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What Did Sheri S. Tepper Know, and How Did She Know It?

One of my all-time favorite books by one of my all-time favorite authors, Sheri S. Tepper, is Gate to Women’s Country.I’ve read the book at least 3 times, but it’s been a while, and have just read about it in Wikipedia and in The Big A. I can tell it is time to re-read it because the thing I remember the most, and loved the most, is the way they fought wars. Projectiles were not allowed. Warriors had to be able to look to look their opponent in the eyes as they either prepared to kill or be killed. No atlatls, no spears, no bows and arrows, no darts, no projectiles. Period.

If you gotta fight a war, do it with dignity, with respect. No missiles, no bombs, no planes, no drones. Look your intended victim in the eyes and know whose life you’re taking. Or who is taking yours.

Why am I asking this question now, after her 1988 book has been out and is still selling? Because of Keith Olbermann’s podcast on Monday 12 Jan 26. The gun part starts at 15:18. There is research out there that shows that firing in indoor situations, and firing military weapons outdoors or indoors, leaves the shooters suffering concussion-like symptoms from the repeat blast exposure.

The New York Times has an article Target Shooting Could Be Causing Brain Injuries. We Measured the Danger. By Thomas Gibbons-Neff, Dave Philipps, and Jeremy White. Cinematography by Zach Caldwell and Jonah Markowitz. A friend kindly sent me the article, to which I am paywalled from, so I could read it. Well worth reading, however you can do it.

According to the US military findings, evidence shows “that firing some military weapons can damage brain clls, and repeate 4xposure may cause permanent injuries. But there is next to no public information about the strength of the blast waves delivered by civilian firearms, or the potential hazard.” [emphasis mine] (From NYT article)

To me, the most fascinating graphic of all three articles is in the one, about 2/3-3/4 of the way down the NYT one, where the guy is firing with a heavy metal curtain behind him to visibly show the shock waves as they pass over and through the shooter. How they twist, etc. Scary. Honest. Trust me.

NPR’s article, Blasts from military weapons may injure the brain yhrough its blood vessels has different information, including the quote below.

“A blast isn’t just like a blow to the head, when it comes to brain injury.

“A head impact tends to injure structures near the surface. A blast wave keeps going.

“The result can be impaired blood flow to an area like the brain stem, which controls breathing, heart rate, and blood pressure.”

The American Brain Foundation’s article, The Hidden Impact: How Military Activity Affects Brain Healtharticle opens with: “Military activity, specifically exposure to blasts in training and combat, can have a significant impact on brain health. Ongoing research is uncovering how repeated exposure to blast waves can cause brain injuries and may be linked to cognitive decline. They can also lead to long-term effects, such as post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and increased suicide rates among veterans.” 

I gotta admit, I love this quote from the article: “Researchers are currently exploring how to measure blast exposure and evaluate its effects on soldiers during routine training. As they learn more, the hope is to not only develop diagnostic tests and treatments for those who suffer from the long-term effects of blast waves, but also to find ways to adjust military equipment to decrease the exposure level.”  [emphasis mine] I know it’s a simplistic idea, and I’m a simplistic kinda gal, but why not get rid of the damn guns? Issue all GI’s (and cops & robbers) swords and knives. period. Or better yet, get rid of all weapons and use hand to hand martial arts combat only. Yeah! I like that idea the best. Bring Bruce Lee back!

When I was in the Washington State Air National Guard, I fired expert with the M-16 and was asked to join the Rifle Team. It was quite an honor, and I seriously considered it, until I discovered I’d have to buy my own practice ammo. That stuff’s expensive, so I regretfully declined. I don’t know if the competition meets were indoors or outdoors, but being the wimp I am, I imagine most of my target practice would have been indoors. Especially since I lived in the rainy part of the state at the time. Turns out that firing indoors is the worst possible scenario due to a number of factors, primarily the echo effect.

It isn’t the noise, it’s the blast waves. We didn’t evolve surrounded by munitions going off all the time. Our skulls are bone, are permeable to things we can’t see. So, maybe Sheri S. Tepper was truly on to something. Of course, I’m not so naïve as to think we’ll ever get rid of our guns, especially in this country. We don’t care about other people’s lives, why should we care about ours? But boy of boy, it is fun to dream.

Please, if you are a gun enthusiast, and enjoy firing, do it outside where there is a considerable drop in the amount of blast blowback, and stick to smaller weapons. And, yeah, firing is a rush of fun. Take up skeet shooting — 1. it’s an outdoor sport, 2. the longer barrel of the shotgun means less blast effect on your head, and 3. no matter how many skeets you shoot, they will never go on the endangered species list. Honest. Trust me.

