Sunday Reads: Cat’s Ass; Giraffe’s Ass
Posted: February 26, 2017 Filed under: morning reads, open thread
Exact definition of the phrase, “You have a face that looks like a cat’s ass!”
Mona had this image above shared on her Facebook yesterday, I don’t know where she found it but isn’t it a beauty!
Ass. I’ve been looking at a lot of ass lately.
I think I’ve spent more time the last few days looking deeply into a giraffe’s ass than I have looked into any animal’s backside in my entire lifetime.
That is the live feed for the Animal Adventures Park in upstate New York, where their pregnant giraffe April has been in labor for the past 4 or 5 days…from the zoo’s facebook page:
So many people world wide have been tuning in to see April stand around and eat…especially those of us here in the US…I think it reflects the state of the tRump situation we are in; people are willing, no…preferring to flip to a live feed via YouTube and stay glued to their little phone screens for hours watching a giraffe’s ass to escape the disaster, chaos driven, hatefulness that is parading around as our current Administration. For April’s ass, yeah…I am using a cooch of an expecting giraffe here, has become the symbol of hope for America. The one pussy tRump wouldn’t be caught dead grabbing! Folks are embracing this emblem of Giraffa camelopardalis motherhood as a figurehead of a new Columbia for America. I’m not kidding…think about it.
April, a giraffe…a creature not native to America…but here she is…in labor, on live TV. Everyone is focused on her crotch. Giving birth completely controlled, however at the same time, giving hope as well. Is it the Handmaid’s Tale, honest animal conservation or Alex Haley’s Queen.
Yet, let us take it one step further….the giraffe’s name. April. She has to have one of the most generic of American girl names, something as close to “Fern” as one can get in terms of type-casting someone who would work at a dairy queen. (Movie quote from the film Baby Boom, when JC articulates the reason she could not give up the baby girl she inherited up for adoption.)
I just couldn’t hand her to a woman that calls her husband sir, it gave me the chills, her life flashed before my eyes and then suddenly I saw her with frosty pink lipstick wearing a dairy queen uniform.
This giraffe represents everyone!
Okay…now for some links. Because it is Sunday, and I am avoiding tRumpelforeskin as much as possible, the articles are obviously sans tRump. They will also be in dump format because I must make the rest of this post quick. On a side note, images are from women in Navy recruitment posters. My daughter…if everything goes as planned, will be swearing in on Tuesday. She is enlisting in the US Navy. I am very proud of her. I can’t believe I will be a Navy Mama. This is a huge step for her and I support her decision and think she is tough as hell to be joining the Navy.
The first few links are on the latest literary find:
Walt Whitman’s lost novel The Life and Adventures of Jack Engle found | Books | The Guardian
Lost Walt Whitman Novel Discovered By Grad Student : The Two-Way : NPR
Whitman’s Secret Novel
…some hotshot grad student has tracked down Life and Adventures of Jack Engle, a swashbuckling mystery novel by one Walt Whitman, who published it without credit in New York’s Sunday Dispatch circa 1852. The novel, as Jennifer Schuessler writes, boasts “antic twists, goofy names, and suddenly revealed conspiracies,” but it’s at its best when its hero loses the plot and pauses for some Leaves of Grass–style musing: “Jack enters the cemetery at Trinity Church in Lower Manhattan, and the madcap plot grinds to a halt in favor of reveries about nature, immortality and the oneness of being that strikingly echo the imagery of Whitman’s great work. ‘Long, rank grass covered my face,’ says Jack, the first-person narrator. ‘Over me was the verdure, touched with brown, of trees nourished from the decay of the bodies of men.’ Jack wanders among those bodies of men, copying out the inscriptions of the tombstones of Alexander Hamilton, the War of 1812 hero Capt. James Lawrence (of ‘Don’t give up the ship!’ fame) and other lost lives. Then, he exits onto the streets, where ‘onward rolled the broad, bright current’—and quickly and rather indifferently wraps up his own story.”
In a Walt Whitman Novel, Lost for 165 Years, Clues to ‘Leaves of Grass’ – The New York Times
Readers who picked up The New York Times on March 13, 1852, might have seen a small advertisement on Page 3 for a serial tale set to begin the next day in a rival newspaper.
“A RICH REVELATION,” the ad began, teasing a rollicking story touching on “the Manners and Morals of Boarding Houses, some Scenes from Church History, Operations in Wall-st.,” and “graphic Sketches of Men and Women” (presented, fear not, with “explanations necessary to properly understand what it is all about”).
It was a less than tantalizing brew, perhaps. The story, which was never reviewed or reprinted, appears to have sunk like a stone.
But now comes another rich revelation: The anonymously published tale was nothing less than a complete novel by Walt Whitman.
The 36,000-word “Life and Adventures of Jack Engle,” which was discovered last summer by a graduate student, is being republished online on Monday by The Walt Whitman Quarterly Review and in book form by the University of Iowa Press. A quasi-Dickensian tale of an orphan’s adventures, it features a villainous lawyer, virtuous Quakers, glad-handing politicians, a sultry Spanish dancer and more than a few unlikely plot twists and jarring narrative shifts.
“This is Whitman’s take on the city mystery novel, a popular genre of the day that pitted the ‘upper 10 thousand’ — what we would call the 1 percent — against the lower million,” said David S. Reynolds, a Whitman expert at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York.
Here is the book online: Walt Whitman Quarterly Review | Vol 34 | No. 3
And here is the book for sale: Life and Adventures of Jack Engle | University of Iowa Press
Sticking with books…here is an interesting one, check out this review: A Railroad Runs Through a Tale of Two Kenyas – NYTimes.com
More stories for you this Sunday afternoon.
Where were all the women in the Stone Age?
Were there any women around in the Palaeolithic Era? If popular culture is any guide you’d think not. And even archaeology itself has a long way to go to address a deeply ingrained bias towards men.
It’s obvious that without women Homo sapiens could hardly be here today. But our cultural imaginings of the Palaeolithic evoke images of ‘man the hunter’ or ‘man the tool maker’ because that’s how our evolution has largely been portrayed by scientists and artists (with a few notable exceptions).
Crouched Medieval Burials Found in Siberia – Archaeology Magazine
Countries the U.S. Lags Behind Regarding Transgender Rights | The Mary Sue
Depression Leading Cause Of Disability, More Likely To Affect Women, WHO Reports : HEALTH : Tech Times
How We Read Emotions Is Linked To How Our Eyes See: Study : HEALTH : Tech Times
Chaco dynasty in Pueblo Bonito: DNA evidence proves a maternal dynasty existed in North America 1,200 years ago — Quartz
An ancient North American dynasty ruling parts of the what is now the southwestern US 1,200 years ago used to only pass its power to elites born from powerful women, according to new DNA evidence.
In a paper published in the journal Nature Communications on Feb. 21., scientists reported work done on DNA material from buried skeletons discovered at Pueblo Bonito, an archaeological ruin in Chaco Canyon, in northern New Mexico. The building was one of the “great houses” of the Chaco society; its 650 rooms housed hundreds of Chacoans over a 330-year dynasty starting in 800 CE.
The complexity of the colossal architecture reflects how advanced the Chaco society—part of the larger Ancestral Puebloan civilization—was.
I hope you enjoy those reads…now just because I chose to avoid tRump does not mean you don’t have to avoid him in the comments. Post links to whatever you want, it is an open thread.