rivervision
ramblings of a semi-professional, cat-loving, web weaving, water loving, radical lesbian feminist who lives in eugene, oregon..

(the background of this weblog will remain black until i am done mourning the loss of Democracy in the united states and the inaguration of george w. bush to the presidency of this country.)

2.23.2001

its my birthday, 28, whoohoo. *note sarcasm* i've noted it. there.
-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 10:08 AM [+] she said something good..
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2.22.2001

i'm really going to do this conversion to greymatter this weekend.. i hope. i might go to an environmental conference at the u of o this weekend. maybe. i've been invited to join some breast cancer activists for lunch. they know the dear suzi, thats how they found me. so i might go. but i'm hoping to do this conversion this weekend (didn't i say that last week?). kinda weird, using blogger and talking about how much i want to use greymatter. *sigh* i'm unethical. forgive me. >:| ..

btw, i added a new weblog that i read over there --> noah (grey).. go check out what he says. he says some good stuff.

ps. remember, its evil thursday today. :P

ps again. Bosnian Serbs jailed for war rape. .. the first of its kind. not good enough, i say. a total of 60 years for 3 men who destroyed of so many women. see below-- the rape poem.
-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 10:18 AM [+] she said something good..
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2.21.2001

poem

i've got a site that i put together about sexual assault during graduate school.. the opening page has a marge piercy quote from it.. its been so long since i've put the site up, i'd forgotten where i got it from.. well, someone stumbled across my site and found the quote and wants to use it in something and wanted further information on marge piercy.. so i looked the line up and found the poem. and its terribly powerful, so i'm sharing it here. maybe not for y'all, but more for me to have note of it somewhere. so, y'all are just benefitting from my need to have this information around.

Rape Poem
by Marge Piercy

There is no difference between being raped
and being pushed down a flight of cement steps
except the wounds also bleed inside.

There is no difference between being raped
and being run over by a truck
except that afterward men ask if you enjoyed it.

There is no difference between being raped
and being bit on the ankle by a rattlesnake
except that people ask if your skirt was short
and why you were out alone anyhow.

There is no difference between being raped
and going head first through a windshield
except that afterward you are afraid
not of cars
but half the human race.

The rapist is your boyfriend's brother.
He sits beside you in the movies eating popcorn.
Rape fattens on the fantasies of the normal male
like a maggot in garbage.

Fear of rape is a cold wind blowing
all of the time on a woman's hunched back.
Never to stroll alone on a sand road through pine
woods,
never to climb a trail across a bald
without that aluminum in the mouth
when I see a man climbing toward me.

Never to open the door to a knock
without that razor just grazing the throat.
The fear of the dark side of hedges,
the back seat of the car, the empty house
rattling keys like a snake's warning.

The fear of the smiling man
in whose pocket is a knife.
The fear of the serious man
in whose fist is locked hatred.

All it takes to cast a rapist is seeing your body
as jackhammer, as blowtorch, as
adding-machine-gun.
All it takes is hating that body
your own, your self, your muscle that softens to
flab.

All it takes is to push what you hate,
what you fear onto the soft alien flesh.
To bucket out invincible as a tank
amored with treads without senses
to possess and punish in one act,
to rip up pleasure, to murder those who dare
live in the leafy flesh open to love.

-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 2:22 PM [+] she said something good..
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weird phone call

well..that was strange.. or so i thought. my phone rang at 5.50am this morning.. now, that usually doesn't happen unless its some sort of emergency.. so, of course, i picked it up.. my thoughts being "who died"??? so, on the other end of the phone is someone making a strange duck sound.. i thought it might be some kind of crank call.. so, i hung up, and eventually they did too.. so, i did a *69.. and it came back with a 540 area code! (note for the non area code savvy.. 540 is the area code for the part of virginia that i'm from) so, of course i was curious--- who the fuck would make a crank call to oregon from virginia?? so, i got on my cell phone, called the number.. and you who know answered? my father.. i should've recognized that duck sound.. i've been hearing it all my life. anyhow what a nice crank call to get.. getting one from my father doesn't get any better.
-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 6:04 AM [+] she said something good..
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2.20.2001


!

(kaycee is in remission!)


-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 6:37 PM [+] she said something good..
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check this out

found this link via tsja: apple-history.com.. even better, check out the apple II+.. yep, that was my very first computer.. thanks to mom.. you'd think i'd be much more of a geek since i started out waay back in 1982.. the bug didn't bite me. i'm not a geek. i was boating, and figuring out who i am (still doing that).. but i did spend my formative pre-pubescent and pubescent years playing on these machines. kinda fun to look back and see what it is i first used. nice to have a history that goes back beyond the 486. kinda like boating.. i remember when the dancer was the boat to have. most folks now days don't even remember the pirouette s. (you'll understand that referance if you are a whitewater kayaker). am i old? nahh.. i never used punchcards (though i remember my mother having boxes and boxes of them) and never built my own boat.
-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 8:42 AM [+] she said something good..
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2.19.2001

okay, so i really hate it when i have to think of passwords for things.. re: not passwords for me, but for other folks. i've got to think of something that will be easily remembered, yet not so obvious.. re: i won't be protecting anything on the lbl esd site with the lbl or esd.. and unfortunately passwords that i would thing would be easily remembered, e.g. ack! for something to do with crisis work, might not be all that likeable (or easily remebered) to the folks who actually have to use the password... recently, though, my brain seemed to be in well working order with giving folks access to some stuff for technology services. i think they'll actually remember the password. at least thats the impression i got when i was asked to change something else, that had been up for a long time, to the same password as the most recent thing.
-mbr, brooke@rivervision.com
posted by m. brooke r 2:24 PM [+] she said something good..
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sites i read daily:
salon.com
cnn.com
usenet: rec.boats.paddle
usenet: soc.women.lesbian-and-bi

stuff i read weekly:
the eugene weekly (i usually read this in print)
the village voice
life on forbez

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greymatter
mother kalis books
rainy day records
population, environment, abortion, religion, and fatherhood
alix olson
wnba
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pflag
ngltf's w. watch
american whitewater
ms. magazine
off our backs
"Finally Free" Personal Stories on Ex-Gay Ministries (this is a pdf file)
wise women

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noah
bite this
just lisa
the feminist blog
living colours
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