Shh...Did you hear that? It was the sound of my priorities shifting.

21 March 2007

Reason for living? Knut!

Maybe you've heard of Knut the polar bear cub? He was born in a Berlin zoo where his mother promptly rejected him. The zoo staff is now raising the cub, feeding him by hand, playing with him, etc. This is making some animal rights activists (who argue that making Knut dependent on humans is a horrible, horrible move on the zoo's part) very angry. Their main point is that if this were happening in the wild, Knut would be left for dead and that the people raising the cub are messing with a natural process, so they should shoot the bear and be done with it.

Interesting. My guess is that no one is going to let anyone shoot this bear. That knowledge allows me to step back a little and consider some points:


  • I'm all for letting animals do their thing. I'm not a huge fan of any situation in which wild animals are held captive*, but I appreciate zoos that at least try to replicate natural environments and that do not let their human workers ever come into close contact with the animals. There are a lot of extraordinary beings in the world that many of us would never get to see if zoos did not exist. My hope is that zoo patrons gain some respect for other living things when they see these animals, respect they might not otherwise find if not confronted with living, breathing proof that humans aren't the only complex, intelligent, and/or beautiful beings on Earth.


  • Anyway, with the above point in mind, once animals are put in the zoo, it's my belief that the people who run the zoo take over the responsibility for the well-being of those animals. Sure, if a polar bear neglects her cub in the wild, the cub might die. But what if another polar bear mom takes it under her wing? What if the polar bear mom in this case would never have behaved this way toward Knut had she not been stressed by something that was maybe going on in the zoo that day or that week? And P.S.: if the zookeepers didn't give these animals food everyday (thus "interfering with nature") then they would all die. Does that mean they should stop feeding the bears?


  • Finally (and I'm borrowing from something Chrissymine said about this), translate this to humans for a second. There have been many instances (I'm not making this up) of "feral children" being found all over the world. One thing many of these kids have in common is that their parents completely neglected them. Another common thread is that, in the children's searches for warmth/food/protection, they found ANIMALS who, essentially, ended up raising the kids. It seems that the animals that usually do this are canids (dogs, wolves, etc.), but this shows us that, in nature, things have a way of working themselves out when the circumstances are right. In the case of Knut the polar bear, the circumstances are such that people are around to pick up the slack left by his mother. So, NATURALLY, the humans should do so.


*In fact, I get a sort of thrill when I hear about captive zoo or circus animals who go berserk and attack their handlers. Because seriously y'all, tigers weren't meant to jump through hoops. It's extremely unfortunate, however, that when these animals behave like this--you know, LIKE THEY'RE SUPPOSED TO--they are often shot. People are bastards.



Go here to see Knut (get ready for a truckload of cute!):

http://www.ifilm.com/video/2834484


Go here to see Stephen Colbert pretending to hate bears even though Knut is the CUTEST THING EVER:

http://www.comedycentral.com/motherload/?ml_video=84023

(Sorry for the links. I can't get anything to embed today for some reason).

20 March 2007

My Birthday...

...was lovely because I got to spend it with friends.

14 March 2007

Toolshed

Sometimes I talk way too much. Words just come rushing out of my mouth like I'm afraid I might suddenly become forever mute and I have to get out these last few thoughts RIGHT NOW REALLY FAST. It probably has something to do with my intense fear of being misunderstood (the same fear that keeps me from calling people I don't know very well on the phone...you should see the meltdowns I have about calling to order pizza if you don't believe me). I feel like, once I have someone's attention and I want them to know something, I'll just go (zoom!) and hopehopehope they don't roll their eyes or start looking around because then that means they aren't listening anymore and/or they're bored. And/or they don't get what I'm trying to say, which is even worse.

