Rocky Road
Things are not going so well in Texas. The roof is leaking, the boy is behaving badly and the heat has been almost unbearable. At least we got to get away last week for a cool reprieve in southwestern Colorado. Here is a little picture tour of our trip:
After driving for most of the first day, we stopped at a beautiful campground in the San Juan National Forest called Haviland Lake.
We met some interesting folk at this site, including a scruffy old man who had worked as a host at a variety of campgrounds in the United States and was apparently continuing to live at them. Our puppy Copper liked to play with his grown collie. We also visited with a delightful young girl from California whose grandmother was building a house in the area. She drew a lovely picture of our chocolate lab for us (click for a better view).
We stayed around Durango and hiked for a while before heading up the San Juan Skyway to the historic mining town of Silverton.
We continued on the Million Dollar Highway through the treacherous Red Mountain Pass to Ouray, known as the “Switzerland of America.” Finally, we took this scenic back-road called Last Dollar Road to the popular village of Telluride.
We camped for the night at Matterhorn in the Uncompahgre National Forest. We packed up the next day and walked along the San Miguel River in the Ilium Valley near the Galloping Goose Trail.
The highlight of our trip was when we hiked the Cross Mountain Trail in Lizard Head Wilderness. Even Copper enjoyed the challenging altitudes.
After some lengthy exploration by car (i.e., we got lost due to poor planning and a directionally-challenged GPS system), we headed south to camp at Mesa Verde National Park.
Here we encountered a fun family of four who were traveling the same way as us. Since pets were not allowed on the paths near the cliff dwellings, however, we left for some more “car exploration” (see above). After visiting Vallecito Lake to the east and discovering that most campgrounds were full due to the 4th of July holiday, we headed back north to stay at Ridgway State Park for two nights.
I met a couple little sisters who were convinced that Hannah Montana was staying there too. We never spotted her, but we did see some elk on our hikes around the reservoir. This is also where Copper learned how to swim for the first time
We drove home by an alternative route through charming Pagosa Springs and Taos, New Mexico. Quite unexpectedly, we came upon the Rio Grande Gorge and its landmark bridge.
All in all, this was a fabulous adventure. Now I am off to visit family and friends for a week. I sure am going to miss my maturing pup while I am gone.
FolkRockGirl Feminism
As promised in my previous post on sexism, I am going to share my “feminine manifesto” or a short primer on how to succeed as a woman in our post-feminist society. Of course, this is largely theoretical and tongue-in-cheek, so I expect to have my ideas challenged.
1. Do not wear a pantsuit
(unless, of course, you want to)
As much as I love androgyny and the bold trouser style of the 1920s, the modern pantsuit is worn more as an imitation of the professional man’s attire so as to camouflage the woman’s femininity. We foolishly believe that we will be taken more seriously if we dress manly or asexual. First of all, men will NEVER view women as male no matter how much we mimic their dress code. Moreover, why should we? I do not want to be seen as a man nor do I need to copy the fashion they have established for themselves. Second, if a guy is inclined to objectify females sexually, then he will do that regardless of what we wear. And further, if our clothing distracts him from his work, then that is his weakness to bear not ours. Finally, do you think men wake up in the morning and say to themselves “how can I make myself look less masculine and less sexual for the office today?” No, and we should likewise adorn ourselves however we see fit as long as it is suitable for the job…whether you are an Audrey or a Kate.
2. Do not be afraid to show emotions
(notwithstanding Hillary’s recent display of tears)
One of the biggest gender myths is that females are more emotional than males. As a result, women in the workplace try to imitate the calm, cool and collected stereotype of men so as not to be seen as weak. However, this usually succeeds in making us appear as stone cold bitches. What people fail to notice is that males are extremely emotional beings in all areas of life. In the corporate world, I have witnessed executive men scream at each other, shake their fists in the air, get red-faced with excitement and even cry in frustration or jubilation. Perhaps it is acceptable for them to show this kind of vulnerability regarding their work or sports, but make no mistake that these feelings are quite common everywhere. There are some who will use sexist terms such as “wussy” to describe this behavior, but it is equally male in origin. Thus, if a guy thinks your displays of passion are too “girly,” then that is his shortcoming and he will view women as the weaker sex regardless of how we present ourselves. So, as stated above, we should just be true to ourselves and show whatever range of emotions are appropriate for the situation…whether you are the no-nonsense pragmatic type or creative and expressive.
