Monthly Archives: June 2007

It’s all about meme

Since a large percentage of my readers aren’t terribly internet savvy (Hi Linda!),* I need to first explain what a meme is (and pretend I didn’t have to look it up myself just now). Coined by Richard Dawkins in 1976,** a meme is a nugget of cultural information that passes from mind to mind in a manner analogous to the passage of genetic material in biology. Except biological transmission of genes involves, typically, sex, and meme transmission is when the guy next to you in the elevator is humming the latest McDonald’s jingle and you find yourself humming it for the rest of the day and you don’t even like McDonald’s and you don’t know all the words and by 5 p.m. you are fantasizing elevator guy’s bloody death (which involves a Big Mac, Mayor McCheese, and a spork).

In blogdom, memes are most often internet quizzes (Which Color are You? Which Fruit or Vegetable are You? Which Lord of the Rings Non-speaking-Role Orc Character are You?), and when a bloggy friend sends a meme to your blog, you have been “tagged” and you are to answer the quiz and post your results and send the meme on, kind of like a chain letter but without (usually) the promises of poverty, baldness, or annihilation if you break the chain. I have seldom been tagged, possibly due to my crappy attitude regarding bloggy cuteness that doesn’t involve a pic of one of my own precious pets, and I’ve never answered or passed on the few tags I have received.

Until today.

My friend Susan over at Rickety Contrivances of Doing Good tagged me this morning. Susan taught me much of what I know about fiction writing, religious courage, and beetles and I would do almost anything for her, up to and including acts that might result in 3 to 5 years in a low to medium security penetentiary. And what silly quiz or other wackiness was the subject of her meme? PANDEMIC FLU PREPAREDNESS! Oh Boy!

Everything I know about pandemic disease comes from the short stories and novels of Connie Willis and is pretty much this: in addition to drastic reduction of Earth’s population, pandemic disease will also kill off almost all dogs and other canid species except, I believe, jackels (“Last of the Winnebagos”), OR kill off all cats (To Say Nothing of the Dog), and will be followed by the invention/discovery of time travel, which will be used by the history dons of Oxford to explore one of the great plagues (Doomsday Book), the blitz of London (Firewatch),*** and the Victorian world as portrayed by Jerome K. Jerome (To Say Nothing of the Dog). So if the prospect of mass disease and suffering in our human population doesn’t upset you, think of the dogs; think of the cats; think of academics mucking around in our past!

Here’s the meme as Susan reports it (in orange text):

Become a pandemic flu preparedness blogger for a day.

Gotcha.

Write a
post about pandemic flu preparedness, add the banner gif to your
website, supply at least a couple of links to pandemic flu preparation
websites, and tag five or more bloggers.

Here’s the gif, which I am much too dim to get to operate properly:

Websticker_flu3

Here are the links (in addition to the vital Connie Willis info above):

Flu Stories: HHS Flu Summit Looks At Tool Kits

HHS Pandemic Flu Leadership Blog

Trust For America’s Health

Minus Susan, I’m not sure I even know 5 other bloggers, but I’ll do my best.

Add two items to your next grocery shopping list to begin to stockpile essentials:

Some
ideas for starters include jars of peanut butter, cans of beans, cans
of tuna, salmon and other fish, cans of fruit, jars of applesauce,
prepared pasta that doesn’t need refrigeration, cooking or rehydration,
cans of vegetables, crackers, jars of tomato sauce/spaghetti sauce,
cans of stew and hash, boxes of powdered milk, and bottled water and
juice.

Um, this is pretty much how I cook and eat in everyday, non-flu-preparedness life. Evidently in the event of a worldwide pandemic, evolution will favor the non-Betty Crockers among us. And the folks who suffered Europe’s medival plagues didn’t even know what peanut butter was because it’s a New World plant. Those poor bastards didn’t have a chance.

Also, in case Connie Willis is wrong, I think we should add dry dog food/dry cat food to this list, shouldn’t we?

On the medication side, have unexpired bottles of aspirin,
acetominophen, naproxen sodium or ibuprofen, triple antibiotic cream,
sterile gauze, pepto-bismol, and have bleach and a quaternary
disinfectant on hand.

The pain killers and first aid supplies are a good idea, although once my prescription anti-depressants run out, things will get grim pretty quickly; better add Peanut Butter M&Ms to the previous list to compensate. Pepto-bismol’s always in stock at my house (you’ve seen how I eat). I have absolutely no idea what a quaternary disinfectant is; the Quaternary Period is the end of the Pliocene until now, which doesn’t help in the disinfectant question but shows you that I’m pretty deadly at Trivial Pursuit.****

There — I’ve successfully memed. And seriously, the specter of a pandemic is almost too scary to think about and may keep some people from educating themselves or preparing. But we’ve seen with Hurricane Katrina just how quickly the infrastructure we take for granted can fall apart, so it is something we have to deal with.

Oh, I do know one other thing about flu pandemics. My mother was born in 1922 on the heels of the 1918 Spanish flu pandemic. I never knew why at the time, but when I was a child, she was hyper-sensitive about the dirtiness of birds — if I picked up a pretty feather, she’d make me throw it away and wash my hands. Evidence shows that, like the current Avian flu, the 1918 flu passed directly from birds to humans. Still, this is no reason to fear our birdy friends (and every reason to clean up the world’s cruel and filthy chicken and egg industries). Here’s Zeke Quaker to remind us not to be hating the birds; and how can you hate a little green chicken wearing Captain Underpants’ BVD’s and standing on the beach?*****

Zekebeach_2(click to embiggen)

*That one reader is a large percentage gives you an idea of my total readership

**Long before reality tv, but he must have seen it coming

***This link allows you to read the entire novella online. It’s quite good.

****But not Scrabble.

*****Yes, I have way too much time on my hands

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He’s gonna live forever…FAME!

