Texas woman injured after hawk drops snake on her. Reads like a horror film.
Awestruck
I’m officially in the ‘squeezing out’ part of summer.
Yesterday, to see whales, the fam traveled from the Southernmost part of Puget Sound to the Northernmost. Off the coast of San Juan Island, our tour operator found two young adult humpbacks. The sight and sound of their exhalations every few minutes were mesmerizing. Off and on we were party to a smallish portion of their backs and small dorsal fins with an occasional flashing of their giant, gray and white splotted flukes.
Then, out of nowhere, one breached, getting about 90% out of the water. Immediately afterwards, their partner did their best to match them. Even having seen whales breach in photographs and video, it was among the most unique/surreal experiences of my life. The boat’s naturalist said they see whales breach about six times a year.
There’s nothing like winning nature’s lottery.


Your Neighborhood Cultural Anthropologist
When I woke up today my body spoke to me. It said, “Don’t run, walk.” And surprisingly, I listened.
I walked all the way to the end of Cushman, picking and eating blackberries as I went, then through SeaShore Villa, then down to the Salish shore and home on a hidden wooded path that even Google Earth won’t help you locate.
This happened to be recycling Monday, including, drumroll please. . . glass! I love Glass Day because I get to snoop around and play cultural anthropologist. Yes, Indy-Cush friends, I am taking very close note of your glass contents.
I concede this may be a violation of your privacy, but it’s for a higher purpose, making sense of people’s drinking habits. My research questions are how much alcohol are people drinking and what kind?
My findings. People are drinking a lot despite what seems like an increasing drumbeat of studies which suggest any amount of alcohol isn’t good for you. Wine bottles, like normal, were quite numerous this morn with some households clearly preferring beer.
Maybe people are smart not to pay too much heed to the constantly shifting scientific research. Just wait for the pendulum to swing back, right? And maybe an occasional glass of wine or bottle of beer is a nice break from trying to always do the right thing health-wise. I mean, we’re going to die either way, right? Unfortunately though, some households go beyond moderation.
Let’s take a closer look at a few examples.

This is a fairly representative sample of moderate drinking over a four week span. It looks like four wine bottles and maybe a dozen beer bottles. Bud Light is a sad choice given the plethora of excellent local craft brews from which to choose, but maybe they’re Lefties supporting the maligned beverage.
Here’s our month worth of glass.

Boring! Some pasta, pickles, peaches, salad dressing and only two wine bottles compliments of the college roommate reunion. Come on California Lutheran University Class of 1982, do better! Drink more. . . like in Thousand Oaks back in the day.
One limitation of my research is that I hosted a cycling party after a particularly long ride, but we drank beer out of cans, so the above snapshot doesn’t represent all of our intake. Oh no, I guess that means some of my neighbors may drink more than meets the eye too.
Read New York Times Opinion Pieces Like You Hit A Tennis Ball
Follow through by reading the top “Top Comments”. They always expand the “discussion”.
Por ejemplo, here are two of the top comments from today’s Mauren Dowd essay titled, “Coup-Coup-Ca-Choo, Trump-Style“.

Excellent point H.A. And then there’s this from Jim in Cincy.

Touché Professor Snyder.
A Love Letter To Running
Mind blowing production quality.
Everything You Wanted To Know About U.S. Bridges
TL/DR . . . “bridges in the US are getting more ‘average’ over time. We have fewer excellent bridges, but we also have many fewer bridges in poor condition. We’re fixing our worst bridges, rather than spending money keeping bridges looking sparkling and new. Because the difference between a poor quality bridge and an ‘average’ bridge is much larger than an average and an excellent bridge (since a poor quality bridge is at risk of collapse), this means that bridge infrastructure is getting safer over time, even as it gets older and handles more traffic.”
Lay Off 45
‘What’s it like to be bald?’

That’s what one of my first year writers asked me last year. “Let us know what it’s like repeating WRIT 101,” I replied to his classmates’ delight.
I am not bald. I just decided to take it down today as a preemptive strike against climate change and as a tribute to Sinead O’Connor who I’m listening to nonstop.
Guess I Should Buy An Axe
Unless you’ve been backpacking in a remote wilderness the past few years, you’ve heard some part of the increasingly heated discussion around masculinity. The starting point, as a Washington Post headline writer recently put it is, “Men are lost”.
Christine Emba’s July 10th article, “Men are lost. Here’s a map out of the wilderness” has received lots of positive attention. Slightly different than her headline writer, Emba’s starting point is young men’s “weirdness”. Whether “lost” or “weird” the suggestion is that a positive vision of masculinity is the way forward. Men will be less lost and weird when we recognize some gender distinctiveness without pathologizing differences.
“For all their problems,” Emba writes, “the strict gender roles of the past did give boys a script for how to be a man. But if trying to smash the patriarchy has left a vacuum in our ideal of masculinity, it also gives us a chance at a fresh start. . .”. She adds, “We can find ways to work with the distinctive traits and powerful stories that already exist—risk-taking, strength, self-mastery, protecting, providing, procreating. We can recognize how real and important they are. And we can attempt to make them pro-social—to help not just men but also women, and to support the common good.”
All quite vague, making the reference to a “map” just one more example of headline exuberance.
Further along, Emba gets slightly more specific. “In my ideal,” she adds, “the mainstream could embrace a model that acknowledges male particularity and difference that doesn’t denigrate women to do so. It’s a vision of gender that’s not androgynous but still equal, and relies on character, not just biology. And it acknowledges that certain themes—protector, provider, even procreator—still resonate with many men and should be worked with, not against.”
Since most gender differences are exaggerated, I propose a radical approach to this discussion and that is chucking the concept of masculinity altogether. Instead of ruminating on what it means to be a boy or a man, we’d be better off encouraging young people to “cut and paste” from caring and kind human beings across the gender continuum. Notice how they listen. Consider their sense of humor. Notice their humility. Reflect on their quiet strength. Nothing positive comes from thinking about gender as a competition of sorts.
In Emba’s piece, Scott Galloway, whose podcasts I enjoy, says, “Where I think this conversation has come off the tracks is where being a man is essentially trying to ignore all masculinity and act more like a woman. And even some women say that—they don’t want to have sex with those guys. They may believe they’re right, and think it’s a good narrative, but they don’t want to partner with them.”
For being a UCLA grad, Galloway struggles with subtlety and nuance. The patriarchy is so pervasive, some women are hopelessly wedded to it. Many others are not. Galloway’s reference to “acting more like a woman” implies women are the kinder, more caring, more nurturing, and more emotionally intelligent half of the population.
I can cycle up and down mountains, lift weights, and climb on the roof and clean the gutters while trying to listen to others more patiently and empathetically. All while trying to be more vulnerable on top. The touchy-feely stuffs probably excites the Good Wife at least as much as the physical activities which come more naturally to me.
If asked, she’d probably say, “Why should I have to choose between those things?” My entire point is that women shouldn’t.
One tongue-in-cheek commenter in an expectedly mindless on-line discussion on what masculinity entails had a great response. “Everything is there except wood chopping,” he joked. You are not a man until you fell a tree with an axe, split the wood and heat the house with it.”
At least I think he was joking.
Sinead O’Connor
Artist.
