Woman Fired for Coffins Photo

A military contractor has fired Tami Silicio, a Kuwait-based cargo worker whose photograph of flag-draped coffins of fallen U.S. soldiers was published in Sunday’s edition of The Seattle Times.

Silicio was let go yesterday for violating U.S. government and company regulations, said William Silva, president of Maytag Aircraft, the contractor that employed Silicio at Kuwait International Airport.

“I feel like I was hit in the chest with a steel bar and got my wind knocked out. I have to admit I liked my job, and I liked what I did,” Silicio said.

Her photograph, taken earlier this month, shows more than 20 flag-draped coffins in a cargo plane about to depart from Kuwait. Since 1991, the Pentagon has banned the media from taking pictures of caskets being returned to the United States.

flag-draped coffins into infinityThere is something horribly wrong with this. Bodies come home on cargo flights and are scheduled to arrive at odd hours, in order to avoid media coverage. Wounded also come home at odd hours, ditto to avoid media coverage. This photo deserves to be seen by people everywhere. The caption reads: “The photographer said she hoped the image would help families understand the care with which fallen soldiers are returned home.” Well, families and everyone else will also understand that people are coming home from Iraq in aluminum crates, wrapped in flags and figuratively draped in patriotic drag. This doesn’t look like care and respect – it looks like a whole lot of dead cargo stretching into infinity.

Peeves

I went to Ask Peeves today and found that my work firewall won’t let me access the site, probably because it has naughty langwidge. Langwidge!!

Suffice to say, I’m peeved today.

  • It’s Take Yer Sprog To Work Day
  • The air conditioning is blowing Reekette’s stale tobacco funk in my face
  • This makes my chest tight, my eyes water, and of course there’s coughing and sneezing too
  • Didn’t bother to bring inhaler or nasey-poof spray because allergies had improved
  • I forgot I was supposed to dress up today because of a visiting VIP
  • I ran late
  • Placeholder for a peeve to be named later
  • It’s only 10 o’clock and the day is going ve-r-r-r-ry slo-o-o-w-w-wly
  • Tomorrow I have international desk
  • Today and all week I have hotel desk
  • Although I ought to be de-peeved that I’m not serving jury duty…
  • I’m peeved because I can’t find out anything about the case I’d be on
  • Reekette called just now to ask me about a change to a partially used ticket
  • Reekette has asked me this question one thousand times in the 2 1/2 years she’s been here
  • I’m peeved about unnecessary government censorship
  • And the same for corporate censorship
  • I vow to resist the social pressure to become a mealy-mouthed namby-pamby, goddamit
  • Insert other obscenities as required

At least the two sproggen my team members brought in are mature and well-behaved. I conditionally approve of them. This approval may be rescinded at any time if they act up, however. In the meantime, I handed them spare handsets so they can listen to their parents’ incoming calls and get a better idea of what their jobs are like. At the moment, they’re at some scheduled activity, where I hope someone is keeping them all together in a herd somewhere, under controlled conditions and with tranquilizer darts locked and loaded in their air rifles.

One year, the Spawn of Hell (in the form of a giggling pack of pawky pre-tweens) roamed the building, playing on the elevators and pushing the buttons for all floors before jumping off each car. I will be watching and maintaining constant vigilance against this behavior. Vigilance! Since that year, however, the Sprog Day event organizers have been careful to put together activities to keep the sprogeny occupado y no muy ruidoso. This trend had better be continued this year or someone will feel the wrath of my peevishness.

That is all for now.

As She Lay Dying

There is no rest for the dead, and there is apparently no privacy for the dying – if you’re famous, that is.

CBS: this is disgusting, shameful, and beneath the dignity of a Big Three network.

Diana, Princess of Wales, has been dead nearly 7 years. She was literally hounded to death by the newsies, and they’re still picking her bones for a story.

