People Who Write and Talk Better Than I Do:

Once again it's been ridiculously long since I last blogged and as a result I have 13 emails in my inbox of articles and videos, etc I sent myself as a reminder to blog about them when I had the time. Clearly this system needs improvement. Most of these things need no explanation, they're just worth checking out, particularly this adorable Times article about a 12 year old burgeoning food critic. It's one of those people stories I love. And I just want to give the kid a hug -- you can't look at the picture of him without wanting to pat him on the head and pinch his cheeks. 

Dahlia Lithwick, Slate's resident awesome Supreme Court Reporter, has outdone herself with her recent report on the oral arguments presented last week in the somewhat odd free speech/ freedom of religion case concerning the quirky Summums in a righteous battle for equal "monumental" representation. The implications are interesting to say the least, and Lithwick's playful prose adds significantly to the enjoyment. 

Also, I've been talking for a while about all the dastardly things Lame Duck Bush may get up to while everyone is (rightfully) distracted by the President Elect and his administration-building. Well, looks like the Times was paying attention as well (again, this is over a week old, but still very relevant); they scratched the surface of the likely and current goings-on, and will hopefully keep poking around. 

And for the truly important thing: The frankly insulting and devastating passage of four anti-gay (anti-American, more like) ballot measures. First, it's important to note (though its been ably debunked by many already) that the increased black voter turnout is not what doomed Prop 8 to passage in California. As Nate Silver of my favorite site fivethirtyeight.com explains, it's really all the old fogeys' fault, and luckily were looking at inevitable and eventual success (though I'm the first to say that any success is long overdue). Dan Savage corroborates hilariously on Colbert:

Dan Savage also talked about the oft-overlooked Arkansas ballot measure, which strikes an egregious blow against the rights of a significant chunk, if not the majority, of adults in Arkansas and almost certainly spells disaster for the foster care system in the state. Savage explains it far better than I, but it's just flat out disgusting what millions of people voted in favor of this past election day. We're talking about people and families and love. I leave you with Keith Olbermann and his words of wisdom. Right on!

It's Done.

I feel a little bit like Frodo at the end of Lord of the Rings, when he's finally cast the One Ring into the lava and destroyed the evil power that has taken over Middle Earth. Instead of elation, he feels spent and tired. Maybe it's just that I came down with a cold immediately following the election, but I think that I'd feel this way (just not as congested) if I were perfectly healthy. It's been a battle being a liberal surviving the Bush years. Trying my hardest not to give in to cynicism and hate for the uber-right, and maintaining hope that sanity and goodness will prevail was not easy, and admittedly at times I failed terribly. But now that the end is near, now that we're Frodo and Sam clambering back from the precipice, waiting for the rescue we initiated to be executed, and to be delivered back to good, it's time to collapse into our relief. It's time to take a few days or even weeks to recover, to learn what the new reality means for us and to recalibrate how we interact with the world, what we expect from it.

Everything, starting now and solidifying on January 20th, with be different. Everything. Not just that we have a black president (which is remarkable and fantastic enough), but that, as Judith Warner talks about in her recent post, we have someone who speaks to all of us, who values intelligence and curiosity, pragmasism and consideration, who believes in the goodness of people and that we are all of worth. He's the president we've wanted, we've craved for eight years. And now that he's here, the joyous celebration that I expected has not come. It is a quiet and desperate relief instead. It's the reaction of the team that's given all they've got and survived, wrung-out, and needs to collect itself for the next game. But all the same, as I've been saying since they called it:

These are my Days of Jubilee.

I cried.

I'm not ashamed to say that I started to tear up, right here in the office, as I read (for the second time this year) the last paragraphs of Obama's speech, quoted in this particularly perceptive post on fivethirtyeight.com. Maybe it's because I'm searching for my own way to serve, or that just wrote a dvar torah for my meeting at Central tonight about connecting to others and working together to simultaneously make a better world and preserve our humanity, but I can't help but think, Obama gets it. He has more than intellect and judgement and ideas. He has heart, he has soul, and he is connected to others. He believes in being his brother's keeper (unlike a certain sibling in last week's Torah portion); he lives the line in Ephesians (a book in the New Testament that I've always liked): be subject to one another. He has a perceivable humanity, and rather than voting for him because I'd like to grab a beer together, I'm voting for him because I'd like to make the world a better place together. And I like that he asks me, each of us, to join him. So I cried in hope, I cried in anticipation. I cried in desperation to get started. I cried because I want to connect, and move forward--together.