In the meantime, give the GIs and the Vets you know and meet, an extra hug. Their sacrifice may be greater than they, or we, know. Especially those who no longer feel safe in a traditional home. 

Sorry, I have no photos of projectile weapons, nor of soldiers using same; however, I will share a photo I took a few days ago of some of the local Canada geese preparing to March to Pretoria. Okay, not really. The Boer War ended long before these guys were hatched, but the song is still around. Apparently, the English came up with the song as a rally for the troops marching to Pretoria, and the Boers took it up, and sang it in Afrikaans, so it was a popular song on either side of the war. Who knew? I remember singing it when I was a kidlet but haven’t a clue why. Anyhow my clueless geese, on their way to somewhere in the dawn’s early light…

Yep, there’s one in every crowd…..

Remembering

Weather in the Tries:
oooh, the lows will all be below freezing, one down to 22F, unless the fickle weather person changes his mind again. The highs will range from 33-42, and we’ll have sun each day. Unless the fickle weather person changes his mind, again. 😉

Remembering:

Today is Thursday, 9 Jan 2025, I’m watching President Jimmy Carter’s funeral.

Jason Carter told the best story of President Carter of the whole service. Jimmy finally got a cell phone, and early on in the process, Jason got a notice that Paw Paw Mobile was calling. He answered and said, Hi, Paw Paw. Jimmy said, Who’s this? Jason: What do you mean, this is Jason and you called me. Jimmy responded, I didn’t call you. I’m taking a picture. Jason brought much laughter when he concluded this story with, And he was a nuclear engineer. Humor belongs in a funeral. Remember the deceased with humor, not hate.

In retelling this short blurb by Jason, who also described his granddad as probably answering the door if someone knocked, in shorts and crocs. The image of him in crocs reminded me of when King Tut became a person to me, and not just a name from the dusty pages of history. I had the honor of seeing many of his possessions many years ago when they visited Seattle. They were overwhelming until I got to the camp stool he used. When I looked at the back legs I had to smile. The bottoms, facing front, were very scuffed. A bored or perhaps eager? young man, waiting for whatever he was waiting, obviously rubbed his feet against the stool’s legs. The legs on the stool were curved, so maybe these were the front feet of the stool. The legs were an ‘x’ shape. At any rate, that’s when Tut became a real person to me.

Once again, I find myself ignoring political news but watching ANKA, a news video out of Turkey, I think. At any rate they are giving coverage to Ukraine/Russia, which has not been all that great with our news coverage, and has become less so.

Once again, I think of Sherri S. Tepper’s book, The Gate to Women’s Country. If you haven’t read it, I strongly recommend it. I enjoyed the story tremendously, but her idea of how to fight wars is one I think should seriously be considered by all countries on our globe. I think Jimmy Carter would even approve, but he would, like me, prefer NO wars. Ever again. If every country were to sign such a treaty, their economy would be affected, at first negatively as they moved away from a war-based economy and literally turned weapons of war into peaceful uses. 

We now have, and have had for years, the capability to kill all life on earth in a matter of minutes. But what would happen if all projectile weapons were banned, including the atlatl? Look that one up, if you don’t know what it is. It’s pretty interesting. It used to be spelled Atalatal, but time, and dictionaries, march on.

There are several things in Tepper’s book that would not be accepted by today’s people, though they would be interesting. In a nutshell, the parts that could be accepted (with probable edits by this writer) are:

1. Warriors must use hand weapons only, i.e., swords, knives, battle axes. They must be able to look into the eyes of the warrior they kill—or are killed by.

2. Wars must be declared by written letters, the defenders get to choose the field.

3. Wars must be fought outside population areas whether cities or villages, in fields set aside to be used as a battlefield. (May be used for agricultural purposes between wars). Civilians are off limits, and the warriors may not enter villages, cities, etc. to fight.)

4. Once the war is over, the victor claims the territory or whatever comes in the treaty. The loser clears the field. But the civilians carry on. Nothing is bombed. No grenades are thrown. You want to kill someone? Look them in the eye as you do so. Or as they do unto you. No drones. No howitzers. No HIMARCS. No guns or automatic weapons. Get the idea? 

If we didn’t pour gazillions of dollars into the war machine, think how much we could do for our people, our children. We could feed them all, have universal health care, why, we might even become civilized. 

Can you even begin to imagine what it would be like to send your kidlets off to school and know the worst thing that could happen to them would be a skinned knee, or maybe a school yard scuffle? Can you imagine walking down the street and not having to fear a police officer deciding you walked too much like a star bellied snitch and therefore shoot you. Of course, he may attempt to run you through with a sword, but you’d have a better chance of escape.

