...sailors' delight. Or something like that. It was pretty anyway, and the camera really didn't do it justice. This is what the sunset looked like here tonight just after the sun dropped below the horizon.
Oh, by the way, more accurate experiments on dog color vision indicate that the Alsatian you mention should have no trouble distinguishing red from blue. It's green from yellow from orange that he may not be able to separate.
Sniff around for that fox, then. I haven't heard her since Wednesday night.
BTW, I have Le Guin's The Birthday of the World in my bag now and will read that story over the weekend. I'm sure I've read it before, but I don't remember it yet (probably will when I start reading.)
Its an interesting story, as they all are. "Birthday Of The World" is one of those rare anthologies where there is no "b side" stories. They're all good.
The Seggri story has a pretty blatant sociological idea behind it, but its executed with such art you don't notice much. It was the story that made me think about it for a long time after in the book.
OK, read it. I don't think I'd ever read it before though.
It revolves around some of the same concepts as Tepper's novel, The Gate to Women's Country, but viewed from a different direction. Gender role is an important issue in much of both authors' writing.
As for any possibility of my fitting in, I'm afraid that in the traditional society of Seggri I'd have been dead very young. In Tepper's culture, it seems there might be a place for me. I've been a rebel against rigid gender roles all my life.
Well, yes, you do sometimes step out of the American male role nicely enough. You can cook, for instance, and no doubt can handle the grocery shopping too. Most men are totally lost there.
That always baffled me. The cooking/eating thing. Would Clint Eastwood's characters shy away from getting food and cooking it? Would Rambo get a woman to find him food? Would John Wayne...wait, John Wayne was an ass, but at least Jimmy Stewart could make a great soup commercial. ^_^
I like what I like, so I've learned to make it the way I like it. Fortunetly others seem to enjoy it too, can't ask for more.
I imagine Clint Eastwood or Rambo going into some diner and being crude to the waitress, actually. (If the place had a waiter instead of a waitress, they'd probably behave even worse.) So, I suspect, would most American males, only instead of being bothered by it, they'd think it was great.
Jimmy Stewart was a much more civilized man.
I still maintain that the vast majority of American males have no idea how to select, purchase, or prepare food beyond "stick the frozen plastic thingie into the microwave" or "stop at the fast food place and order a greaseball with fries." Their first expectation about getting married (other than sex, of course) is that someone else will feed them, just like their mother did.
*Jimmy Stewart shows up, beats John Waynes ass first of all, "Y-y-you hid in MGM while men, real men! Fought the Nazis! Your no, tough guy!" *John Wayne whines to Nixon* Then Jimmy drags a gen Y type by the scruff out behind the barn. "L-look! Its meat, you want to eat some?" The kid goes @.@ at the steaming carcass of something he can't identify and certinaly doesn't look like the shiny plastic packages with red stuff inside he normally sees with his mom at the supermarket* "Go ahead, cook it! Make it edible!" *the kid heaves* "O-oh now you don't like meat!" *
Okay, not your usual idea of what Jimmy Stewart would be like but, hey...tough love.
No, not my idea of Jimmy Stewart at all. He'd find much more elegant ways of dealing with the problem. In John Wayne's case, perhaps suddenly an official honorable discharge would be needed in order to get something the "big duke" wanted.
As for the Gen Y and the dead stuff, well, I imagine Stewart just shrugging and handing them a carrot. "Here, eat this. You don't even have to learn to cook it."
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Date: 2008-03-14 08:48 pm (UTC)of the horses even.
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Date: 2008-03-14 09:05 pm (UTC)BTW, I have Le Guin's The Birthday of the World in my bag now and will read that story over the weekend. I'm sure I've read it before, but I don't remember it yet (probably will when I start reading.)
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Date: 2008-03-14 10:44 pm (UTC)"Birthday Of The World" is one of those
rare anthologies where there is no "b side"
stories. They're all good.
The Seggri story has a pretty blatant sociological
idea behind it, but its executed with such
art you don't notice much. It was the story
that made me think about it for a long time
after in the book.
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Date: 2008-03-16 11:35 am (UTC)It revolves around some of the same concepts as Tepper's novel, The Gate to Women's Country, but viewed from a different direction. Gender role is an important issue in much of both authors' writing.
As for any possibility of my fitting in, I'm afraid that in the traditional society of Seggri I'd have been dead very young. In Tepper's culture, it seems there might be a place for me. I've been a rebel against rigid gender roles all my life.
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Date: 2008-03-16 10:23 pm (UTC)but most likely been one of the Revolutionaries.
As for Tepper's novel, I'll have to find it and
read it.
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Date: 2008-03-17 01:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-18 01:14 pm (UTC)thing. Would Clint Eastwood's characters
shy away from getting food and cooking it?
Would Rambo get a woman to find him food?
Would John Wayne...wait, John Wayne was an
ass, but at least Jimmy Stewart could make
a great soup commercial. ^_^
I like what I like, so I've learned to make
it the way I like it. Fortunetly others seem
to enjoy it too, can't ask for more.
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Date: 2008-03-18 02:48 pm (UTC)Jimmy Stewart was a much more civilized man.
I still maintain that the vast majority of American males have no idea how to select, purchase, or prepare food beyond "stick the frozen plastic thingie into the microwave" or "stop at the fast food place and order a greaseball with fries." Their first expectation about getting married (other than sex, of course) is that someone else will feed them, just like their mother did.
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Date: 2008-03-18 03:27 pm (UTC)But Jimmy would set them straight.
*Jimmy Stewart shows up, beats John Waynes
ass first of all, "Y-y-you hid in MGM while
men, real men! Fought the Nazis! Your no,
tough guy!" *John Wayne whines to Nixon*
Then Jimmy drags a gen Y type by the scruff
out behind the barn. "L-look! Its meat, you
want to eat some?" The kid goes @.@ at the
steaming carcass of something he can't identify
and certinaly doesn't look like the shiny
plastic packages with red stuff inside he
normally sees with his mom at the supermarket*
"Go ahead, cook it! Make it edible!" *the
kid heaves* "O-oh now you don't like meat!"
*
Okay, not your usual idea of what Jimmy
Stewart would be like but, hey...tough
love.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETxJUw_keW4
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Date: 2008-03-18 03:39 pm (UTC)As for the Gen Y and the dead stuff, well, I imagine Stewart just shrugging and handing them a carrot. "Here, eat this. You don't even have to learn to cook it."
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Date: 2008-03-18 04:34 pm (UTC)far from the truth.
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Date: 2008-03-29 04:37 am (UTC)