Oui On Peut!

Two of the stories in this past weekend's Metropolitan Diary capture exactly what I always dream New York can be (but so rarely is). In particular, I like the first story about the impromptu block party surrounding a couch being put out to pasture. I wonder if something similar would ever happen in my neighborhood... I somehow suspect not. 

And in current events, Rolling Stone Magazine this week has a scarily illuminating article (co-written by RFK Jr.), Block the Vote, about the voter suppression that is apparently occurring across the country -- in a more widespread manner than in 2000 or 2004. Talk about voter fraud that is destroying the very fabric of our country's democracy. Similarly, Bob Herbert's column, The Real Scandal, lambasts McCain's efforts at scaring up controversy around ACORN when his own campaign is tainted (corroborated by Olbermann's wrly angry segment on his show Countdown, tonight). 

Additionally, two Ivy-League finance/ econ professors have an Op-Ed in today's Times, This Bailout Doesn't Pay Dividends, about how the current bailout plan is far from strict enough when dealing with the recalcitrant banks that are benefitting. It really does make one wonder just how bad things have to get before we're able to pass a measure that has no loopholes, and gets the job done with sufficient, comprehensive oversight? We really need to get this right, and it looks like we're stumbling around, trying to clean up the messes inch by inch, debacle by debacle. 

And now I leave you with this, your moment of Zen:

Smart Girls Have More Fun

I think this is probably true because smart people can appreciate humor on multiple levels. (Spoken like a true smart person, if I do say so...) Amy Poehler has a new web-based show, Smart Girls at the Party, that celebrates girls being intelligent, constructive and confident. Scarily, this is probably one of the few reality-based shows that depicts girls as both having working brains AND being awesome people you want to hang out with. Is it too much to ask that this start a new trend? Since when is intelligent boring? Why is stupid, drunk and blindly promiscuous ratings-grabbing? I surely don't know. 

So today I officially scheduled myself to sleep in and recharge. I haven't done so in ages, and seriously needed the rest. Of course, that meant that one of the four construction projects within a 1-block radius of my house decided that jackhammering at 7am this morning was a must. I was dumbfounded. Rudely awakened by mind-splitting noise at the crack of dawn on a Saturday is perhaps the most brutal thing to experience (in a non-combat sense). I was barely coherent, not at all awake, and yet incredulous. I hauled out of bed, with a fire in my eyes that could kill and stomped to the other bedroom on the other side of the apartment, whose window thankfully looks out away from the construction, thus dulling the noise. I managed to get in another couple hours of sleep but I had to have still been hearing the jackhammering because I woke up with a migraine. Not at all what I had been planning for this day of recuperation. I'm still in a residually foul mood, but it's been helped enormously by catching an airing of Bill Cosby's fantastic stand-up show in Canada circa 1981. The whole thing is sidesplitting, but his bit on the dentist is particularly irreverent:

My big plan for the rest of the day: Grocery Shopping. I have a recipe for chicken salad that I'm itching to try out. I seriously miss the culinary genius of Open City's chicken salad sandwich. Now I just have to get dressed. Groan.

F is for Friday

A few days ago I wrote a particularly awesome post, but then the blogger system didn't work and said post (with excellent hyperlinking and all) was lost. Not even the back button could recover the precious work. But this explains, in part, the mini hiatus of the last two weeks.

Gawker has provided yet more proof of America's unassailable superiority and evidence that righteous jingoism is entirely justified. We are truly a country to be universally proud of. [Note that my sarcastic tone doesn't mean that I believe the opposite of what I just said, but rather that some national introspection might be called for before unilaterally and unqualified-ly labeling the US the single greatest nation on earth, with no need for progress or betterment.]

Also, because most of my posts of late have been distinctly political in nature, I felt it was time to comment on something less election related. Let's see how far I get: (cue musical effect of spinning a choices wheel a la Wheel of Fortune) tick, tick, tick... tick. Ah, the economy! Warren Buffet's contribution to the New York Times (ok, so I'm having trouble breaking out of set patterns) today has added to the growing urgency I feel to buy stocks. As Warren explains, now is the time to get great deals on the perennially stable companies with solid futures whose stocks are now going for something near book value (which my uncle explained to me as the amount of money a shareholder would be entitled to per stock should the company be forced to liquefy--distinctly gooey sounding).

