Posts By: Ms. Jen

More on DDT: The Fertility of Women and Men is Effected

More from the LA Times on Legacy of DDT:

Women who were exposed while still in the womb to the pesticide DDT are more likely to experience delays in getting pregnant, according to a study of California mothers and daughters published today in an international medical journal.

The report by the Public Health Institute in Berkeley is the first scientific evidence that DDT that collects in women’s bodies can affect their female offspring many years later, when they reach adulthood and attempt to reproduce.

The findings support a controversial theory that pesticides and other environmental contaminants that mimic sex hormones are altering human fertility and health.

At the end of the LA Times articles:

Another study recently reported that men exposed to pesticides have as much as a 30-fold reduction in sperm quality.

From the Global Programme for Action website, reporting on the effects to human male fertility:

In a study in India, a group of men who worked with DDT was found to have decreased fertility, and a significant increase in still births, neonatal deaths and congenital defects among their children. Israeli men with unexplained fertility problem were also found to have high blood levels if DDT.

More links on this subject:
BBC: Health Pesticides ‘reduce male fertility’
The Lancet Journal

Warning: Boy in a Great Bathing Suit

God only knows how I have this site filed under “Design” in my Bookmarks… but WOW! and Hee hee hee…. All the way home… Cough Cough Cough.
Anywho, I just got off the phone with Thomas. I was explaining the concept of blogging to him, when I told him I would send him links of design folks who blog. There I am, looking in the “Design” section of my bookmarks, when I stumble across this…
Make sure to click on the man in the fun striped bathing suit to see all his poses.

The Bald Eagles are Back!

Today the LA Times and KPCC both reported that Bald Eagles are officially back in Southern California for the first time since the 1930s. What they mean is that there are two nine week old eaglets living in a nest near Lake Hemet.
The LA Times article states:

If the 9-week-old eaglets survive, federal and state wildlife officials say, they will have begun repopulating the southern end of their historical nesting range before bald eagles were all but wiped out in California by coastal development and the manufacture and use of the pesticide DDT.

The farthest south that successful nests have been found in California since recovery efforts began is in central Santa Barbara County, said Ron Jurek, who coordinates bald eagle recovery tracking statewide for the Department of Fish and Game.

The LA Times article was front page in the California section and had two large pictures. When I saw the first picture and the headline, my heart jumped. After reading the whole thing, my frist thought was “Thank God, we have finally done something right.”
This is the first nestlings that have made it past the egg stage in SoCal since the 1930s. DDT in the environment weakened eggs to the point of no live hatchings, and development encroached on the coastline and lakes of the area. Bald eagles have in the last few years returned to Big Bear Lake in the winter time, but go north to breed. Until now.
Many of you know that I am a big bird fan and feel very frustrated by the continual unstoppable development of SoCal. When nature and common sense prevails over rich developers making more money, I feel encouraged. The DDT that destroyed the eggs of eagles, pelicans, and many other birds certainly effected the whole of the ecosystem and not just the birds. There is still a huge plume of DDT off the coast of Palos Verdes and South Santa Monica Bay.
I have seen 2 bald eagles in the wild in my life. First one was in the summer of 1990, when my dad and I were putting around the shoreline of Catalina Island, near White’s Landing, and we had the pleasure of watching a bald eagle fish in a kelp bed no more than 50 feet from our little boat. The second time was last summer as my mom and I were driving around June Lake (in the Sierra Nevada mtns.) and a bald eagle was soaring above the lake and road. Truly amazing.

Steve Soto – The Man!

Ok, I am just going to continue on with my Music Theme today. Today’s issue (Vol 8 No 42) of the OC Weekly has a cover feature called “The 129 Greatest OC Bands Ever.”
Now, folks here in Orange County love to complain that the OC Weekly is just a fluffy *supposed* indie (owned by the Village Voice Conglomerate) with bad writing, lame features, and lots of backstabbing gossip. But for once, the OC Weekly got it right: of the 129 bands ranked in the article, No Doubt is 118 of 129, and Lit is 127, where as tons of more worthy bands were up in the top 100.
The best part is that Mr. Steve Soto recieved #1 (Adolescents), #9 (Joyride), #35 (Agent Orange) and #77 (Manic Hispanic). I do believe not a single other OC musician can claim so many of the bands that he/she have been in, or is still in, so far up in the list or even ranking at all. Congratulations Steve, you can now add #1 to your title next to “The Nicest Guy in Punk Rock”.

Ikki Nikki Three and a Half

Ok, I have been too busy for the last week to even think about posting, but when I did have a spare minute to think, I had nothing to post about that wouldn’t send my readers (Hi Lucky! Hi Alex!) into shear boredom…
But Gail Worley Saved the Day Today! Go Gail Go! She emailed me a link to her most recent feature interview in Request Magazine…. with Nikki Sixx! Hee hee hee hee….
On her fabulously pink new website, Gail states:

Oh yeah! I almost forgot, recently I got the Nikki Sixx interview I’d been chasing for years and years. That was pretty wild. It took four days to complete the interview. Sixx was like my Great White Whale forever. Now, I’ve finally bagged him.

