And another thing . . .
Thursday, February 24, 2005
have been announced. Good choices all around, and a very tough field. Really, any of the blogs, series, or posts in the Finals could have won. Just go read.
Check out my dad!
See, back home there's a big debate over the water company. Short version - the water company was being sold to a German corporation. Seems like about half the town wanted the city to purchase the water company instead, in the interests of local control. Lots of politics going on. The water company and anti-purchase groups put gobs of money into the November city council elections, managing to defeat a few pro-local ownership leaning council members, and the debate rages on.
Here's my dad's letter to the editor
(scroll down, 5th letter). Political activism must run in my family. Go Dad!!!
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Best be careful not to go after any long lobs on this tennis court!
I found this
Running in place
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
Why am I so busy, and yet getting so little accomplished?
It's just a question.
Dis, dat, and de other
Sunday, February 20, 2005
I'm up early again. I'm having a hard time sleeping lately. I'm tending to wake up around 5 or 6, and not able to go back to sleep. This sucks, by the way. I've been up this morning since about 5:30.
It does give me some time to catch up on my daily blog reading, though, since the family is all still asleep. Are you following this Jeff Gannon/James Guckert fiasco? Go check out Americablog
for most of the details. It's getting amusing.
has a must-read about a recent post by Riverbend
. So very sad.
Oh, yeah, and how flipping bizarre is this story
? I swear that picture looks photoshopped. I hope the little girl is ok.
Thoughts on treason
Friday, February 18, 2005
Following Digby's post a few days ago, Fafblog!
has a slightly different take on the concept of treason. It's absolutely hilarious, here's a sample:
Q: Oh no, I've accidentally committed treason! What do I do!
A: Don't worry there is still time to make up for it! America's very forgiving an there's always another second chance to cheer up your country after you've gotten it down. Here's a few examples:
♦ Calling America an illegal occupier --> three God Bless Americas, two public denunciations of Ted Kennedy as an Islamist sympathizer
♦ Voting against tort reform --> four America the Beautifuls, three strident blog posts on Why We Must Win
♦ Selling nuclear technology to North Korea --> four National Anthems, one delicious chocolate ice cream cake especially for the President
♦ Leaking a CIA agent's identity to Robert Novak --> one fifteen minute segment plugging White House policy on the Sunday morning talk show of your choice
♦ Leaking a CIA agent's identity to Robert Novak to get back at her treasonous husband --> Totally not treason! Buy yourself a taco.
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
hit me pretty hard. I'm kind of a slacker mom
myself, and I don't get too awfully worked up about preschool politics and such. But I've met many mothers just like the ones in the story. And I understand the issues completely. Hell, I would dearly love to work part time so that I could spend more time with my kid. But that's not very possible; who could afford it, with no benefits, no insurance, and still having the costs of part time care?
I am reminded that I'm very lucky to have a husband who is just as involved in parenting as I am.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Worth a look
Saturday, February 12, 2005
by Digby is interesting. I can't say I've seen this for myself, outside of reading these links, but then again, I avoid wingnuts and their blogs at all costs. I don't want to poison my life with their hate. I don't find it hard to believe though, and I'm not particularly paranoid.
I have gotten a few indications of this via e-mail, though, mostly from people just looking to get a rise out of me. I do my level best to ignore them, and succeed at that most of the time. Why would anyone (who's ever
even met me) think I might be interested in forwarded chain mails about Jane Fonda, liberals as traitors, or liberal media bias - (that last one makes me laugh)? It's a puzzle.
And I especially love these lines from Digby's post:
These right wingers should probably watch their steps. Their glass houses are lying in very sharp shards right under their feet.
It's not enough that they own the entire political landscape. Apparently, their frustration that we refuse to agree with them is so strong that they are having some sort of emotional collapse. We must place ourselves avowedly with them.
Well, people in hell want ice water, too. It's not going to happen.
I hope you've eaten breakfast already
Friday, February 11, 2005
Some people are just sick. Why would anyone do such a thing
? Especially when their state has a Safe Haven Law
. Sick bastards.
UPDATE - they're now saying this is a hoax. The good samaritan is actually the baby's mother. My comment still seems appropriate, though.
Thursday, February 10, 2005
I'm sick, the creeping crud has got me. Wash your hands often, people, and drink lots of orange juice.
is a really nice summary of claims vs. fact in the SS debate. In case that topic comes up in your daily conversations, it's a nice resource to keep handy.
I needed cheering up
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Amazing photography site here
. And here's the RSS feed
, in case you use a reader.
This post may not make a lot of sense. Don't worry about that, just ignore it if you like.