I have a few good recommendations, which I am not going to share because I don't want to shoot myself in the foot by driving up prices -- except to say that my cubicle-mate spent most of last week shouting "Fertilizer, buddy, I'm telling you po-TASH!" I believe he is referring to a Saskatchewan-based chemical company that has been defying the current market trends. What I really ought to be doing right now is setting up an account with E-Trade. It seems distinctly less formal than getting on the horn with the likes of Charles Schwab, and in the current market environment, who wants to go through the trouble of getting all set up with a company that may need to get bailed out. Not that I've heard anything, but would it really be surprising at this point? Not to mention that I'm hardly a lucrative client. I highly doubt an account manager would get all excited over my 20 requested shares in anything. And despite my recent entry to the for-profit world, I have yet to substantially accumulate the benefits of my increased pay-grade.

This is likely due to all the donating I've been doing to various funds -- none of which I now discover are tax-deductible because they are all partisan. How ridiculous! I think I deserve a "Defending America's Liberty" tax credit because my dollars are going directly to combating the far right's strangle hold on Constitutional politics. If the government could keep those people on a leash, I could have given that money over to something unquestionably tax-deductible, like loosing money in the stock market.

I've gotten to the point where I am so embarrassed by my hideous picture on my work ID that I may go downstairs and beg them to re-take it. I look like a marm.

They Make It So Easy!

1-2 page flyers to download that outline the basics of Obama's positions on a variety of issues. So brilliant!

So, of course talk turned to politics at the family dinner tonight, and I can't be more disturbed. One of my cousins is still deciding who to vote for. Clearly, those of you who know me know that I went berserk. Not only was it just 3 days ago that I was calling any undecided stupid for clearly not knowing what issues matter to them because anyone with a value system has to know the difference between the candidates and have found their man by now. But also because his big issue is that his taxes are too high. Well, sir, (to quote 1776) so are mine. But as Oliver Wendell Holmes said, "I like paying taxes. With them I buy civilization." How can you care more about that (especially when even after taxes you're earning more money than I can even dream of) when 45 million children in the US go hungry every year? When women are being denied access to reproductive health care, equal pay and recourse after being victimized by abuse and sexual assault? When our rights are being stripped right from under our feet? When his own cousin is not allowed to marry his lifelong partner? Who is this person? Where is his compassion? Where is his understanding that a McCain win is tantamount to the literal death of thousands who die from illegal abortions both at home and abroad? That his own family is directly affected by the social policies? Who is he? I cannot understand. 

In other news, Americans are racist. Not just racism without racists (which may be the single biggest threat to Obama's win), but full out racism. Rally attendees hurled racist epithets at a black camera man and another shouted "kill him!"  referring to Obama. That's just the beginning. Comments on you tube videos refer to shooting "rioting blacks" and "nappy hair." I feel like I've been punched. I know intellectually that racism exists, but to be confronted with such unapologetic, such unabashed, vitriolic hatred and ignorance is beyond appalling and nauseating. I don't know what to do with myself tonight. I find myself ashamed of too many Americans. 

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I'm kind of in disbelief, to see justice served so rationally and methodically: Judge Orders 17 Detainees at Guantanamo Freed. Whether or not the defendants turn out to be terrorists, this is America, and I have been told that in America we have certain inalienable rights. It's nice to see them being put into practice.

When conundrums save the world

As Kate (and other employees of the RAC) has already heard, I found $20 in the bathroom this morning, which sparked a philosophical quandry: Do I track down the unfortunate owner? Do I keep the money? Give the time of year, I was feeling particularly guilty about just pocketing the bill, but sending out an email to everyone on the floor (most of whom I have yet to -- and very likely never will -- meet) asking if they misplaced their money felt distincly embarassing and even less appealing than the guilt I would assuredly be carrying about. Then, Kate and Daphne to the rescue! Charity! That's the answer! So I added the $20 to the contributions I had been meaning to make for some months now, and just to make sure it actually happened, I used my down time at work to make the donations online. Now, women everywhere can rest a little easier because the mystery money is going to make them safer.