Today was a talking-too-much day. First I (Tool of the Month that I am) practically made an APPOINTMENT to talk to Darty about some aerial class related stuff and almost immediately felt like an ass when we were finished and my lesson with Koala started. Because really, did I have to make her come to class 15 minutes early to go over stuff I could have casually brought up during the lesson? Or some other time? Then, on the ride home, I reiterated the entire discussion (and then some) to Koala like I was some sort of erupting Volcano of Minute Details or something. This after a couple of days ago when I went on and on with Britches about many of the same issues.

In the dark and quiet of my apartment, my own voice is echoing in my head and I feel silly. Okay, I'll shut up now.

04 March 2007

Ha!

Hey! I just solved a Rubik's Cube for the first time!

(As you can tell, I'm being extraordinarily productive with my grading...snerk).

Things I've Been Thinking About #001

The Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy for Girls (South Africa)

I love it! I hate it! I feel funny about it! On the one hand, it seems wildly self-congratulatory for Oprah to be doing this ("Aren't rich people awesome?! I am so awesome! Check out my name on that banner! And that building! And on the girls' uniforms! And on that other banner!"), but on the other hand I totally love her for doing this. But on the other other hand I feel bad for all of the girls who don't get the chance these girls will have, but on the other other other hand I think, "Why should I feel bad that the girls who aren't included will stay in their communities and not have Western values trained into them?" I mean, one of the first things the girls did when they moved into the school was learn which fork to use at dinner!! This is not a cultural value that is crucial to these girls' lives or to their educations! This is a Western cultural value that seems ridiculously out of place when, outside the school's walls, people don't eat more than one meal a week and have no clean water!!!

On the otherest hand there is? I totally want to be a teacher there.


Losing Track of People

A long time ago, when I first became involved in circus arts, I discovered something very, very cool about being part of a small, albeit spread out, community--you never really have to say goodbye! Paths cross in the most mysterious ways and when you least expect it. And even if you lose touch with someone you care about, you can still sort of keep tabs on them through other folks in the community who know them. Or through the internet, of course, but that wasn't really true when I first made this discovery about how small and connected the circus world is.

For example, I went to Club Med one year and met this Circus coach (we'll call her Hollroll) there. We kept in touch for a while after I left and she totally encouraged me to keep doing circus however I could, etc. Meanwhile, she got an audition with Cirque du Soleil and ended up performing in two of their shows before falling off the face of the earth, as far as I knew. Turns out, she's now an aerial teacher at a circus school in Australia where my darling friend Meemo is getting her circus degree. Crazy!

Anyway, I lost track of someone else now and no one can help me, not even the internet! A very important former trapeze teacher of mine, "Poppy," has come in and out of my life, like, five times or something crazy like that (and I'm sure I was certain I'd never see her again when we said goodbye the first two times). We haven't been in touch for several years now, but it was all good because I knew where she was all that time: touring with Cirque Eloize. I just discovered last night that she has left the show, though, and I don't know where she is! And it's weird! Where are you, Poppy?


Five Pounds

I've lost some weight over the past year. 36 pounds so far. I still have five more to lose, though, to reach my goal and it's SO HARD. I have been at this "five pounds away" mark for a month or so now, so I'm apparently a maintenance rockstar. Too bad I'm maintaining a weight that's not my goal weight.

Note: I'm totally getting a new tattoo when I reach my goal weight.

'Nother note: Darty, Koala, TrainerLady, Pickolas, Chrissymine, and assorted others think I should cool it and not worry about the last five pounds. Maybe they're right? I dunno. I'm kind of obsessed with the numbers. And I still think I'm fat, so, you know, I'm gonna' keep on trucking for now.


Camp!

It's coming right up. And it's on my mind even more than usual because one of Chrissymine's staff members from camp is here for the month constructing costumes for a show Chrissymine designed. She needs a blog name. Hmm...Britches. There. Done. If she hates it she'll tell me and I'll change it. Anyway, we've been all about talking about camp lately and I'm totally ready to go.


Grading Papers

Because it's what I should be doing right now. Gotta' go!