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		<title>Must Have Done Something to Piss Him Off</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2012/02/02/must-have-done-something-to-piss-him-off/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:09:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the terriers &#8212; &#38; I&#8217;m pretty sure I know which one &#8212; took a crap in one of my slippers, probably sometime yesterday. When I went to put it on this morning it felt like a sock or &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2012/02/02/must-have-done-something-to-piss-him-off/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One of the terriers &#8212; &amp; I&#8217;m pretty sure I know which one &#8212; took a crap in one of my slippers, probably sometime yesterday. When I went to put it on this morning it felt like a sock or something rolled up in there so I reached in with my hand, grabbing a big, now flattened, piece of dog crap. Actually, he was probably trying to be good, since he knows he&#8217;s house trained. Must have really had to go but been embarrassed so tried to hide the evidence. Carole thought the whole thing was hysterical, of course, but it took be a bit longer to see the humor.</p>
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		<title>Crazy November Weather!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 17:30:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s the middle of November, a time when we often have snow, but it must be nearly 70 outside this afternoon. Carole &#038; I are going to meet a friend and go take a walk in the woods with the &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2010/11/14/crazy-november-weather/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s the middle of November, a time when we often have snow, but it must be nearly 70 outside this afternoon. Carole &#038; I are going to meet a friend and go take a walk in the woods with the two boy terriers.</p>
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		<title>The Dogs Dream in Tandem</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/10/25/the-dogs-dream-in-tandem/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 14:53:02 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Dogs]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m sitting on the bed looking out through the bedroom window over the river as I write and the two terriers are sleeping on either side of my outstretched legs. The dream together: at almost the same instant, both Jett &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/10/25/the-dogs-dream-in-tandem/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sitting on the bed looking out through the bedroom window over the river as I write and the two terriers are sleeping on either side of my outstretched legs. The dream together: at almost the same instant, both Jett and Candy begin twitching their ears and moving their paws, emitting little subvocalized yelps. I&#8217;ve also noticed that at times when one is sleeping and the other awake, the waking dog pays no attention to the other&#8217;s dream barks, which would not be the case if both were awake &#8212; when they pay close attention to each other and will often set each other off barking if one hears something outside.</p>
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		<title>Hanoi Street Scene</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/07/20/hanoi-street-scene/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 11:17:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<title>Dogs (VN Diary No. 39)</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/05/26/dogs-vn-diary-no-39/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2009 02:39:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[The taxi&#8217;s route to the airport passes through a number of suburban neighborhoods of varying degrees of prosperity and in each I noticed well cared for dogs on people&#8217;s stoops. I&#8217;d noticed this in Hanoi, too, and it was one &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/05/26/dogs-vn-diary-no-39/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The taxi&#8217;s route to the airport passes through a number of suburban neighborhoods of varying degrees of prosperity and in each I noticed well cared for dogs on people&#8217;s stoops. I&#8217;d noticed this in Hanoi, too, and it was one of the differences from eight years ago, when the few pet dogs I saw looked skinny and flea-bitten. Then there are the jokes about eating dog meat, but that practice seems to be receeding to the margins, confined mostly to older men concerned about their verility.  In the old days, I never saw anyone walking a dog on a lead, but the practice has become fairly common in Hanoi, where, in the mornings, people go down to the lake to exercise, many taking their dogs, who for the most part sit quietly waiting for their masters to finish their calesthenics or their badmitton game. The happy and contented dogs are a mark of increasing prosperity, I think. For purely sentimental reasons, I&#8217;m happy to see the change.</p>
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		<title>Writers &amp; their Dogs</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/02/10/writers-their-dogs/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:42:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Via The Valve, a portfolio of photographs by Jill Krementz of writers and their dogs.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Via <a href="http://www.thevalve.org/go">The Valve</a>, a <a href="http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/node/205235">portfolio of photographs</a> by Jill Krementz of writers and their dogs.</p>
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		<title>Balmy</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 18:56:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[You know it has been a cold week when 20 degrees feels warm. Went out &#38; filled the bird feeders, shoveled last night&#8217;s inch of snow off the porch, started the old Subaru to see if it would go (cranked &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/18/balmy/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You know it has been a cold week when 20 degrees feels warm. Went out &amp; filled the bird feeders, shoveled last night&#8217;s inch of snow off the porch, started the old Subaru to see if it would go (cranked right over on the first try), and generally breathed outdoor air. When Carole gets home from the barn, the dogs are going to get their first walk in several days.</p>
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		<title>Happy New Year</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/01/happy-new-year/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 15:20:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was only an accident that I was awake for the actual moment of the new year&#8217;s arrival. Neither Carole nor I have been awake for the turning of the year in many years and last night we went to &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2009/01/01/happy-new-year/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was only an accident that I was awake for the actual moment of the new year&#8217;s arrival. Neither Carole nor I have been awake for the turning of the year in many years and last night we went to bed, as usual, around eleven o&#8217;clock, but one of the terriers woke me up jumping on or off the bed at about five to twelve. I can&#8217;t read an alarm clock without my glasses, so we have one of those old-fogie jobs that projects the time on the ceiling. The dog settled back down and I lay there watching the red numbers tick away to midnight. Very peaceful. This morning we drank black coffee &amp; ate steel-cut oats with dried cherries, pecans, and brown sugar. I put half &amp; half in my cereal; Carole virtuously put buttermilk in hers.</p>