3. Be a queen, princess and/or coquette
(I am probably going to get in trouble for this one)
Women have much more power in this world than most of us realize. We have enormous influence as mothers, sisters, daughters, wives, girlfriends and so on. In general, we are known for our strong communication skills, organizational abilities and strengths in multi-tasking. For many generations and in various cultures, we have run households and managed large groups of people with authority and compassion. All of which are essential attributes for success in business and government. Males have come to rely on females in many social contexts and we need to be able to translate that confidence and leadership to public roles. I think this will occur when women start acting more like themselves, with all of their natural talents, and less like a Woman King. As mentioned before, men will NEVER see us as male regardless of how we act, nor should we want them to. They will, however, view females as one of the above archetypes and we should therefore feel free to capitalize on our innate persuasion. Depending on the circumstance, I think it is entirely appropriate for a woman to take on the role of a nurturing maternal figure, a high-maintenance neophyte or a sexual/playful creature. Some such famous women come to mind: Cleopatra, Margaret Thatcher, Princess Diana and Madonna.
In conclusion, I believe women will be able to break through the glass ceiling once and for all by setting themselves apart from men rather than trying to blend in. Perhaps because we have had so few female role models in higher office, we default to conventional male characteristics in order to be seen as credible leaders. I am not even sure if society expects that of us. I think we will have a greater impact by establishing our own identity as rulers which highlights our unique competencies.
My mom once gave me some sage advice that neither of us were ever able to follow: Learn how to do everything, but never let them know…
On Sexism
There has been a lot of discussion lately on gender and race with regards to the current presidential campaign. While there are no doubt many other factors at play, to deny that racism and sexism influence opinion in this country is incredibly naive. Sure, there are times when the race or gender cards are played sharkily, but in most cases the suites are correct. Being a 30-something female who has lived and worked in a variety of different settings, I can sadly say that inequity is still very much a part of our world.
Like many other girls of the X-generation, I grew up with what seemed to be all the opportunities of my male counterparts. I appeared to be treated equally by my teachers and mentors and, with the exception of sports, was allowed to compete with boys in all activities and excel in my own right. There were strong women in my life who showed me anything was possible and elders who reminded me of the struggles of those who came before. Nevertheless, I recall never relating to modern feminism (as opposed to the civil rights sentiment born out of the early suffrage movement) because it felt like it had turned negative and cynical. As you know, young people respond more favorably to messages of hope and all evidence in my microcosm pointed to an optimistic future.
I see a lot of parallels with the youth today who believe that these issues are no longer relevant…that we have successfully moved beyond our fractured past and all is copasetic. Like myself at their age, many of them have simply not been exposed to the harsh realities yet. While society has shown remarkable advancement on the surface for women and African Americans, centuries of oppression eventually reveal themselves when you step outside of the liberty shelter. I think the shroud was beginning to be lifted from my eyes somewhere around my 25th year. For one, I had moved back to the South after spending two decades in progressive California only to find that not much had changed with regards to prejudice since the 1970s. Sure the laws were different, the language more careful and faith-based groups were attempting to be inclusive, but the results of underlying separateness was still very apparent (for all types of disenfranchised people).
The other development that led to my demystification was moving into my mid-career in a male dominated profession. I never had any problems climbing the ladder of success alongside or ahead of other men in the industry. I also very much enjoyed working with them (still do) and felt I was being adequately recognized for my achievements. The difference was that the closer I came to leadership roles, the fewer women remained. Moreover, the males holding the top positions were frequently less capable or experienced than the females who were primed for the job. As a result, these men often felt threatened and were more inclined to steal ideas or take undeserved credit in order to maintain their status. To be fair, though, this is a character issue and not a gender one. But since women tend to be impeded from reaching these high levels, they are more often on the receiving end of this behavior with little recourse.
There are many possible reasons for why women have not been able to completely break through the glass ceilings in business and politics, but not all of them are sexist. Men dominate most sectors by virtue of our history and therefore most policies and practices were designed by them. Thus, the environment favors their advancement while creating an invisible barrier to entry for newcomers (namely females or men who are not part of the establishment). It is human nature, I suppose, for anyone to want to hold on to their privileges and form networks that benefit them. This camaraderie, however, promotes a culture that gives free passes to some while excluding certain high performers from upward mobility.
As Hillary has shown, it is not a lack of ability or ambition or assertiveness that is preventing females from negotiating equal pay and opportunity. Stay tuned for a more interesting post on what I believe women are doing wrong and how they can advance further in this society.
Cement Man
This is dedicated to my new reader, baran…
I feel in a hole
He is a quick sand
Fill me whole
With layered sediment
My Cement Man
See me lament
Your hard hands
These twisted sentiments
I pull and roll
Sink and shrink
Flail around
Jump high jinks
Still Cement Man
You weigh me down
As much as can
From bottom to crown
Oldies Are Goodies
I don’t know where I was for most of 2006/2007, but I somehow missed out on a few great albums released during that time. First was my late discovery of Sibylle Baier, which is understandable considering how obscure she is, but still that never stopped me before.