Read the interview, and have a good laugh. I particularly like Sixx’s Cog Theory of the Music Industry. For as much as people may now bag on Motely Crue, or even bagged on them in 1987, from the first time I heard the band in 1984, I was very intrigued by Mr. Sixx’s machinations. From the Hollyweird scene gossip in 1984-1986, it was evident to me regardless of his personal stupidity with drugs that he had a brain in his head towards the band and his ambitions of what he wanted to do.
Some may say that Sixx’s recent statements that he wanted the early Motley Crue to be as much like the Dead Boys/early NYC punk as he wanted the band to be glam are revisionist in the wake of the large mid-1990s punk revival. But many in the early 1980s, who knew the band knew that Sixx was as enamored with early punk, esp. the NYC variety that was influenced by late glam, as he was by rock’n’roll of the 1970s.
I should out myself, before Erika does it for me, but I have always had a big thing for tall men with spiky black hair…. be they punk or be it my high school crush on Mr. Ikki Nikki Three and a Half. ;op

Dropkick Murphys : Blackout


I had a bit of a difficult day yesterday, and then, appearing in the magic of the my post office box, was the Epitaph/Hellcat press packet that I had requested. The day went from yuck to yeah with the insertion of the new Dropkick Murphys cd into the player….
I first became aware of and saw the Dropkick Murphys at the Middle East Downstairs in 1997. I thought they were ok, and went back upstairs for another glass of wine on the bakery side. In 1999, Alex West and I went to the Warped Tour in SoCal and both of us had heard that the Dropkicks had undergone a line-up change. With the addition of Al Barr on vocals, the Dropkicks put on a very good show that day.
The Dropkicks dropped into and took over my number one music fave slot with the release of Sing Loud, Sing Proud in Feb. of 2001. Basically, that cd went into the cd player on the drive out to Punk Rock Bowling ’01 and did not come out again, for years. And then Sing Loud, Sing Proud only came out of the cd player for an occasional listen of a few other bands…
So why, a nice sweet girl like yourself, a fan of the Dropkicks? I love how the band mixes street oi!-styled punk anthems with Irish traditional instruments and songs. There are a lot of bands who do celtic rock or celtic punk, but very few with the sheer blast of punk rock power that the Dropkicks deliver. The deep down growl of Al Barr’s voice, Ken Casey’s more stident vocals, big punk rock guitars, mandolin, penny whistle, bag pipes, and the amazing rolling/in&out drumming of Matt Kelly all combine to make a very powerful, very bouncy band.
While I have only had one listen to Blackout, I have been bouncing happily around the living room. Tonight I am going to their show at the Key Club in Hollyweird, and I will give a full report next week in the


Poem: William the Conqueror

William the Conqueror
for Jessica Heather Martin
Fly Purple Martin Fly
The only thing purple in the
chapel, besides the tint of your
Grandma Martin’s hair,
were the flowers in the funeral bouquets
fore and aft of your open coffin.
Fly Purple Martin Fly
Some said, after, that your wings
were first broken at twelve,
others said you had a broken picker.
Last time we saw you alive,
you told how you were leaving
him, how you were moving
back to your mom’s in Yorba Linda.
Excited to fly again,
you and I made plans to visit
the Getty or the Norton Simon.
Fly, Purple Martin, Fly high
your healed wings soaring
No art museum, open casket,
so unreal.
At the wake, in your mom’s small dining room,
your brother whispered,
Don’t let my grandmas hear, not
today, it will upset them worse,
but she was murdered.
Fly high, Purple Martin, Fly high
On May 23, 2003
one year later, the LA Times’ sub paper
The Daily Pilot reported that he was found
guilty. 3 felony accounts.
Assault, spousal abuse, and
attempt to persuade a witness not to testify.
It came out in your trial
that twice before he had sent
women to the hospital by his own hand.
Fly, dip on the wing, soar
little Martin, Fly free
You got life. He gets
11 years.
They couldn’t prove murder
because none of the neighbors heard you cry out
as he slammed your head on the floor.
Didn’t they know that little Martins with scarred wings
can’t sing anymore?
— by Jenifer Hanen

Geekdom, here I come…

Over the weekend, Lucky set up her own wi-fi world at home. She lives a few blocks away from the Pine Street Wi-Fi Hot Zone, but was not able to get it to connect at anything above a peep. When we talked today she was planning on convincing her landlord to set-up a hub, so she doesn’t have to go sit at George’s Greek Deli or in front of the movie theatre. For me, that would involve way too many hugs from George, given that I find it creepy when a man you don’t know comes to hug you as you walk into his restaurant…(the young hot guy waiters should be doling out the hugs.) But the food is excellent, and I return. Lucky and I thought that if she sat in front of the theatre that she could put out a tip jar and see if anyone would donate to a poor homeless wi-fi-er…. ;o)
So, the ante was up, as I do have to keep up with the Di Palma’s. I felt the need to figure out how to configure the Road Runner 2WIRE Home Portal (trademarked, I am sure) so that I could free myself from the tyranny of my desk and ethernet cable. Now, here I sit, 15 minutes and a few fiddlings later, on the lovely couch 8 feet from my desk writing this post. Naturally, the phone rang soon as I sat down, and I had to get up, as my phone is 1996 and is wired. Really….