Clearly, I can't just leave it at that. I have to make a plug for my favorite foundations (and former coalition partners). So, here goes:

Planned Parenthood's Action Fund: responsible for nifty ads in the swing states that finally address how egregiously horrific a McCain/ Palin executive would be for the reproductive health of America. And we're not just talking about abortions (though they are, clearly, very important as a fundamental privacy right and health care option); we're talking about access to other reproductive health services like birth control, neo-natal care and comprehensive sex education. The Action Fund is also sponsoring a 1 million strong campaign and they're looking for volunteers to help them mobilize 1 million pro-choice voters. Very awesome stuff.

Jewish Women International: JWI is one of the most active anti-Violence Against Women (and primarily domestic violence) national organizations in the US. In addition to lobbying for better funding of a myriad of programs that provide services to survivors, help law enforcement combat violence and focus on eliminating violence in the first place, JWI helps to raise awareness about this all too often forgotten issue that affects far more people than you might think. Their Agents of Change campaign is aimed at getting voters to consider Violence Against Women issues when pulling the lever (or punching the chad) this November.



I encourage everyone to check out these fabulous organizations, and the many others that focus on the important issues behind the political idologies we espouse. These are the real things that affect real people (and as Biden said last night, John McCain ain't no maverick when it comes to the real stuff). Obama, on the other hand has a great plan.

Vote Obama/ Biden in '08!

News Clearinghouse

Many are a few days old because I haven't gotten around to posting, so they've been sitting bookmarked on my computer. But, still great reads if you missed them, and though all political in nature, cover a variety of election sub-topics. Some are more infuriating than others, but seriously, it's no wonder I've been having election day-related nightmares.

No Laughing Matter: Judith Warner attends a McCain/ Palin rally and discovers there's much to be worried about. 

Mississippi's Ballot Trick: some insanely insidious efforts by conservative power-players down south to brazenly fix an election.

The Palin-Whatshisname Ticket: What the choice of Palin says about the ticket, in a political theory sense.

 

Once Elected, Palin Hired Friends and Lashed Foes: Everything you need to know to know Palin.

Will Palin Get the Same Scrutiny Hilary Got?: Of course she won't. The people who "scrutinized" Hilary (and let's be clear again for the record, it was less scrutiny, and more downright hostile sexism) are the very people who are Palin's biggest supporters. The conservative talking heads are the most hypocritical vicious critics I've ever seen. I genuinely feel personally hated and disparaged. 

Sigh. 44ish days to go. 

Actually, THIS is the Must-Read

An Open Letter to Governor Palin on Women's Rights by Lynn Paltrow, from the National Advocates for Pregnant Women. It makes a rare and compelling case. So worth the read. 

A Must Read (yes, this too)

Gloria Steinem's OpEd in the LA Times on Palin, politics, and women. I have to remember some of these lines to use in everyday conversations. 

Status Update: Watching A Few Good Men. One of the best films ever made. 

Despite my efforts, I have simply not been able to watch the Republican Convention for more than a few seconds at a time. I admit it. I'm weak. I cannot stomach the hypocrisy, the lies and the belittling of all that I feel to be good and admirable about our country and the Democratic ticket. How dare they laugh at community organizing, as if people seeking to take an active role in their neighborhoods and local politics is anything other than exactly what this nation is supposed to be about and encourage among its people. How dare they! 

They use and exploit, as well. This video is a so-called tribute to 9/11 (why one was necessary, I certainly don't know considering it wasn't an anniversary) as well as Keith Olberman's reaction to the film. I agree with his assessment; I'm so offended, not just as a New Yorker who knows firefighters who risked their lives and lost life-long friends on that day and who watched her hometown burn and be overwhelmingly traumatized, but as an American who cannot imagine the use of any horror to evoke and stir up fear. It's disgusting. 

The Daily Show and the Colbert Report are still on a roll. Samantha Bee's bit tonight about the Republicans extolling Bristol Palin's personal family decision to keep her baby and getting them to see (slowly) what incompatibility that might have with the stated Republican platform is just brilliant and sadly not yet up online (granted, it just aired 45 minutes ago). Definitely worth checking out when it's up. 

In other news, the cable/ internet people came yesterday to install a wireless router among other things. We made an interesting discovery. There seems to be some sort of metal in the walls around the bedrooms which blocks the wireless "waves" if you will. So, currently, no wireless in my bedroom where my desk is. This is problematic for several reasons. And, I'm fearing it is not easily fixed. A supervisor is scheduled to come on Saturday to assess. I'm crossing my fingers there is a simple solution that doesn't cost obscene amounts of money, like everything else in this city. Do you know that I paid $1.25 for a tomato the other day! And it was a small tomato. I am going to go broke simply by eating. What a sad state of affairs. 