Yeah, I’m touchy on the subject of Diana. Like many women my age and thereabouts, I was a “fan” of sorts – I consumed stories about her like mad when she first showed up on the international news scene. I started to feel like it had gone too far long before there were any hints of problems in her marriage to Prince Charles. It all seemed a little much when she got married, but I stayed up until 4am drinking Guinness and watching the TV. I was happy for her. She seemed like a nice girl who was incredibly blessed with good looks and family connections. In retrospect, things weren’t as they seemed, but I always liked and respected her, especially the work she did trying to get landmines banned.

The day I got married was the day of her funeral, and several of us watched parts of the service or the procession to the gravesite that day, before the caterers turfed us out of the TV room. It added a small but sad note to the festivities, and even now when my anniversary approaches, there’s always a small shock of remembrance on the day: “Oh. Right. And it’s the anniversary of Diana’s funeral, too.”

Can’t they leave her the hell alone?

Shame on you, CBS.

For The Organizationally Challenged

Right. I’m disorganized and easily distracted. That much should be obvious to anyone that stumbles across this site looking for plumbing or flooring help. The design (or lack thereof) and scattershot categories speak volumes.

So today I went looking for helpful websites, because in the last couple of years I’ve concluded that I probably have some form of ADD, which was never diagnosed when I was young. And I thought I might find some new information, because there aren’t that many studies or books published on ADD/ADHD in adult women or girls as of yet.

And this is what I find – a website for people looking for help because they are disorganized and have a problem with clutter,
and this site is completely cluttered and disorganized, containing a lot of unnecessary and distracting graphics placed more or less at random. Even the link and title that came over with MT’s automagic linky goodness is disorganized and cluttered.

I haven’t figured out why they stuck the background graphic in with the scales, unless the site author is a Libra or there’s some legal connection elsewhere on the site.

I had to laugh, but it was a sad and understanding laugh.

Footprints

FOOD 5.2
MOBILITY 0.7

SHELTER 7.4

GOODS/SERVICES 5.4

TOTAL FOOTPRINT 19 (in acres)

IN COMPARISON, THE AVERAGE ECOLOGICAL FOOTPRINT IN YOUR COUNTRY IS 24 ACRES PER PERSON.

WORLDWIDE, THERE EXIST 4.5 BIOLOGICALLY PRODUCTIVE ACRES PER PERSON.

IF EVERYONE LIVED LIKE YOU, WE WOULD NEED 4.2 PLANETS.

via Pale Blue Dot

I know that we could do better than 19 acres per person just around the house. David drives a lot farther to work each day; his acreage is higher than mine.

The fact that we don’t have kids is another factor that reduces our footprint – we don’t have any cheap plastic crap messing up the landscape, not to mention a baby shower party cake made of disposable diapers.

I kid you not about that last item; I have a picture of one such on my harddrive at home. Note to sister: Sorry, Timmy, to me it’s bizarre. YMMV.

As for our ecological footprint, David used to ride his bike home from work, until he changed jobs. I could definitely ride my bike home from work (part of the ride would be quite pleasant). And God knows I need the exercise. It would take me about 30-35 minutes of riding, unless I took a really scenic route and crossed 53/I290 over the Elk Grove bike bridge.

I really ought to ride a few times this summer.

Evil Politics

Experts figure perhaps 70 Utah women a year terminate their pregnancies due to fatal fetal deformities. In most cases, doctors induce labor early to terminate the pregnancy.

Doctors are horrified at the options they now will have to present to those traumatized women. And they are angry at lawmakers who they say patched together problematic legislation to make a political statement in an election year.

“It’s such a politically volatile issue because the word abortion is in there,” said one Wasatch Front obstetrician who wanted to remain anonymous. “The representatives who passed this law did not understand the repercussions of it. And the people of Utah, who normally would be opposed to abortion, don’t understand this law punishes women already in terrible situations who face having babies with horrible abnormalities.”

Disgusting.