Oh dear, our magic dragon has died. “Our fearless dragon is tired and has entered the last chapter of his magnificent life. The world knows Peter Yarrow the iconic folk activist, but the human being behind the legend is every bit as generous, creative, passionate, playful, and wise as his lyrics suggest,” his daughter Bethany said in a statement. 

RIP in peace Peter Yarrow, you are sorely missed. But, I gotta add a question: Are you and Mary singing with Jimmy, now?

First Photo of the Year:

Dragonflies Coming in to Land at Harry Reid Air Port, Las Vegas, NV (the reflection from the window is part of my shirt which says Future Corpse. The reflection is TUR

from the desk of the mighty chihuahua;
my human found my sweater. I wondered if she would ever find it. I don’t really like wearing it, but when there is ice on the pond, it feels very nice to have it on. especially when the wind is blowing. it’s really nice when the air is cold but the sun is out. when the sun smiles at me in my pretty black sweater, I’m top dog of the planet.

Earworm of the Week:

Puff the Magic Dragon, original by Peter, Paul, and Mary (damn! I shed a tear every time I hear this, now I’m crying.)

Quotes from the Funeral, from pbs.org:

Joe Biden: “I miss him, but I take solace in knowing that he and Rosalynn are reunited again,” he concluded. “To the entire Carter family, thank you — and I mean this sincerely — for sharing them both with America and the world. We love you all.”

Jason Carter: By the way, he cut the deficit, wanted to decriminalize marijuana, deregulated so many industries that he gave us cheap flights and, as you heard, craft beer. Basically all of those years ago, he was the first millennial. And he could make great playlists, as we’ve heard as well.”

Andrew Young: Seated at a microphone, Young — whom Carter appointed as United Nations ambassador — drew laughs from the crowd when he called Carter “something of a miracle,” noting, “It’s still hard for me to understand how you could get to be president from Plains, Georgia.”

More quotes at the link.

I Don’t Read…

Weather in the Tries:

The nights are for real getting cooler. The days are, too. At least most of them. This week will be mostly in the 90s, with three days at 101, as of 4.30 Sunday afternoon. Who knows how it will change by Monday, and No one but that wee butterfly in Seoul, South Korea knows if we’ll still get 3 hot days. 

I Don’t Read…

As most of you know, perhaps all of you know, I do not read books on math, spy stories (nonfiction or fiction), romance, or horror. Heaven’s to Murgatroyd! I found a series of books that are classified as horror, and I’m having a hard time putting them down. I have read books 1, 3, 4, and am now on 2. Five and 6 are somewhere between the author’s computer and my bookshelf. It is the Golgotha Series by R. S. Belcher, and I am thoroughly enjoying it. The horror is more along the lines of ewww and yuck than nightmare horror. Of course, there is violence, but something occurred to me the other day—I don’t mind violence in shows or books as long as it is improbable. Our Hero single handedly saves Los Angeles from the bad people, the rock falls from outer space to the desert only to not be a rock, but an egg of a violent predator who loves warm blooded beings. Only one person, also from another planet, can save us. Zatoichi, the Blind Swordsman. And the violence in these books is like that. Totally improbable. Think of the old Lethal Weapon movies. Now throw in some spirits, ghosts, wayward angels, and other such stuff all in a desert town in Nevada with the name of Golgotha, where everyone is welcome. Some are welcome to live, some are welcome to die, but all are welcome.

I heartily recommend the series by R. S. Belcher, and I strongly recommend reading the first one first, Six Gun Tarot. The others you can read as you find them, but you’ll have a great grounding if you start at the first. It’s far less violent than Game of Thrones was/is. And I’m considerably chuffed that Six Gun Tarot was Mr. Belcher’s debut novel. How cool is that?

Speaking of, I understand there is a prequel out, now, to GoT, The House of the Dragon (???) I imagine it will be as violent as the original, possibly more so. George RR (RailRoad) Martin is involved in this one, too. If any of you watch it to the end, I’d appreciate your comments. I quit GoT at the end of Season 5. I was afraid they would kill off the few favorite characters I still had standing. Especially Tyrion Lannister (Peter Dinklage). I did see the episode where he offed Daddy Dearest and thought that was awesome. (I didn’t like his Daddy at all). I know that when the story lags, an author should kill his/her darlings, but damn, I’d get emotionally involved with a character in one episode, and the next s/he would be offed. And I really didn’t want anyone to kill the dragons. 

Remember when Diana Gabaldon came out with the Outlander series? My housemate at the time and I bought the first three books, heard the fourth came out and headed to our local bookstore. We went up and down every aisle but the Romance one. Finally, we asked for help. The books weren’t in historical novels. They weren’t in thriller. They weren’t anywhere to be found and yet the store advertised they had them. Yeah, you guessed it, they were in the Romance Section. 