I Couldn't Have Said It Better Myself

Judith Warner's Walking the Abortion Plank. The bit on the DNC platform is especially good. 

We Can, We Will, and We Must

The Democrats put on one hell of a show this week, and I for one, could not be prouder, more excited, or more inspired. The ghosts of lost elections passed delivered knock-out speeches and finally put to bed the looming attacks that marred their campaigns while simultaneously deconstructing McCain and putting forth Obama - Biden as the ticket to tomorrow. It looks like the Dems ate their Wheaties, and that Obama and his team have inspired not just the everyday Americans but the top dogs in the Party as well. And while I still have the churning ball of desperate fear burning bright in my stomach, I say to the GOP, "Bring It On!"

However, to MSNBC, CNN and most especially Fox News, I say "bite me." Not eloquent, but it's practically Shakespeare compared to their commentary and coverage of the Convention. After five minutes my family and I (and many others we've chatted with) were plainly fed up with the lackluster attention they paid to the actual goings-on and the commentary they provided which made me feel distinctly like they weren't listening at all to the speeches and were on the secret payrolls of the GOP. I nearly threw tomatoes at the TV. C-SPAN was clearly the way to go as they actually covered (wait for the shock) the convention! I'll eat my boots if someone can show me just one clip of decent coverage given by the other news networks.

Continuing with news coverage, like any good liberal family, we preferred to get our de-brief from Jon Stewart and friends, who wonderfully lambasted all the goings-on (though sadly did not pick up on some trickster's idea to play the song Addicted to Love immediately following Bill Clinton's speech--clearly top on the list of things I am both wildly sorry while also profoundly grateful that everyone neglected to cover). Tonight we watch Bill Maher's HBO show, Real Time, which was equally good and Maher made some particularly intelligent points, though I certainly did not agree with everything he said, and found a number of his comments on Sarah Whosiwhatsits (new VP candidate for the right) to be more sexist than aptly critical.

And speaking of Sarah Palin, I think my sister had the best point of the night when she responded to the debate over whether criticisms of her experience are valid when Tim Kaine, who was in the running for the Democratic VP slot, has also had only 1.5 years of gubernatorial experience by saying, essentially, that it's not that Pallin only has 1.5 years in office, but that she's an unknown, who had done nothing till now to be thrust into the national spotlight, unlike the Democratic contenders. Or as I would rephrase, when Kaine was floated, the country reacted by being interested to see how he would fare, and by debating the pros and cons; whereas when Palin was announced, even the most experienced Washington pundits were scratching their heads, reaching for the GOP Who's Who guide and a map, and asking bewilderedly, "Who? Who?!?" 

Not to mention that she supports teaching creationism in schools, is staunchly anti abortion, and is a lifelong member of the NRA--a group that fights tooth and nail to make it as easy as humanly possible for crazies and criminals alike to obtain as many different kinds of guns as can be imagined by the manufacturers, including ones that rain bullets and no respectable hunter or sportsman would ever consider using. And as for abortion, at the end of the day, if you're interested in saving as many lives as possible, then know this: Before 1973, it was estimated that between 1.2 and 1.6 illegal abortions were performed each year (abortions were already legal in 17 states; the 1.6 number comes from extensive research my dad did in the St. Paul, MN library). Last year, the number was 1.4 (it has actually risen in the past few years, due, no doubt to the dubious sex education funded by Bush -- and don't be fooled by anti-abortion websites that claim upwards of 26 to 40 million abortions each year. That would be hard to achieve, seeing as only about 6 million women in America become pregnant each year) . It's exactly the same. Legality makes no difference, here. Where it does make a difference is in the number of women who die during the procedure. Before Roe, 7,000 women died every year from illegal procedures, in the vast majority of years after Roe, no women die from legally performed procedures. So if you're really looking to save lives, then I think the numbers are pretty clear. 

In closing, I'd like to mention just how good Obama and Biden look together. They are so presidential, so visually strong and compelling. They're people I have confidence in AND would love to hang with. And while I'd rather this didn't factor into the way people vote, it's so cosmetic, I know it does and I can't help feeling very encouraged by their combined charisma. Especially in the face of a Republican ticket that resembles more an over-the-hill grandpa proudly introducing his daughter at the latest DAR debutante ball than serious contenders for high office.