Oregon Freezes Before The Thaw

The only US jurisdiction currently to allow homosexual weddings has suspended them while equally moving to grant such unions historic legal recognition.
A circuit judge in Multnomah County, Oregon, ordered a freeze on gay marriage licenses to give the State Legislature a chance to formalise them.

Judge Frank Bearden also ordered the state to recognise the 3,022 licenses issued in the county since 3 March.

The move is a first for the entire US, where the issue has divided opinion.

There are plenty of related links in the right hand column in this article.

When I lived in Oregon, in my student days and salad years, I got to know a large community of lesbian women. Great people. They took me in as a friend and a member of the family, and kidded me that I was one of their “token straight friends” at Thanksgiving.

Some of the couples broke up, some no doubt have stayed together. I wonder how they’re all doing… I hope they’re all happy. The issue of gay marriage has a lot of human faces for me; the faces of long-lost friends.

The Jury’s Out

I had jury duty today. I’m extremely happy to announce that I don’t have jury duty tomorrow – I’m not sure why not, but I was excused after the first round of “voir dire.”

I was excused by the prosecutors – first one called up to sit in the jury box, first one excused. As I was leaving with one of the other lucky excusees, I leaned over and whispered “score!” gleefully (we were out in the hallway with our checks for $17.50 in hand).

I wouldn’t mind serving – just not at California Avenue Criminal Court. It’s a pain to get to, and it’s in a dicey area. Also, I’d never driven myself into Chicago alone before, and I hate, hate, hate driving somewhere unfamiliar. Fortunately, I made no wrong turns in spite of the slightly wacky directions Mapquest gave me.

Oh, if only I still had the Crazy 8’s “Nervous in Suburbia” T-shirt from 20 years ago! I’d wear it and be proud – I was so anxious about the drive in this morning that I got drymouth. And I don’t have to go in tomorrow – if I had been picked as a juror, I’d have been obligated to serve until Thursday or Friday.

And yes, I blogged it – in a leather notebook. I’ll transcribe it tomorrow. There are no photos to go with and slow the process down.

In A Kitty’s Garden: RIP Studebaker Baker Gibbs

stueycouch010.jpgJust a couple of orange couch potatos – I love this photo.

Actually, there’s a whole series of shots, but the ones showing me full length are too horrible for the Internet. Stuey’s also the reason I’m in a gardening frame of mind. I got all the plants in the ground tonight at last – somehow $95 worth of perennials looks kinda small, but I’m pretty sure they’ll grow (some of them will grow to 2 – 3 feet). There’ll be a rain barrel right near them so watering them won’t be a chore.

I got lupine, spiked gayfeather, blue oat grass, border pinks, cheddar pinks, larkspur, black eyed susan, coral bells, snow-in-summer, and of course cat mint. I thought I got 3 catmint plants, but only had two when I put everything in the ground. I checked the trunk of the car and the front porch, where the plants overnighted. Mysterious. Will check around one more time just to see if David stuck one plant off to one side when he helped to bring them in.

I’ll have to go to Knupper’s at some point; I’ve been to Random Acres and Home Depot, and I know Frank’s has some but not all of the plants I want to get. I’d like to get some native plants in the back day-lily bed and Franks had some last year, for example, but they don’t carry the mulch and container plants I like. Knupper’s has the best choices of container plants; shame they’re all the way up in Palatine where we used to live. I didn’t see what I wanted at Random Acres when I was there Sunday for the front-stoop whisky barrel, and I know where to find what I want at Knuppers. I ordered the kitty birdwatcher statue tonight. I think I’ll order another rainbarrel for the “dry corner” of the house, where we’ve been told by the horticulture guy from Chemlawn to water more frequently. I found last year that the convenience of having the rainbarrel right by the shady bed where I had the impatiens meant that I had nice, healthy blooming impatiens all summer, almost until we left on the trip. It’s an inconvenient bother to get the hose from the infamous tap in the garage, but it’s easy to get it from a handy rain barrel right where you need to water. I just need to get one more shepherds hook for the kitty garden, another birdfeeder, and it’s done.