti-vaxxers is exactly the language that anti-vaxxers use to claim they're not anti-vaxxers. EXACTLY that language. I know that you trust my qualifications to gauge that without reference to politics. And I credit that it's possible that she's pandering, which is not, as I noted, a save for her. Not even close.
She's a nutbar and has no business running for office, and if she's actually an anti-vaxxer instead of just another pandering shithead politician, she and any offspring for which she's responsible have no business being around other humans.
- To which I responded:
I'll take your word for it on Stein and anti-vaxxing: this is how I figured to do my research on the subject: I know the issue is important to you and you're far more informed than most people on the subject.
I was hoping the Hillarium was *right* on that: it throws so much bullshit that accurate insightful and useful information that would be vital in forming an opinion about a candidate just sounds like so much Hillarium disinformation. I wish I had been clearer in the post that was part of my point in the first place. As I said, I don't know shit about Stein, but I do know how the Hillarium works.
- So that's that on Stein and anti-vaxxery, and that's that on what I was trying to do.
- When Hillary tries to seduce Henry.
- The Drone Presidency.
- Evan McMullen?
- Almost a year ago today on this blog: Larry Lessig?
- The Whitehead - um, I'm running out of patience. It's not fantastic, in any of the uses of that word. And what the fuck is a published novelist doing using the word "enormity" to mean "big." That's borderline disqualifying right there.
- On Lerner's Hatred of Poetry, which I know I should read but can't yet make myself.
- Up to the I's playlist-wise (blessed Serendipity, the first one):
[rain frog thorn bug tent bat]
rain frog thorn bug tent bat
along a broken mosaic a spongy ever-dwindling path
soaring trees woody buttresses their massive twisted fins
lofty crowns shoulder to shoulder climbing lime-green
vines restless palms one strangling plant clinging to
choking another a discontinuous canopy of branches and leaves
impenetrable alive and teeming tangled underbrush
the deeply shaded soil lumpy roots writhing
across the forest floor low-growing ferns seedlings
struggling for light jewel-colored hummingbirds
insects sizzling and clicking and the dripping water
trickling into the tiniest crevices steamy
claustrophobic air a dazzling bellbird lost
in a shaft of sunlight a golden eyelash viper
sinuous as a vein on a broad-leafed frond flat worms
land leeches walnut-sized spiders goliath beetles
camouflaged butterflies on dead leaves parasites bees
leaf-cutting ants atop glorious white lilies everywhere
gripping climbing twisting floating through the trees
stilt-like aerial roots the mouth-amazed pitcher plant
buried larvae fruit-eating fish the perpetual battle to adapt
the ruthless drive to survive under a punishing sun
what grows bursts forth at astonishing speed then decomposes
to be reabsorbed so much unknown unfamiliar
unnamed but before long the trees seem the same
the rocks every bird track who would dare think of such a place
who would dare construct one of his own imagining
and be utterly abandoned in the middle of it all
if to be lost is to be fully present if confusion becomes
the only boundary and then the decision [to divide space
until a direction is created] only a madman would begin
thought is its own cage the mind already anticipating
the first step deciding every turn will be coupled
by disaster and perhaps some bestial creature
crouched at the center crying waitingfor our hero our everyman our Elijah wandering the earth in rags