This is one woman who, though desperately awaiting the glass ceiling being smashed once and for all, would much rather not have it be done by a woman seeking to snatch away not only my rights and freedoms, but every last drop of what it means to be truly American.

FAVORITE SOMEECARD EVERRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

I Emote Through someecards.com

My Daily Ritual

Sometimes I feel like my blog is a clearinghouse for interesting New York Times articles, but then again, when the one inviolate morning ritual is a perusal of the Times, it is inevitable that I will want to share the best and brightest writings of the week. Today I was moved to add Judith Warner's blog, Domestic Disturbances, to my blog roll (see at right), in hopes that some or all of you may wander over periodically to bear witness to her brilliance and insight. This would certainly save time in linking to her each and every time she writes something spot on. The camp article, which is her most recent, is intriguing, but scroll down to her July 17th post, Trust Buster, on John McCain and women.

Other great articles from this week include:

Tom Friedman's Op-Ed, Drilling in Afghanistan

Salon.com's Broadsheet (not the Times!) on Obama and Late Term Abortion. This one is particularly worthy as it addresses Obama's very concerning comments on reproductive rights and politicking that is frankly offensive and giving pause to many a woman this election season, myself included. Bottom line: don't gamble my life and my rights to score political points. It's repellant.

This week's office favortie on YouTube:

The Other Side of DC

I saw two people get arrested last night! Actually, Kate, Joanna, and I walked in as the nab was in progress but there was definite patting-down going on and the possibility of mini-pursuit and tussle (we couldn't really see that part that well). We were getting on the Metro at Dupont, and as we glided down the escalator, a cop cuffing one of the two suspects came into view (cue my very lady-like exclamation: "Oh my!"). Standing next to them was a somewhat disgruntled, somewhat nonplussed man who I can only assume was waiting hopefully for the return of his property (I'm guessing a wallet, but that is pure speculation). 

Then, as we we descended the second escalator to the platform, a veritable parade of cops escorted a second suspect up the other escalator (hence our obstructed view) to a round of applause from fellow commuters. Sadly, a polite inquiry as to what happened yielded no information--that woman was downright unfriendly and unhelpful--but Kate used her always handy camera phone to document as best she could. She should be blogging with photographic evidence forthwith. 

Definitely an exciting night. 

Rendered Speechless

Quite possibly the most fascinatingly bizarre incident of the past week is chronicled in this Washington Post article about a recent hearing on the Hill regarding the military's Dont Ask, Don't Tell policy. Amazingly, one of the witnesses who advocates ousting all non-standard issue heterosexuals from the military really put her foot in it by saying exactly what she thinks on the issue. I guess hearing it said out loud finally exposes to everyone just how absurd their position is. Truly unbelieveable that people think this way. I'm still sputtering.

This witness claims that gays and lesbians would create an immoral, sexualized atmosphere in the military--but many have been serving in the military (though not openly) without such detrimental effects. And clearly this woman has never spent time with any gays or lesbians because then she would know she's just plain wrong. All groups of people have spectrums of sexual preferences, but no one group is significantly randier than any other. Not to mention that heterosexual people commit vast quantities of sexual violence, should we ban all heterosexuals from the military just in case they will add a sexually charged tone? I think the witness would say no. What an idiot.

Maureen Dowd's column on Barak Obama vs. John McCain is also entertaining and illuminating. But I'm still P.O.'s at Obama for callously sacrificing his strong stance on reproductive justice in a bid to win centrist votes. What a stupid move--the left (and much fo the center) are spitting mad, and the people he's attempting to woo are far more right of center than he obviously thinks and most of them don't actually consider banning abortion their top focus.

We've come so far?

More than anything else, this video just made me smile and reminisce:

He's pretty good, isn't he?

Today I went with Joanna to see Al Gore speak and announce his challenge to America--to get 100% of its energy from renewable resources within ten years. It was a great speech (no robots in sight), and made a lot of sense. At the end of the day, why be wasteful and pollutive if you don't have to be? Why stick to an antequated form of energy when better, newer, more efficient sources are being made available for less money? We used to be the captains of industry, the pioneers of innovation--and now Americans are running scared from being the vanguards of energy reform. What happened? Where's the adventurous American spirit? And where's the pragmatism that says high oil prices are here to stay, so let's find an actual long-term solution.