And now is my obsession with These Four Walls from fellow South Dakotan Shawn Colvin. It is such a solid record, in both song craft and production, that I listened to it 5 times through after first purchasing it. Shawn hasn’t received that much attention since her Grammy-winning “Sunny Came Home” from A Few Small Repairs in 1996, but her follow-up albums have been steadily improving.
I feel the same way about Suzannne Vega. Nine Objects Of Desire is a perfect piece of work that should have also received a Grammy Award in 1997/1998. Plus, Vega’s latest release Beauty & Crime (another one I was late to listen to) is pure genius.
But back to Shawn Colvin; I was caught unaware by her cover of “Even Here We Are,” which I first heard many years ago as a Patty Griffin bootleg. Turns out it was written by Paul Westerberg of The Replacements! What is wrong with me? I should have already knew that. I can’t neglect my love of great music again. It is what keeps my soul singing.
You can listen to most of the songs on Shawn Colvin’s These Four Walls from this awesome live performance in Amsterdam.
Baby Jesus
I have been dreaming about just two things every night - puppies and politics. Puppies because we are thinking about getting a new critter and have visited several shelters recently. I am wanting a big dog, probably a retriever of some sort, to play and protect. I would even go as large as a Bullmastiff or Great Dane if it was realistic. Maybe name him Marmaduke. I wonder what that says about me. That size matters? Actually, I am kind of falling in love with this breed:
We met an interesting lady who may be able to find us a chocolate Labrador instead. She is a dog show exhibitor originally from Scotland who owns more than a dozen canines. Her love of animals led to two major accidents in her life. One was when a horse fell on her during a competition, leaving her as a paraplegic and cutting short her training as a vet at the University in Edinburgh. Next was when a drunk driver hit her while she was on her way to a dog show in the states, shattering her pelvis but leaving the caged pups unharmed. Amazingly, she learned to walk again and was standing before us sharing her inspiring story and giving us pet advice. Times like these make me wonder what God has in store for us all.
Speaking of religion, I had a strange dream last night involving politics and Baby Jesus. Or rather, politics as Baby Jesus. More specifically, Obama as Baby Jesus. Yes, you read me right. At the expense of further alienating my readers (who tend to be young male techies or indy music lovers, which we all know equals Barack supporters), I will share my sleepy satire. Okay, maybe not. The dream made much more sense when I was slumbering. Something about how Democrats are viewing Obama as a young Messiah or one of those plastic babies you find in a King cake. I know, the people I tried to explain this to in my dream did not get it either. But when I woke up, I realized just how much wonderful humor is out there about Baby Jesus. Here is one of my favorites:
So if Barack Obama is Baby Jesus, does that make Hillary Clinton the often misportrayed Mary Magdalene? I am no Christian, but this analogy may hold some merit. George W. Bush was viewed as a Baby Jesus archetype by his followers, which eventually hoisted him to his high chair and kept him unaccountable. I think blind faith (the belief, not the English rock band, though I would love to see them reunite for a convention concert) will also get Barack to the White House. I am fairly confident, however, that he will do a much better job than Judas. I am starting to think that being popular and well-liked (or someone you can have a beer with as Bush was described in comparison to Al Gore) are not bad qualities to have in a nominee. I hope to see more than just that as a President, however. Unfortunately, Hillary could solve world hunger and still be criticized for her choice in food. I am not sure why this is, but I believe it has something to do with the Baby Jesus complex. That is probably why a number of DNC members are switching to the “winning” candidate. I do not really have a preference anymore, but feel compelled to point out that there are no saints in politics.
I was going to make an April Fools’ joke yesterday and say that I am voting for John McCain now because of his über cool daughter Meghan, but did not think I could pull it off with all the other pranks swirling around the Internet(s). Plus, I think it is time I cool off on the political speak. For those of you who are sick of wading through my long babbles just to find free MP3s, you can cut to the chase by visiting my del.icio.us downloads.
Mac Or HC
It appears that Hillary Clinton is suffering from a public perception problem. Sure, some of the opinions about her may be true, but the battle with Barack Obama can be entirely summed up by Apple’s Get a Mac campaign.
Hillary cannot seem to shake the cranky old betch label representative of corporate establishments like Microsoft, even though both have clearly had a huge impact on how we operate in the world today. Barack, on the other hand, continues to be perceived as the darling Macintosh who can do no wrong, with equally enthusiastic supporters as his computer counterpart.
Being that I am a lover of technological innovation and even have a similar star chart as Obama, I can definitely get behind his visionary appeal. But after I have gleefully played with my iPod and iTunes and iWhatever, it is the business productivity of PC products that gets the job done. Can America resist the shiny new object that is BarMac? Probably not. But if you think that Apple is not also part of the elite, then you are largely mistaken. They just have a better marketing campaign.
[In case you were wondering, Ron Paul is Linux in this scenario.]
Four For Fore
I have had a variety of topics swirling around in my head lately, so I will highlight those that are most current for your counter-enjoyment.