I'm so very sad. Family stuff. Something happened which has hurt me deeply, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. The person responsible for it is gone, so there will be no "closure" - and I hate that word, never use it. I'll never know why. I just don't know what to do
with all the hurt and anger. It just hits me every once in a while, and I'll start crying. Or like this morning, it was the first thing I thought of and I woke up crying. Such utter rejection by someone who was much loved. It doesn't seem like that was a two way street. I want this feeling to go away. Now.
Why are people so cruel?
Monday, February 07, 2005
I've been kind of busy protesting in a quiet way this weekend. Did any of you see this nonsense
? Bugmenot will work for that link, I think.
Anyway, the short version is that PBS has a show out called Postcards from Buster. It's a cute show, where this animated rabbit named Buster travels the country and visits with kids and families, learning about different areas. It's interesting how they have the animated character interact with real footage. My kid loves the show. An episode was taped in Vermont with, among other things, a lesbian couple and their kids. Wingnuts are worried - we can't have a lesbian couple portrayed as normal
, can we? Education Secretary Margaret Spellings asked PBS to pull the show, because (approximate quote) "many parents would not want their children exposed to these kinds of lifestyles". PBS says they pulled the show voluntarily, mere hours before they got the word from the administration, and the timing was a coincidence. My bullshit meter still works, and that's crap.
So I politely e-mailed KET and asked if they intended to air the episode. A couple of e-mails went back and forth, resulting in the final exchange below, which I thought was nice of the head honcho.
From me: Thank you for the reply. I do hope that if the opportunity to air this episode does occur, KET will do so. Education Secretary Spellings said that many parents would not want their children exposed to these kinds of relationships. There are many parents, including here in Kentucky, who would. My husband and I find it offensive that this decision is being made for us, especially since our friends who are gay and lesbian are a large part of our daughter's life. Thank you for your time and consideration of this challenging issue.
From head honcho dude at KET: You expressed a concern we have heard from many. And, your thoughtful opinion brings reason to the discussion rather than rants that only polarize. My thanks to you.
I will be keeping an eye on this, to see if KET eventually airs the episode. In truth, I haven't actually talked to the hub about this, but I know how he'd react. He would find it offensive, so I felt secure in saying that. I'm glad to hear they've heard the same concern from many. Honestly, as a parent it's my job to decide what my child sees, and I should have that choice. If other parents don't want their kids to see it, they shouldn't watch this episode
Also, there are lots of nice things here
. I especially like this:
Friday, February 04, 2005
Life is really strange sometimes.
During my freshman year of college, December of 1987, a good friend of mine had a baby girl. She was born during my finals, and I was the labor coach. I had to miss a final, but fortunately had a good prof who let me take it the next day. My friend didn't really have anyone else, because her dad was a real jerk. The most he would do was provide her a place to live, with a little emotional abuse thrown in for free. The baby was being adopted by a local couple, and they were at the delivery too. It was an open adoption, and they planned to keep my friend involved in their daughter's life - at some distance, for everyone's well-being. Sharing pictures and the like, never hiding how she came to be a part of their family. They were planning it that way at the time, anyway. They were a very kind, supportive couple, who really made a horrible decision as easy as possible for my friend. She felt good about the baby's future with them.
I saw them yesterday. I was working down at the university, and ran out to pick up some Indian food for lunch. They came in to the restaurant at the same time I did, and were seated at a table nearby. I kept glancing at them while I was waiting for my take-out, trying to figure out if I knew them. They just looked so
familiar. The woman was looking at me, too. Either I looked familiar to her as well, or she thought I was a mad stalker. And I was trying to be discreet, so I think it's the former.
Finally it came to me. They are the parents of that baby girl born so long ago. I didn't have the courage to speak to them, and that would not have been the most appropriate thing to do anyway. I mean, really, what could I have said? But ever since, I've been so curious. Their daughter would be 17 now.
What does she look like? Would I know her if I saw her? What is she like? Does she have any of my friend's traits? Is she happy, healthy, and strong? I wish I could know.
Bookmark this one
I like staying in touch with people from my whole life. Witness reconnecting with LL
after who knows how many years, and my ongoing connection with my bestest bud Carol Ann. We've been great friends since we were 7 years old, and with any luck, for the rest of our lives. She's a very important part of our family, and the child just adores her.
Another person who hangs out here is one of my favorite teachers from high school. You've seen him as Jay in the comments, I call him Mr. R., because that's as close as I can come to casualness (is that a word? I think it is.) with a former teacher.