In other news, I haven't been blogging much for the simple reason that my laptop totally bombed out on me. The harddrive went kaput, so there was a major rescue operation enacted at the Apple store last weekend and I am due to pick up the (hopefully) repaired machine this Saturday. Here's hoping all has gone well.

The Happiest 4 Minutes in the World

I found this video off a New York Times article chronicling this new YouTube phenomenon. The article helps put the video in context (a very cool context at that), so maybe read, then watch. You won't regret it. The music is fabulous, too.



Back from my whirlwind 10-day trip. Washington State is incredibly beautiful and if I ever have kids, they're going to camp Kalsman. Facebook has photos, but here's a look at the new Seattle fashions, I was thinking of maybe getting some for myself:

and my favorite--I have a dress that would be perfect with these!

fun time had by all.

Please, Make Your Kid Stop!

One of the OpEds that ran in today's Times was a wonderfully personal insight into what is happening in flood-ravaged towns in the Midwest. Particularly interesting is that it is written by a local contractor who must have simply taken the time to write down his thoughts and impression -- and in doing so gave the rest of the country, and even the world, a remarkably clear window into his experience. This man should consider a second career in short stories. 

In other news, Huzzah! Kate returned with me today to the pottery painting place, so my great fear earlier this week has, thankfully, not been actualized. In fact, we each painted three pieces all of which I fully expect to be placed on the "Wall of Fame" -- except my rice bowl which inadvertently ended up looking like an interpretation of Dante's Inferno. No joke, totally accidental. Maybe that one gets gifted. 

Unfortunately, our long stay subjected us to some of the most annoying children walking the planet today. I really don't understand how parents can put up with such annoying behaviors, let alone lack the courtesy to allow it to continue and disturb every other person in a 30 mile radius (which, I swear, is how far this one girl's horrid voice carried). Please parents, for the love of God,  have mercy on us all! Kate and I are seriously considering authoring a book--an Emily's Post Guide of sorts on how to remember that you and your children are not the only beings walking the earth. We'll title it: You're Child Is A Brat: Things That Others Want To Tell You But Are Too Polite--So We Will. It may be difficult to entirely fit on a cover, but the whole sentiment is important, I think. 

My time of day is the (almost) night time of day

My favorite time of day is the hour before sunset. The light becomes golden, the shadows turn warm, and there is often a friendly breeze swirling the air. I can easily imagine myself swinging gently in a hammock on a porch as the trees sway happily nearby, their bark still warm from the lingering sun. I'm holding a cup of tea as I look up from my book to catch the first tinges of pink creeping into the blue sky. Magic things happen in this time. 

As I walked home today, enjoying the glorious pre-sunset weather, a woman stopped me on U street and asked me to look at the back side of this young guy who had just passed by--an unusual request to be sure. But she was so astonished by just how low he was wearing his shorts (completely under his butt) that she had to share the sight with someone--anyone!--and I was the closest at hand. I had to agree with her, these kids these days--what on earth are they thinking? Besides, if you're going to let it all hang out like that, at least pick a more interesting pair of underwear than plain maroon. Even plaid would be more exciting. 

OK, so you're no Jackson Pollock

I think Kate is going to flake out on me and our new hobby. Don't you? Here she is during her second attempt at making a grand masterpiece out of the post-it holder:

And here she is after deciding that said second attempt is not nearly good enough. (Evidence of her gusto in painting is clearly visible on her lovely shirt--a more beleaguered Kate I have yet to see.)

I'm all for being a perfectionist (as anyone who knows me knows), but I am fearful that Kate's pursuit of the do-it-yourself that looks distinctly un-done-by-yourself is going to frustrate her right into never coming again. And then I will be stuck being one of the quirky ladies who comes into the shop and sits by herself for hours fanatically painting teapots with an aim to rival Sevres. I need friends to make me look sane! There's social-safety in numbers! Please, Kate, I beg of you--do not give up the hobby! What else are you going to do!?! Philately???

Smart Women Heart Obama

Frank Rich's column yesterday, Angry Women Heart McCain, laughingly challenges the claims being bandied about the airwaves that Hillary-supporting women will be so angry over their loss that they will turn to McCain instead of Obama. Sure, if they're stupid. But as Rich points out, most women are not and most women know that McCain is just plain anti-woman--especially when it comes to issues of reproductive justice. No way are democratic women going to almost literally shoot themselves in the foot (really, they'd be aiming at a place about 2.5 feet higher) this November. I'd be the first to admit, even complain as I did a couple days ago, that women have been woefully inept at exercising political power, but I can hardly believe that when it comes time to pull the lever, mass droves of Hillary supporters would pick that torture victim who voted for torture over the man who was endorsed by NARAL even before Hillary was out of the race. They may be frustrated, but not stupid. 