On Music:
I am a bit tardy in discovering the joy that is Sibylle Baier - an obscure folk artist whose home recordings from the early 70s were released by her son in 2006. I am inspired not only by her eloquent songwriting, but also by the timeliness of her work and late popularity. I remember when I was more prolific and would imagine sharing my music with only my spouse and children. I think we write differently when our sole motivation is to express ourselves intimately.
On Politics:
I went to see Hillary Clinton speak at a rally in El Paso on Tuesday (the first leg of her Texas tour). She was brief and slightly hoarse, but powerful in her assertions despite a difficult night of campaigning. The mostly Hispanic crowd welcomed her warmly and with enthusiasm. Even those who claimed to not be voting for her in the primary election, brought their children there just to witness this “living legend.”
While I am not ready to endorse a candidate just yet, it is apparent that Hillary has the chops to run a country. More so, I should say, than anyone we have seen in a long time. I am not saying that I love her or even trust her more than other politicians, just that she has weathered some of the worst storms and is still standing. Even if she is an opportunist, as some have suggested, she will no doubt use her ambition to fight for our mutual success.
Nevertheless, I have said before that we will probably have a black president before we ever have a female one. I hate to make this about race or gender, but prejudice against women has been around much longer than difference in color. Also, the United States, for all of its proposed liberties, has lagged behind many countries in recognizing females as leaders and warriors. Thus, it irks me when I hear other women say they worry about the ability of a female president to influence other nations. How can we ever begin to change the world when we are hindered from doing so?
Barack Obama’s lead at the moment reminds me of what we see in the business world all the time. An intelligent woman can work hard in a company for many years proving herself, only to have a young and inexperienced college grad be handed the bigger office. I like Barack, though, and predicted as early as 2004 that he would be our next president. My only problem with him is that I had hoped his freshness on the scene would allow him to step outside the proverbial Washington box, but he appears to be using the same tactics as all the rest. He is no doubt inspirational and motivational, but can he manage the intricacies of our affairs? I think if we could combine Barack’s charismatic leadership with the road-tested savvy of Hilary (or Kathleen Sebelius), we would have one formidable character.
[Aside: Yay for Kosovo's Independence!]
On Technology:
I really like the new Yahoo! Video. I am tempted to delete my YouTube account in favor of it, but there are not enough users and support yet. Now all Yahoo needs to do is acquire WordPress and Twitter to successfully thwart Microsoft’s attack. I hope Yahoo will not get desperate enough to align themselves with Rupert Murdoch’s News Corp (owners of such monstrosities as MySpace and Fox News) as is being reported. I still have faith in this “little” Internet company that survived the dot-com bubble burst.
Speaking of video, I find the whole Blu-ray victory to be rather disconcerting. It is not that I prefer HD DVD or even own any high definition products for that matter. Rather, it appears that Blu-ray won the format war based on choices made by a powerful corporation(s) rather than consumers. However, I guess it was Sony’s turn to finally champion a standard after so many failed attempts (recall Betamax, Atrac and other obsolete proprietary technologies). At least this resolution will move the Industry forward in ways that will ultimately benefit the market. That is, until another format becomes available.
[Update: Best Buy may finally get what is coming to them (recall my complaint about Geek Squad). It appears that a woman is suing them for $54 million because they lost her laptop.]
On Valentine’s:
For someone who is not a big fan of Heart’s Day, I had a very nice one. A romantic dinner with awesome gifts capped the occasion. Our real celebration began a few days earlier with a hike and campfire at Three Rivers, New Mexico. You can read more about the trip at my photolog.
Teeter-Totter
I am in one of those moods today…the “under these clouds” ethos for which this journal was anointed. It is a potent elixir of both positive and negative feelings. A type of nostalgia mixed with yearning that is pleasantly unpleasant. A loneliness that is not alone and a connection that is somehow separate. I bet if I checked I would find that Mercury is in retrograde or something.
There are times when I wish I could more openly discuss myself…my sexuality, my emotionality, my story if there really is one to tell. You know the one, where the girl is lost and then found again in an endless seesaw of orphanage. But I suppose I do not have a voice for that yet or the willingness to express myself literally.
Deb Talan - Tell Your Story Walking
I know I should probably write about my holidays, but I will leave that for the boy to document. You can see from the photos, however, that we spent a lovely time with his family in Austin and San Antonio. Later, we drove to Las Vegas where I won a small sum and then we returned home in a storm. Thus is my excuse for not giving any blog affection sooner.
As for New Year’s resolutions, I will just say that mine involve improving on my physical and mental health so I can better conquer the world! I also wanted to put together a list of my favorite songs in 2007, but until then you can enjoy the Über Music Search I am working on ![]()


