I seldom buy fiction books. They take up too much room, they weigh too much, but there are some authors I really, really want to own their books and not rent them. Patricia Briggs, Ann Bishop, and now R. S. Belcher. I’m pretty sure they’ll play well together on my bookshelf. And notice their last names all start with B so as my mind slip/slides away maybe I can still find my old friends on shelf B.

Photos of the Week:

You looking for a good book to read at the beach on your last summer get away? I suggest this one. And I won’t even be begging you for a review, Amazon has heard all us authors whine and cry, and now you readers can just go in and give books you’ve read a Star Rating, no words involved. How about them apples? Huh? And this book is just chock-full short pieces—poems, stories, and opinions. Honest. Trust me.

Books: Remember, if I finish a book, I review and post it to http://lenoragood.blogspot.com 

No knew books this week. I’m still working on #2, and I’m reading it very slowly because I don’t want to finish it and have to come home. I kinda like Golgotha. It’s a happening place, know what I mean, Jelly Bean? 😉

Earworms:

Went to YouTube to check my music videos, and there was a new one for me, Arabian Harp. What lovely music to have in the background while I work on the computer. 

Quotes from Salmon Rushdie:

“Faith without doubt is addiction.” —Salmon Rushdie

“From the beginning men used God to justify the unjustifiable.” —Salmon Rushdie

“We all owe death a life.” —Salmon Rushdie

“A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eighth of a second.” —Salmon Rushdie

We’ve had cooler weather, and Boy Howdy! is it nice for sleeping. I’m pretty sure it won’t be too long before I have to put the heavier quilt on the bed, but for now both Sammy and I are enjoying the lighter weight of the summer quilt. I believe next week end is Labor Day weekend, the “official” end of summer, at least for a lot of kidlets, and their teachers, unless they’ve all quit. When I worked at The Boeing Company, I was rather surprised at all the teachers I knew who worked there. Far less hassle, better wages, better hours, and no kids allowed. Enjoy this week, especially if it’s your last one of the summer 😉

The Old Guard

Netflix, 2020
American, closed captions
125 minutes

Rating: 5 out of 5.

This was a total romp! It was magnificent. Charlize Theron is the star, and she stole the show. It’s about a 4-person group of immortal mercenaries who roam the world doing good. Okay, they aren’t really immortal, but they all have the ability to heal themselves until they don’t. Dreams play a part in the discovery of ‘new’ immortals, and they find one in Afghanistan, a Marine who should have died and came back. Of course, she’s going to be sent Stateside, probably forced to stay in a hospital while they run tests on her. But she’s a Marine. She follows orders. Until Andy shows up and kidnaps her. Andy is Andromache of Scythia, played by Charlize Theron.

And the fun begins. Nile, the newly discovered immortal doesn’t want to be part of the team. She’s a Marine. The team breaks its rule and works for the same person twice. Someone films them self-healing and wants to capture them, hold them prisoner until science can learn how they self heal, and save humanity, or indoctrinate the army of the highest bidder, whatever. Nile walks away. But–she’s a Marine.

The fight scenes are absolutely fantastic. Well, of course. It is a Superhero movie. The choreographer did an absolutely marvel-ous job of fights. (Didja notice my homage there to Marvel comics. Huh? Didja?)

In fact, this movie is a comic brought to life and is more fun than you can imagine. AND, next year, we get the next movie, it’s already “in the can,” as they say.

The Old Guard trailer

Lucid Dream

Netflix, 2017
Korean, excellent subtitles
101 minutes

Rating: 5 out of 5.

This K-Drama is a science fiction thriller. Our hero is Dae-ho, a young investigative reporter and single father whose son is kidnapped from a park when turns his back while son is on the merry go round. No ransom note is received, and three years go by with no leads. Dae-ho learns of a new treatment for mental patients who need to relive important memories through chemical induced lucid dreaming. He knows one of the doctors involved and convinces her to give him the chemical so he can go back to that day and see if he can find the kidnapper. Of course, he goes back many times before he finally gets some solid leads, and one of the leads is dying in a hospital, and he must enter that person’s dream, he must go into the dreams of someone else and convince him to help find his son.

The story moved along quite well, I didn’t get up to do dishes while it was on, and the CGI were wonderful. My brother, Craig, could tell you all about the camera angles, the plot lines, all the things I probably should pay attention to, but if it’s a good story, I get sucked into it and am totally unaware of all that other stuff. My brother, Craig Good, reviews on https://letterboxd.com/clgood/ , if you want to check out his reviews. He’s in the business. He knows more than I do. We watch different movies.

Lucid Dream trailer