Here's a shirt I like

Far From Victory

Now that Hillary Clinton has endorsed Barack Obama and the Democrats have solidified the top slot on their November ticket, much attention is finally being paid to Clinton's treatment as a female on the presidential campaign trail. The verdict of all this scrutiny is, appropriately, a condemnation of both the American media and the American people.

Judith Warner, a consistently insightful guest columnist at the New York Times, blogged last week in “Women in Charge, Women Who Charge” that Clinton's candidacy brought into stark relief the pervasive discrimination and hatred aimed at women today that far too often goes unchecked. As many observers, including Katie Couric, note, had Obama faced the racial equivalents of the heckling and mocking protests Clinton endured, this country would have been outraged and ashamed and launched into cathartic introspection.

Sexism is alive and well in America. It permeates every part of society, and what we see in the media is only a reflection of what occurs daily. Not only in harassment in the workplace (which was made more difficult to combat by a November 2006 6th Circuit Court decision) or violence aimed at women (one out of every five women in the U.S. has been raped), but also in the words and images we allow women to be referred to by and the burden we disproportionately place on our girls to maintain their chastity.

For years, there have been those who have claimed victory in the feminist fight for equality. And though we have clearly made great strides, there is something deeper that remains elusive. The attitudes that prevail, the constricting societal classifications of what it means to be female, and the passive acceptance of discriminatory words and actions are all poisonous roadblocks in women’s quest for full actualization and equal status. That we sat on our couches and watched disgusting media attacks on Clinton that were deeply personal and far removed from any campaign saliency without instinctively jumping up to call the news networks in indignant fury makes us all culpable.

Women are the majority of the population and of the vote, but it seems we are behaving like an incidental minority, asking, “Please, sir, may I have some more?”

Are women held hostage by the ever-increasing objectification of them by society? By the burden that comes with the joy of being the gender that gives birth? Or by the legacy of millennia of stark divisions of labor? Can we break through the tough patina of the status quo? Representative Carolyn Maloney’s new book, Rumors of Our Progress Have Been Greatly Exaggerated, addresses just how far women have left to go before we can truly declare victory and why this is a fight that is not only imperative for women and society today, but for the substantive quality of life for our daughters as well.

Now that Clinton is available fodder no more, the media is gearing up for an anticipated flurry of attacks on Michelle Obama. We all must demand of our leaders and of ourselves intolerance for misogyny wherever it may arise, and particularly in the unrepentant media. If we do not actively confront it, what are we inadvertently condoning and even encouraging? What are we saying to our women and to our daughters?

What are we saying to ourselves?

Hello Dolly, It's so nice to have you back where you belong

I've decided that it's time for me to resurrect the blog. It's been two years and my inner muse is itching to break free. I wonder also if it might have something to do with the onset of summer. 

The only hitch is figuring out what to write about. Clearly some cross posting of my work blog entries will happen, but with the inclusion of partisan rantings, election-related diatribes and inappropriate commentary. I'm looking forward to it. 

Now that Clinton has endorsed Obama and the Dems have a lone candidate, it is time to crank up my own political machine. I've been searching for great Obama paraphernalia, but I have yet to find the one T-shirt that is hip enough for me, but inspiring enough that merely by walking the streets of DC sporting such striking attire will motivate others to vote Blue come November. I really do have such high ambitions for my politically-motivated attire. Ideas are welcome. 

I've already begun to plan an election night party, complete with Obama cookies, themed decorations and perhaps Illinois foods (if I can find any that won't immediately result in a coronary). This is going to be the event of the year if I have anything to say about it. New York friends, mark your calendars!

If you're mourning the loss of Hillary Clinton, my condolences. Here's a speech of his that may help you feel better about getting behind the presumptive nominee. 

Meanwhile, I am mourning the 4 month wait until new episodes of Bones. I'm not sure I'm going to survive with all my present sanity intact. I'm thinking of attempting to get my fix by reading the books the show is based on. I am that desperate, not that I don't already have several books waiting on my nightstand. Over-achievement and procrastinating don't mix as well as I originally thought.