Sunday, August 28, 2016

Yonkers, Beautiful Yonkers

Last Monday, it being my day off, I decided to visit the beautiful Untermyer Gardens in Northwest Yonkers. It's been a while since last I was there. The heart of the park is its classical Persian style walled garden:




The interior garden is a peaceful, gorgeous sanctuary watched over by a pair of sphinxes:




No riddles need be solved by visitors, though I'm pretty well versed in that form of gamesmanship. From behind the sphinxes, one can get a nice glimpse of the perfect layout of the gardens:




The pools are home to goldfish of various sizes, as well as some lovely water lillies:




The setting of the park is as magnificent as the gardens... one has wonderful views of the mighty Hudson:




The view from the bottom of the stairs is only missing a determined local boxer to make it complete:




Since last I was here, a fence has been put up, separating the Croton Aqueduct Trail from the park:




On the way out, I visited the fanciful Temple of Love, which features a gazebo, but not a dread gazebo:




While wandering through the park, I had a conversation with some really nice kids who were enjoying a late summer afternoon... one boy brought up the not-so-good old days of the park. I remember coming to the park when I was in high school, and it was genuinely creepy. The creepy vibe is really captured well in this website... while I don't believe in ghosts, I can vouch for the presence of the outré graffiti scrawled on the walls. Part of me thinks that the creepy vibe of the park at its nadir only enhances its original and current magnificence. It's one of the jewels in the crown of Yonkers, beautiful Yonkers.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Adequate Labelling

In a comment on my last post, mikey questioned the use of the euphemism 'alt-right':


Frankly, I'm not terribly comforatble with the 'alt right' euphamism. It helps them cement a kind of mainstream acceptance as just a faction of the American conservative 'right'. They love the title because it lets them participate, where 'White Nationalist' or even 'White Supremacist' would exclude them from the mainstream political discussion - as it has for decades.

Merely the fact that they couple their racism with a more coherent - though even more toxic - construct that includes a vicious misogyny and a strong bent towards tribal violence shouldn't allow them to re-brand themselves as something that belongs in American discourse.

I know - I've already lost this argument. But I'm going to continue to use terms like White Nationalist to describe them, because they shouldn't get that kind of ideological cover...


Nasreen agreed:

I agree with Mikey. Nazis shouldn't get cute nicknames.

I think the real problem is that these fuckers are such 'broad spectrum' bigots that one cannot simply walk into Mordor point out one aspect of their bigoted agenda. Play up the white supremacism, you might not adequately describe their misogyny, call out their misogyny, you might not adequately describe their anti-semitism...

What would be an adequate-yet-succinct descriptor for these creeps? Would 'Broad Spectrum Bigot' be a good, short label? How about 'Bigots Resisting Open Society', or B.R.O.S.? Alt-right is a bit twee, it conjures up the term alt-country, a music genre I like quite a bit. How should we encompass the totality of the horribleness of this movement?

Friday, August 26, 2016

Gotta Clean out the Auditory Canals

A couple of days ago, I made the mistake of listening to a new alt-right anthem, much to my dismay. In order to clean out my auditory nerves, I decided that a Gang of Four listening binge was in order. While in the midst of this binge, I found a great cover of Damaged Goods by a Chinese punk band:





Gotta love the bassist, she totally has that badass Dee Dee Ramone stance down pat, and she even has the same 'do as Dee Dee did. Finding this video almost makes listening to that horrible alt-right drivel worth it... but then I realize that, being a huge Gang of Four fan, I probably would have found it anyway.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Happy Centennial, National Park Service

I've been all over the place this week as far as the tone of my posts goes. Today, though, I'm posting something happy- the National Park Service turned one-hundred years old. Back when government was seen as a good thing, and government competence was embraced, large tracts of land with ecological or historic significance were set aside for the good of the public. These natural wonders weren't walled off to become plutocrats' playgrounds or corporate profit centers. Some things are too sacred to be owned by any one person, family, or company.

Back in 1993, I took two separate cross-country road trips, visiting various national parks on both occasions. We not only hit popular parks such as Yellowstone, Carlsbad Caverns, the Devil's Tower, and the Grand Canyon, but less developed parks such as Death Valley, the Petrified Forest, the Guadelupe Mountains, and (perhaps my favorite) Big Bend. Sadly, when we were in the area, Yosemite was inaccessible due to the amount of snow on the roads (Gullyfornya used to have snow back then).