He was one of those teachers who really put all he had into trying to reach the kids, and you could tell, if you were paying attention. Sadly, lots of the kids in my school weren't particularly paying attention, but I was. Of course, he had his moments of hilarity too. I remember him dropping a very heavy book on the desk of a student who was sleeping in class. And was there a time when he whizzed an eraser very near a kid who was probably smarting off? That seems to chime an ancient bell in my brain. Things just seemed to happen
in his class. I had a huge fight with my friend Jennifer over . . . what was it, American History? She had the rare talent of being able to sleep with her eyes open, and she always wanted to copy my notes. I shared my notes with her for a while, but I got tired of that right quick, and told her she needed to wake up. I couldn't figure out why she'd want to sleep during an interesting class. Boy, was she pissed when I wouldn't share my notes with her anymore. Of course, I liked school, and she really didn't, she was just trying to get through it and move on. I wanted to move on too, I suppose, but as long as I was already there, I wanted to learn as much as possible.
When I graduated from school, there were a couple of teachers who I knew had really made a difference in my life. He was one of them. Shortly after I graduated I wrote them thank you notes, which is quite a pitiful way to express how important they had been in my education, but it was the best option I had. I was far too shy at that time to say anything remotely like that in person. Hell, I probably still wouldn't do that. But post it online, where anyone can read it? Why, sure! I can't remember who the other teachers were. Dr. Roy? Mrs. Carr? There were two others, I think. These were definitely not teachers with easy classes (I'm not sure there really were any easy classes at Model). But when you came out at the end, you realized how much you had learned. I know that Mr. R. was one of the teachers who mattered to me. He made history come alive, and everything started to make sense in his class.
Like I said, if you were paying attention.
A while back, I ran across his name online somewhere. Gee, was it on Classmates? Or on the state e-mail address list while I was looking for someone else? I can't remember. In any case, I e-mailed him to see if it was the same person, and sure enough . . .
I'm awfully glad to be back in touch with him, and to know how he's doing now. His wife is lovely, and I've enjoyed lunch with them on several occasions. I should have guessed that our politics were quite similar. Like I said, he always made sense! Heh. But actually, I don't remember his politics ever coming through in class. If you had asked me or any other student, we wouldn't have had a clue how he felt personally about any issue. It's nice now, though, to chat with him about politics. He's exceptionally intelligent and well-informed, and as a former history teacher, he sees the big picture more than most people do.
Oh, look, he's blushing when he reads this, I bet.
Anyway, back to the title of this post. Bookmark this
Could be fun
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
has the best way to potentially survive the SOTU tonight, just in case you're planning to watch it. I'm not, personally. I can't even listen to that man's voice on the radio - I have to turn it down. To see him smirking and lying would be too much for me. I respect those who can stand to watch it, and may keep up with the liveblogging of the SOTU on my laptop. Maybe. Or maybe I'll just watch HGTV or something. This is when I miss Food Network, living here in the back of beyond as I do.
That post went off track right there at the end, didn't it? And sadly, I'm far too lazy to change it.
Nice new resource
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
launches tomorrow, 2/2, and will start out with a bang by liveblogging and researching statements from the imperial idiot's SOTU address.
Yeah, that's right
The older I get, the more I suspect that that occasional feeling of "who thought it was a good idea to make me an adult?" never actually goes away.
. . .
Thing is, you eventually realize that there really isn't a moment when you stop feeling young and start feeling adult. You're just always you. And that's oddly comforting, despite the occasional moments of cognitive dissonance.
Yes, I'm sometimes stunned that I'll be 36 in a couple of months. Can that be right? Surely not.
I know, I know, Mr. R., no talk about getting older. I don't actually mind getting older, and I do quite realize that I'm not old. Truthfully, I always thought my thirties would be "my" decade, and so far it has been, granted the occasional bumps in the road. This has been an enjoyable time so far thanks mostly to the child and husband, of course. But still, where does the time go, and why does it go faster and faster every year?
35 is good. As were 30, 31,
32 (apparently, I was 31 twice), 33, and 34. I have some hope for 36 as well. And let's face it, anything had to be an improvement over my 20s. Divorce, trauma, drama. Yuck! And I wouldn't go back to being a teenager for all the money in the world.
It just hits you sometimes. My kid will start kindergarten in the fall. And it seems like she was just
born. I'll consider going to my 20th high school reunion in a couple of years. 20 years
? When I was younger, that seemed so old to me. And yet, now it's not. Your perspective changes everything, right?
You know what I don't
like? I don't like the feeling that my life is getting away from me. I want to enjoy life as much as possible for as long as I can, and I sometimes feel I'm just drifting along, letting life happen to me, still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. I don't like that.