Spring cleaning
I’m in the process of reviewing and renewing my blog, which means there are some things which aren’t working yet. Bear with me, please, as hopefully soon this will be a much nicer and easier blog to read and comment on. Cheers! :)
I’m in the process of reviewing and renewing my blog, which means there are some things which aren’t working yet. Bear with me, please, as hopefully soon this will be a much nicer and easier blog to read and comment on. Cheers! :)
Daughters of Mother Earth: The Wisdom of Native American Women, edited by Barbara Alice Mann, offers us a view of ecofeminism rooted in indigenous women’s teachings (one caveat: when I use “we,” I am recognizing that I, like the Whites being written about, am speaking from a position of social privilege which is and should…
or “Is the premise of The DaVinci Code really true?” Originally posted September 2004 Credits: For Lou, who asked first and made me decide for myself. Thanks also to Dan Brown, the author of The DaVinci Code (link leads to my review of the book). Short answer: Quite possibly, but we’ll never know for sure….
I’m trying to write more often — it’s way too easy for me to get into a no-writing slump and procrastinate on my dissertation proposal. Everything I’ve read on the process says any writing is better than none, so this is a collection of thoughts all tossed out for consideration. The first one, though, is…
There were a number of very nice “grace notes” in the story which I rather liked. The panel of Butterfly whispering her safeword, “Jamaica,” to the violent (and bad) dominant — after she’d killed him in self defense — was creepily elegant. I was unsurprised to see archaic crosses on his shirt, in fact; it…
…and now back to my comps essay book reviews! :) A more sweeping view of women throughout history, including both their loss of power and their struggle to both resist and reclaim it within the kyriarchy, is brilliantly demonstrated by English journalist, broadcaster, and social critic Rosalind Miles’ book Who Cooked the Last Supper? The…
I am become a connoisseur of mountains. ;) Most California mountains are sneaky. They slide under the roads and hillsides, laughing foggy breaths in the dusk and dawn at how well their shaggy disguises of grasses and trees work. You drive along innocently enough, occasionally noticing the clusters of rocky spines along their backs, but…