Ahh, to live in a tree.

I’m a big fan of the treehouse.  Not just because of the secrecy of being above everyone else, or the hilarity of people who never look up.  Or for tree-climbing-as-sport.  Or for the views, or the way sunlight streams green through the leaves to wash your face.  Or from the accomplishment of building something yourself, with your own two hands.  It is all of these things, but also more nebulous (and idealized) getting in touch with my big backyard.

While it’s true that I may occasionally push through tangles of things, leave sticks in my hair, have grit under my nails, or eat bugs, I’m not a complete nature enthusiast.  I like camping, just not for weeks at a time.  I like coming home to a shower at the end of a grungy day or weekend.  As such, the treehouse is my ideal home away from home.  Cozy, quiet, and a bit removed, but still within shouting distance of all the conveniences of home.  So the thought of an actual tree home is appealing – it seems quieter somehow, more relaxed and at peace with itself.  Most likely, that’s all idealizations, but the Swiss Family Robinson has always been a little romantic to my way of thinking.  I almost want to be stranded on a desert island.

Thanks to aeroponics, I may not have to give up civilization for my ‘real’ treehouse.  Instead, we’re learning to grow houses made of tree from the roots up.  I’m all about the benefits of natural heating a cooling, and the pictures do look pretty good.  However, despite the fact that I’ve also been intrigued by geodesic dome houses, why are our treehouses roundish little bubbles?  If we’re training the tree how to grow, we can make it however we want, rather than like an airport terminal with leaves.  I like square shapes – they tend to fit the things I have.

But who knows?  Maybe by the time these houses are actually affordable (it will take 10 years for even a prototype to be ready, as we are growing these things from scratch), all the appliances, furniture, and random ‘stuff’ we tend to acquire will be fitted to this sort of curve.

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Generational Myth – ChronicleReview.com

Interesting and well thought out – so just read it.

Generational Myth – ChronicleReview.com.

The Cookie Gods

There are few things in life I like more than a cookie.  Just say the word – “cookie”.  It even sounds like it’s filled with goodness.  I love that my boss and other office minions delight in providing me with a daily cookie fix.  I love that the word is a source of humor either by itself (if you’re Shannon) or in various jokes involving tossed cookies or cowboys.  I love that Jason comfort-foods me with them.  For any of you who’ve ever read (or had read to them) the story Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, you’ll notice that cookies are one of the foods that never becomes a problem in falling from the skies.  Why?  Because cookies are simply never bad.

Which brings me to my next point – why are we not awash in a sea of cookie provender from benficent gods above?  As cookies cannot cause floods, they would be more useful than excessive rain.  And don’t I (Don’t you, ALL of you) deserve a cookie?  I think I do.  But how does one bring about a hail of cookies from the sky?  Have we already angered the cookie gods in some way we don’t know about?  Does our cloud-dough lack substance?  Did somebody leave out that pinch of salt that would provide an instant cookie downpour?

I cannot say.  But, I think, it would be advisable for those of us without cookies to begin an immediate cookie dance to bring down the cookies from the sky once again.  Couldn’t hurt, and provided no one breaks themselves, it would at least be entertaining.

Tar covered fiends…with a heart of gold.

Why is it that pirates, instead of striking fear into the hearts of many, strike admiration and desire?  Why is it that the words ‘gunbattle with pirates‘ interests rather than repulses me?  I’m not a fan of guns, let alone gun battles.  I mean, even the phrase ‘murdered by pirates’ is somehow, well, intriguing.

Dictionary.com defines a pirate as 1. a person who robs or commits illegal violence at sea or on the shores of the sea.  2. a ship used by such persons.  3. any plunderer, predator, etc.: confidence men, slumlords, and other pirates.  4. a person who uses or reproduces the work or invention of another without authorization.  Such definitions reduce the image of piracy to scummy criminals.  And the appearance of scum is associated with pirates – they’re all a little dirty, a little swarthy, and a little covered with the stains of their profession.  What could be more disturbing?

And yet…there’s something there.  I remember reading Treasure Island, which is considered a pirate classic, but the details are tenuous at best.  There’s something about Silver that is like piracy itself – does he have a heart of gold buried deep in there somewhere?  If not, what is it that attracts the mind’s eye towards him?  And who thinks that a hero, or even a role model, can be completely clean all the time?  What makes us want the pristine good guys?  What makes us want the slightly tarnished ones?