The memories I have of the time we spent camping in the parks are precious... Drinking beer in the evening as a herd of javelinas overran the campsite, hiking through a shallow alkali pond at the bottom of Badwater Basin, watching the silhouette of the Devil's Tower become distinct as our eyes adjusted to the predawn darkness- those are adventures I will never forget.

While I haven't been 'out west' in a long time, I still make a habit out of visiting National Parks, such as the Gettysburg battle site, Grant's Tomb, and Ellis Island. These parks and monuments are something I will always value, because they are priceless. The very existence of the National Park Service is a testimony to the importance of good governance. Of course, there are libertarian cranks who wish to privatize the NPS, precisely because these areas are beyond compare. We can't let that such a theft happen, these natural wonders must be held in the public interest.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Che Orrore! Che Tristezza!

Today has been a bit of a downer- the earthquake which hit eastern Lazio, in Italy, and pretty much destroyed the village of Amatrice is upsetting. Those old buildings weren't designed to be earthquake resistant, which explains the extent of the destruction. The timing of the earthquake, after 3AM, was really bad- the poor sleeping victims of the quake were sitting ducks.

While I've never visited Amatrice, I have been to similar small villages in Italy, tiny towns where all the residents know each other, where turisti on the passeggiata stand out, but are taken in, and shown a hospitality that is second to none on earth. It's the sort of place celebrated in song, a place similar to the village which formed the values instilled in meby il nonno mio, my dad's dad, whose parents grew up in a town not dissimilar from Amatrice in most respects. The fact that the very beauty of the place, the quaint, antique architecture and the dramatic tectonics-produced mountain geography, combined to up the casualty count, is particularly horrific.

Il cuore mio is with the people of eastern Lazio and western Abruzzo tonight, and I need to send something to the NIAF for the relief effort. Bad as it was, the timing of the earthquake could have been even worse- a major pasta festival was scheduled for the coming weekend, which would have resulted in a large influx of visitors. In the meantime, I need to make myself some bucatina all'Amatriciana for dinner tomorrow, it's hard to grieve on an empty stomach.

I would be remiss if I didn't mention that Myanmar was also hit by an earthquake today- it's a part of the world that is often forgotten, but I'm not the kind of guy who likes to think that his admitted Western biases go unexamined.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Dope&Mean

A few years back, a study suggested that conservatives have larger amygdalae than liberals. The amygdala is involved in fear responses, suggesting that conservatives suffer from anxiety more than liberals do (they are also "carriers" of anxiety).

With the rise of Donald Trump as the new GOP standard bearer, I am starting to believe that conservatives have different brain chemistry as well, with their primary neurotransmitter being dope-and-mean.

Housekeeping note: I composed this post on my phone, and it's acting up when I'm trying to embed one last link... please pretend that I linked to an article about dopamine until I can edit this baby.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Cellar Serpent

People tend not to be 'lukewarm' about snakes, they either hate and fear them or love and cherish them. I am firmly in the latter camp. The idea of killing a snake, unless you are going to eat it, is repugnant to me. I dig the Ophidia.

Yesterday, while in the basement of the building which houses my office, I noticed a diminutive visitor:




This young Dekay's brown snake (Storeria dekayi), not to be confused with Australia's eastern brown snake (Pseudonaja textilis) which is venomous enough to kill Wyoming, was in very unfriendly surroundings- the cool, smooth basement tiles really aren't conducive to the health and happiness of an ectotherm which gets about in a legless fashion.

I was reluctant to pick up the snake, out of fear of harming it (gotta watch that grip strength), so I tried to coax the little thing to climb onto my hand... the snake's impulse was to try to take shelter under my hand. Our brown snakes are known as city snakes, they thrive in an urban environment, even one as congested as New York City, largely because they can shelter under all sorts of debris, including big, meaty hands.

I ended up picking up the snake, as gingerly as I could, and placed it outside in a nearby patch of Pachysandra. Before placing it in its new digs, I hastily snapped a picture, the quality of which is not so great due to my haste and the somewhat poor lighting:




I was careful to place the snake on the other side of the building from this fine critter, I really don't want my new friend getting eaten by one of my old friends.