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2005-04-23Neighborhood Cats
I've wanted to do a Friday cat picture since I first heard lamentations about the practice. Here's my first offering (though I missed the curfew -- it seems like Friday to me still). These aren't the pictures that I had been thinking of using, so there's more to come, some day. Did you hear the one about old duffer who got a three-gotcha handicap from the club pro? This is number one. Gotcha! Having three black cats leads to our noticing how many other black cats there are in our neighborhood, and how many pass through our yard. I'm sure it is partly the yellow-Volkswagen phenomenon: It is noticeable for us because we have black cats in the house. All the same, I don't remember seeing many black cats when I was growing up, and now it is not an unusual occurrence. I can remember wanting to see a truly-black-all-over cat because I'd heard all of the stories about them, including the role we give them in Halloween, but it was a long time before I encountered a genuine black cat. Our cats are of the nondescript breed known as "Bombay," and I am not sure how the blackness is accounted for. The two litter-mate "kids" of our pride have a tiny pure-bread Burmese mom, Cleopatra, who's never told who her first fling was with in Mountain View, California. Cleo's genes are expressed in the sable reflection that you can see sometimes in the kids' coat, and also in their golden eyes. Her daughter is also tiny like mom. Our senior cat, Askani, was born in the Baltimore area and we have no clue to her lineage. When black cats stroll by in the neighborhood, it can be startling to see. We often wonder whether one of our cats has jumped out a window and is exploring the yard. This leads to a hurried census of the household, especially if we don't get a close look at the outdoor critter. In many cases, the visitor resembles Askani, who has been a hefty cat, as many of our outdoor passers-by are. I can also recognize Askani, our couch commander, in the postings about Dorothea Salo's cat, Didi, right down to the few light hairs on her chest. The appearance of a black shmoo is a pose that Askani has perfected too, one also affected by the well-fed neighborhood Bombays. My home office is in the basement level of the house, and I have a wide, low single-pane window that gives me a ground-level view out the side of the house. Seated at my computer lab I feel a little like the commander of the spherical lunar craft depicted in 2001: A Space Odyssey. Since I finally removed the insulating plastic film from the interior of the window (it had come loose and was sagging down after two years in place), I now must raise the blinds every morning to prevent our cats from bending and mutilating them as they climb through to see outside the window and walk along the narrow sill. I've been trained. Now the cats take turns sitting atop the tower of my desktop system where they have an unobstructed view of the passing scene, especially squirrels and birds and intruder cats. They have never seen a cat wander by this window, because there would be a certain memorable mayhem in such an event. But when I am working quietly in my office, I often see a neighborhood scout stroll past. They are usually startled to see me there, and are often not so nonchalant about it. My March visitor had been examining something in the plantings off to the side of the window when I noticed. I managed to reach my camera and work to the opposite edge of the window for a snapshot. It was unexpected for the cat to remain in one place so long, and I was able to focus the camera, more-or-less, and get a picture through the angle of the window. I think the cat heard the shutter mechanism and noticed my movement, because it slumped down in a kind of timid wariness. My second snapshot was quite enough and the animal scuttled off under the corner rhododendrons and out of site. Similarly, our Askani was a timid indoor-outdoor cat when she first joined our household in 1995. She retains some of that furtively alert quality ten years later, although she seems completely at ease most of the time. There was a black Bombay kitten that visited our back porch last Fall, and Vicki would put water out for her. I wonder if this is that little one, grown and wiser in the ways of the street life of cats. There's no collar and we don't know if there's a household haven nearby. She seems clean and well-fed enough to be someone's outdoor cat. Comments: Post a Comment 2005-04-21The Unreliability of Election Systems is Not Technological
ACM News Service: Carter-Baker Commission Weighs U.S. Voting Changes. It is interesting to learn of these seemingly high-minded approaches for adding trustworthiness to the election process, living in a state where the 2004 gubernatorial election remains in dispute and is slowly wending its way through the courts. What's clear here in King County, Washington, where we have optical mark-sense ballots, is that the logistics, human processes, and failures to preserve auditability put the benefits of a paper-record optical ballot as in doubt as any other choice. It is also a problem in that, at least during recounts, election workers will "enhance" ballots that are marked too faintly and sometimes too ambiguously so they will pass in the scanner. The handling of absentee and provisional ballots failed badly, to the point that one begins to wonder how going to an all-mail ballot system will work at all. Comments: Post a Comment Teens on Privacy, Blogging, and First Amendment Rights - And Adult Confusion
ACM News Service: Next Gen Weighs a 'Secure' Future. Kim Zetter's 2005-04-18 Wired News article gives new meaning to sophistication. The edited transcription provides a sense of the delight that these young people brought to the session. I didn't know about this event until Danah blogged about coming to Seattle to lead the panel. That was enough to discover that Bruce Schneier was the luncheon speaker that day and I could register for the one day. It was a day playing hookey from my dissertation project, and I needed it [;<). Comments: Post a Comment |
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