Yes, I’m angry.

This is reposted from my Facebook, because my whole world is not there.

Yeah, I’m mad. Most of y’all probably haven’t seen that. There isn’t a lot worth getting mad about.

The widespread systemic abuse and murder committed by people we’re supposed to trust is worth being mad about. It worth being doubly mad if you’re part of that system we’re supposed to trust- you don’t want to be dragged down by a system that capitalizes on control over communication.

The fact (yes, fact) that this systemic abuse and murder disproportionately effects black and brown bodies is worth getting mad about.

Military equipment, tactics, and personnel being deployed agains civilians is worth getting mad about.

I’m insulated. These days, I’m living the good life and I expect to keep on doing so. That is a luxury. It’s a new one for me. I fought hard to get here. And I got lucky, I had some helping hands pull me up along the way.

For some people, it wouldn’t matter. I’ve been anxious in a traffic stop, but I’ve never worried about being murdered on the spot. It should be entirely reasonable to protest that. Let yourself be angry.

Military response to justified anger only works if you’re willing to kill everyone to justify the previous murders. For reference see…all of history. It. Doesn’t. Work.

It doesn’t matter if there are people taking advantage or protests, or even protestors damaging property *or even people.* There are already penalties for that…and you know how they’re able to do this shit? Because the militarized forces are willing to escalate. That provides fertile ground for all the things people are worried protesters might do.

Most of those protestors are kids. I saw more than a few familiar faces on the local feeds. They’re 18, 19, 20. They’re armed with signs. I am so incredibly proud of them for standing up, and for taking care of each other.

But it doesn’t matter. It does not matter. It is the job of the police to de-escalate. To “keep the peace.” Plenty of armed protests, including Oregon in ’16 and the recent anti-lockdown protests, where heavily, openly armed. De-escalation is possible. De-escalation is their job.

Their job is not to throw a local student bodily out of the road when she stood down a tank that should not have been there, on a usually pedestrian filled street, in broad daylight, on a day without a curfew. Or, for that matter, at all. We restrain farm animals with more care and dignity.

So, yes, I’m angry.

I’m happy to talk. Its *&%#! hard and sometimes I might need a break, but I’m happy to talk things out endlessly.

With one exception. I will not condone in any way shape or form any justification of militarized forces or equipment deployed against civilians, and I will not accept any justification of extrajudicial murder, ever.

Retail Therapy

As I do every year around this time, I made my barn wishlist. People tend to look at you funny when you ask for whips for the holidays! So I make a list for me, and a couple times throughout the year I pick something from it.

This past year I got my treat pouch, a hackamore and slip ear bridle for Buffy (which sadly didn’t fit right– which reminds me, I should bring it home to tailor), and long lines (by which I mean dog leads, they’re cheaper and better).

I made this year’s list public, in case y’all want to send a present to a stranger’s animal! Horses (and burros), cats, and pups…and now I’m going to go add something for fishy and friends because I feel guilty.

The list is through Amazon, the products are not.

Best Breeds?

A post tonight by the fabulous DocHollandD about an ag class exploded, and quickly involved into a discussion of everyones fave breeds and crosses, and the dreams of what we we chose to raise.

For me that’s California Red sheep, mini Jersey cows (about three), and a complex assortment of horses. Oh, and a herd of fertile mules. You read that right. It’s been an obsession of mine since freshman bio.

Most animal folks can answer in a heart beat.

But what informs our choices? How do those choices effect conservation…and the communities those breeds and types are imbedded in? I touched on this in ASEH 2018 Tweets, and it has been central to a lot of my public history coursework. It was even a large part of my comprehensive exams. And it is part of why I explore what breed has meant in the past.

What, to you, makes a breed worth having?

What makes them worth conserving?

Header image: GF Hamids Tamora with colt GF Brigadoon, by the Al Khamsa stallion Mohummed Kazam, at Four Oaks Arabians, Breezewood, PA.

Tonight: Watch and Discuss Equus! — Equine History Collective

Tonight, January 16th, and next Wednesday, January 23rd, PBS will be airing the two-part documentary Equus: Story of the Horse at 8 p.m. (check local listings). For more information, and to see the preview, visit From their website: “Join anthropologist Dr. Niobe Thompson and equine experts on a two-part adventure around the world and […] […]

SHOT 2018 Schedule

Where is Kat? IMG_0905

–Afternoon arrival
–4:30ish pre-Plenary meetup

–7am Grad Breakfast
–8am Graduate Students’ Flash Talks
–10:30am Future of SHOT: Gateways to the Next 60 Years
–3:30pm Technology, Modernity, and Human-Animal Relations
–SHOT Business Meeting
–8pm Grad Mixer

–8am Graduate Student Workshop I 
–10:30am Graduate Student Workshop II 
–ECIG Lunch
–1:30pm An Offering of Tools, and Advice for a Post-Grad Work/Life; Or, ‘Get a Job!’
–3:30pm Navigating Technological Color Lines: Networks and Mobility in African American History
–5:30 Linda Hall Library/Maintainers

–Leaving ultra early

Fishy Friend

   A couple weeks ago, we went to PetSmart for litter and came home with a fish. Like one does. A blue veiltail betta, to be specific. With an aquaponic tank. I broadcast seeded some catgrass (mostly oat) and that grew great. The basil was not so successful. I didn’t have enough of the little clay balls to support it at first, and the stems rotted. Ew. The cats are pretty thrilled with their new TV. grassScreen Shot 2018-08-08 at 3.20.34 PM







   Anyway. Back to the fish. His name is Belafonte. He’s quite active, and brave. He thought I was Godzilla for the first day, but know he knows I am the food bringer. He’s taken a pellet from my finger, and jumped for bloodworms. He likes his plants and furniture. Seems healthy. All good, right? Well, two days ago he decided that he absolutely would not eat anymore pelleted food. He wants the dried wormy treats. Like a cat that refuses the kibble and insists they will starve to death if you don’t give them the mushy food. I’m hoping he gets hungry before I need to give in.