<p>So anyway, every once in a while my friend (and frequent commenter on this blog) Ed Mycue sends me a sheaf of poems, which I read and put in a folder. Yesterday as I was trying to organize some manuscripts and drafts in a file drawer, I pulled out a stack of Ed&#8217;s poems. This one was on top &#8212; I think it may have arrive around this time last year &#8212; and I thought it would make a good New Year statement. <em>Tempus fugit</em> &amp; all that.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><strong>Wellness Report</strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">i press on slogging through the daily shit with a silly smile on my lips possibly. up to my ankles in new ideas and dead friends. you can&#8217;t stay mad at life although madness is a condition with a long tail. and has a zoom lens. the labyrinth snakes through dreams switching evolutions and exchanging stigmas. ah me, said the iceland singer as she took another swing at the australian paparazzi.</p>
<p>That pretty much sums it up, I think. I&#8217;ve put out fresh suet and scattered seeds for the winter birds &#8212; it was ten below this morning when we woke up, but the sun is shining &amp; we have a roaring fire going in the wood stove</p>
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		<title>Between Storms</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 20 Dec 2008 18:34:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just went out into a bright, sunny afternoon to shovel the walks and deck clear of last night&#8217;s foot of snow. It&#8217;s cold &#8212; hovering around zero &#8212; so the snow is light and easy to move. I cut a &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/12/20/between-storms/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just went out into a bright, sunny afternoon to shovel the walks and deck clear of last night&#8217;s foot of snow. It&#8217;s cold &#8212; hovering around zero &#8212; so the snow is light and easy to move. I cut a racetrack around the dogrun in back so that the terriers wouldn&#8217;t be over their heads. Have to keep ahead of the shoveling, though, since the forecast is for another foot starting tonight. As I was taking a break &amp; leaning on my snow shovel, I stood still near the bird feeder and let the chickadees fly up and down around me, cold enough that I could hear the beating of their wings. All the while I was there, a harry woodpecker braced himself against the pole with his tail and pecked at the suet I&#8217;d put out yesterday. The sun was remarkably warm for December, though the air was cold, &amp; we were all enjoying it, I think, the animal pleasure of warm sun in mid-winter.</p>
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		<title>Dogs &amp; Justice</title>
		<link>http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/12/10/dogs-justice/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 01:52:14 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>jd</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Fred Clark points to interesting research that shows that a dog has a basic sense of fairness, at least when they are the ones being treated unfairly. If you have two dogs who know how to &#8220;shake&#8221; and you put &#8230; <a href="http://www.sharpsand.net/2008/12/10/dogs-justice/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://slacktivist.typepad.com/slacktivist/2008/12/doggie-justice.html">Fred Clark points</a> to interesting research that shows that a dog has a basic sense of fairness, at least when they are the ones being treated unfairly. If you have two dogs who know how to &#8220;shake&#8221; and you put them side by side, then ask them to shake, but reward only one with a treat, the one who doesn&#8217;t get rewarded will fairly quickly lose interest in cooperating with you. Clark also points out that the press reports of the research make a common error, confusing justice with envy, then makes an analogy to human justice:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The researchers might have conducted a parallel study while carrying out this research. They could have hired two graduate assistants, telling each of them that they would be paid $100 at the end of each day&#8217;s research. And then, at the end of each day, they could have paid the first assistant, but not the second &#8212; not the underdog. My theory is that the underdog would quickly become &#8220;less and less inclined&#8221; to continue showing up for work.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">In the case of these hypothetical assistants, of course, no one would mischaracterize the unpaid underdog&#8217;s response as &#8220;envious.&#8221; She might be angry, but she&#8217;d be refusing to cooperate not because she&#8217;s <em>jealous</em> of the other assistant, but because she is the victim of an injustice &#8212; because the situation is clearly <em>unfair.</em> Her response is not motivated by envy but by a sense of justice.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">The <em>Times</em> and <em>National Geographic</em> reports on the actual study do not allow for the possibility that a similar motive is at work in the dog&#8217;s response. They don&#8217;t seem to recognize the significant and crucial distinction between &#8220;angry at unfair treatment&#8221; and &#8220;envious.&#8221; <em>National Geographic</em> stumbles toward a clarification, conceding that &#8220;this kind of envy&#8221; is &#8220;really an aversion to unequal reward,&#8221; but then their article goes right back to using the word envy as though these two things were reliably interchangeable.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">This particular confusion is, sadly, quite popular. We hear exactly this same bit of madness almost constantly from apologists for irresponsible wealth. Express any concern about inequality or about the plight of those who have less than the minimum amount they need to get by and they will say you are guilty of &#8220;the politics of envy.&#8221; Try to explain the distinction and they will, in turn, explain that they understand what you&#8217;re saying, they simply reject it. &#8220;Justice,&#8221; they will insist, is simply a polite euphemism for disguised envy. The virtue is just a mask for the vice.</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">It&#8217;s not surprising that they would argue such a thing. Of <em>course</em> they don&#8217;t believe there&#8217;s any such thing as justice in this life or any other. That&#8217;s what they&#8217;re <em>banking</em> on. Envy they accept as real. Justice they regard as mere superstition.</p>
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