A few posts ago I showed you the captioned pic of Zeke I sent in to the lolcats website — well, it was chosen for posting. I’m pretty sure it was the cuteness of Zeke and the novelty of his parrotude rather than my caption that secured my little green chicken his 15 minutes of fame (and 40 comments and a rating of 4 out of 5 cheezeburgers).

Below is a pic of Zeke checking out his own online awesomeness. Now there’ll be no living with him…..(click to embiggen):

Famouszeke

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No turkeys or watermelons….

My next-oldest sis and her husband lived for years with no car, using their bicycles for nearly every shopping/working/entertainment need. They are, belatedly, one of the inspirations for my own recent bicycleosity, since they were slim and healthy* and since Storm Lake is very bike-able and I’d like to save $ on gas and have my car last at least 8 years past the time it’s paid off.

Anyway, they toted their groceries home on their bikes, in backpacks, and they used to say they could buy and enjoy anything except whole turkeys or watermelons.

So this morning I made my first bike trip to the store. There and back was about 3.5 miles, so it wasn’t any great effort and now I pretty much have to ride to the store in bike-able weather, barring the need for turkeys, watermelons, bulk dry pet food, or Diet Pepsi 12-packs on sale. I bought a set of panniers with my bike and following is the list of what I managed to pack into them, which was just about the limit of their capacity. I’m having company for dinner tomorrow night — I’m serving southwestern pizzas** and root beer floats — so usually I’d be buying a bit less stuff:

1/2 gallon of milk, 2 liters of root beer, 1/2 gallon of ice cream, 2 pre-made pizza shells, 1.5 lbs grapes, 6 bananas, box of cereal, box of drinking straws, 3 boxes of tea, can of chilies, a red pepper, a mango, box of boca burgers, AND I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT THE JACK CHEESE. GRR.***

*if you don’t count the smoking, which they’ve since quit.

**one black bean and green chili pizza and one mango and red pepper. The sauce is a 15 oz. can of chopped tomatoes, pureed and seasoned with the juice of the green chilies and a bit of cumin and lime, cooked down to pizza sauce consistency. Yumm.

***I’ll probably use the car for the cheese, since Diet Pepsi was, indeed, on sale.

Middle Earth Mileage, Hobbiton to Rivendell: 26 miles — “Road rolls up and down” still. Mile 32 is when they meet the first Black Rider. Let’s hope that doesn’t translate into a Humvee….

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Yeah. Time for a bike ride.

You know I like the animals, pets or otherwise, and I appreciate the witty turn of phrase and, let’s face it, I’m a girl and I occasionally must adore some little, fluffy animal due purely to its innate, pink-ribbon-worthy cuteness. All this is why I have Cute Overload bookmarked on my browser. It it pure, uncut cute-crack.

And I can admit that. But I have thus far hidden a more shameful addiction, lolcats, also known as I Can Has Cheezeburger? The point of this site is for people to send in cute or funky animal pictures that they’ve labeled with impact font in netspeak so the picture is e.ven.cue.ter. Sometimes the pic/label combo really is very funny; more often, it’s merely aha…ah-worthy, but you go back due to the same psychological mechanism that underlies slot machine use — boredom. NO, I mean the possibility that this time it will pay off, as it has, irregularly, in the past.

Essentially, if Cute Overload were Jeopardy!, then lolcats would be Wheel of Fortune.

And if you become addicted to either one because of this post, we the management are not responsible.

Here is my own lolcat-type picture, complete with impact font. I have no illusions — it is in the merely aha…ah category. What do you want from me, people?! I’m on summer vacation.
Lolzeke

(click to embiggen)

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Happy Customer

Okay, if you 1) live within, say, 60-70 miles of Storm Lake, Iowa, and 2) are thinking of buying a bicycle or related paraphernalia (or a hot tub or exercise machine), go to Lakeshore Cyclery & Fitness. Nice people, fabulous service, an amazing array and selection of bicycles, and a friendly store cat (Tigger). And if you talk about your outrageous student loans and crack a few jokes, you might even get a small discount (worked for me, and we know it ain’t my looks).

Middle Earth Mileage, Hobbiton to Rivendell: 22 miles — “Road rolls up and down” (in the Shire, maybe. Not in NW Iowa).

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Capitol of the World, Dude!

One of our local newspapers declared a few weeks ago that Storm Lake is poised to become the Chainsaw Art Capitol of the World. Take that, Colorado Springs!

Storm Lake has a resident. full time chainsaw artist who owns a studio called Runaway Saws.* His work is surprisingly detailed, given both his medium and his tools. I’ve seen him working, more than a dozen chainsaws of varying sizes laid out ready for use.

Anyway, the city decided to hire Mr. Klatt to carve up to 30 tree stumps throughout the city. Three have been done thus far, two of which are pictured below. While the pics below are of sculptures located near the lake and thus have a water theme, the work at his studio is much more varied, including the ubiquitous Last Supper. Who knows what’s going to spring up, or more accurately, be whittled down, around town?

Here they are, the pelican and the light house: (click to embiggen)

Pelicanwhole

Pelicanclose Pelicanbase
Plighthouse2

Plighthouse1

*I’m not sure this name inspires confidence.

Middle Earth Mileage, Hobbiton to Rivendell: 15.5 — “Begin to sing. Walk through a deeply cloven track between tall
trees.”

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