One clear message from our experience is that "saving the rainforest" is about relationships. The network of species depends, in large part, on our capacity not only to respect plants and animals, but also to relate to other human beings.
Relating to the Fang was not always easy. When my patience gave way, I found that swearing in English (nobody knew English) could be pretty satisfying. There were some things I just wouldn't eat, and I knew it was insulting to refuse. I don't even know all the ways I insulted them. And they had no idea how much it hurt me when they ate our cat.... Looking back, there was ample warning: "Gee, your cat's getting big. Got a lot of meat on him." "Hmmm. That cat would make a good soup." We need to learn how to speak to these strange cat-eaters.
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Tanks could crunch grass and other vegetation, knock down dunes and kick up sandstorms, said Ken Nagy, who teaches about deserts at the University of California at Los Angeles. "Plants and animals there are already living on the edge," he said, "and this insult could be enough to push them over the edge."
Three weeks after arriving on the job, [NEA Chairman John Frohnmayer] met with senior staff for the first time, in a crisis over another inflammatory exhibition funded by the NEA. "Against Our Vanishing" was scheduled to open at New York's Artists Space in two weeks. Ostensibly a protest against society's indifference to AIDS, it included nudity, but, even worse, the catalog contained desperately crude ravings by an artist who would soon die of AIDS. "At least in my ungoverned imagination," wrote David Wojnarowitz, "I can f*** somebody without a rubber on, or I can in the privacy of my own skull douse [Jesse] Helms with a bucket of gasoline and set his putrid ass on fire or throw [archconservative] Rep. William Dannemeyer off the Empire State Building." As approved the previous year, the gallery's grant application had promised a show dealing with "sexual dependency ... in the work of contemporary artists." The catalog, it said, would include essays by art critics.
Because the exhibition did not match what was described in the application, the endowment tried to retrieve its grant money and to remove its name as a sponsor from the catalog. Artists Space refused; its only concession was to change a reference to New York's Cardinal Joseph O'Connor in Wojnarowitz's diatribe from "a fat f***ing cannibal" to "a fat cannibal."
[Writing About Witches] will focus on the politics of witchcraft; we will consider why it is that writing about witches almost always springs from the fear, hatred, or persecution of a type of individual or group, and why writing about witchcraft is also writing about power: supernatural power, divine power, the power of the Church, the power of the mind.
Then an EPA official called the treatment plant's chief operator, saying that the district had neglected to set limits on ammonia. Barlow says that although guidelines on ammonia in effluent were enacted in 1986, no such limitation had been mentioned during the negotiations.
The EPA then added that if Paris officials could provide sufficient data to prove that water in the river where the waste is discharged is colder in winter than in summer, seasonal limits could be written into the license—cold water absorbs more ammonia than warm water.
Barlow reported the comment about cold water to town trustees, adding that the EPA was welcome to come to Paris and walk on the ice-covered river to check water temperatures.
In these times of economic woe, the bandleaders of the advertising world are trying to find new ways to seduce customers into spending their money.
A report by American Demographics magazine says psychographic marketing techniques helped marketers of a roach spray discover that the reason low income women in the Southern U.S. were the heaviest users of roach spray was that a lot of their feelings about the roach were very similar to the feelings they had for the men in their lives.
The roach, like the men in their lives, only came around when he wanted food. The act of spraying roaches and seeing them die was satisfying to this frustrated, powerless group.
San Diego police are investigating 50 unusually savage assaults that they liken to New York City's notorious "wilding" attacks, perpetuated by youthful robbers for the sake of committing violence.
Police said the young attackers are black and their victims, 46 men and four women, are white. The victims were attacked in the Hillcrest and North Park neighborhoods.
There is no evidence they are hate crimes, Detective Steve Baker said.
Despite these formidable obstacles, Faludi reported that she recently gave a forceful speech at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington. "My voice got surer, my delivery rising. A charge passed between me and the audience, uniting and igniting us both."
[Jane] Fonda is rapping on about menopause. "You know where I had my first hot flash?" she asks, sounding excited. "At the Acropolis. During the sound and light show. I'm not kidding.
"It was last year. Ted and I were sailing with another couple around some of the islands. We arrived in Athens. My moods had been very erratic. And Ted said to me, 'Honey, do you suppose this is menopausal?' And I thought, Nooo! Two days later, we were sitting at night looking at the show at the Acropolis. I started feeling this kind of burning tingling all down my fingers and chest, and ... it was such a kick that Ted had known what was going on with me and I hadn't." ...
Though she is wildly chatty, almost embarrassingly so, on the subject of estrogen-replacement therapy—"it stops the biological clock a bit in terms of vaginal lubrication and things like that"—certain topics are verboten.
No matter who did it to her—and even if she did it to herself. Her condition was clearly the expression of some crime against her, some tremendous violence, some great violation that challenges comprehension. And it is this much that I grieve about. The rest of the story is lost, or irrelevant in the worst of all possible ways.