Twelve crocheted snowflakes
Eleven glass icicles
Ten wire snowballs
Nine hand-blown ornaments
Eight made by children
Seven little angels
Six disney characters
FIVE GILDED LEAVES!
Four strings of lights
Three gold horns
Two Tiny doves
And
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Twelve crocheted snowflakes
Eleven glass icicles
Ten wire snowballs
Nine hand-blown ornaments
Eight made by children
Seven little angels
Six disney characters
FIVE GILDED LEAVES!
Four strings of lights
Three gold horns
Two Tiny doves
And
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With my new hours the family is on a different morning schedule. Before, I was driving the kids to school in the morning, which I love to do but which would result in a two-hour commute. Now we all jump in the car together, they drop me at the train station and he takes them to school. Even though the car part is only 10 minutes, it's nice to have a few extra minutes of morning time together.
Except on days like today, when one of us (him) is late. Then all bets are off, with people (usually me) shouting "let's go! we have to go! we're going to be late!"
But today there was no shouting, there was no point, we were too late for shouting. In the car I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to miss the train. This is unusual for me, to be calm about such things. I like to make my train and I hate hate hate to wait. But there simply wasn't enough time to make it. The next one wasn't for 30 minutes, so I was glad to have my warm jacket on, the one with the snuggly microfiber pockets. My iPod was charged up too, so at least I'd have music during the awful waiting time.
He raced through town and pulled up to the station at the same time the train was pulling in. I scrambled up the steps, ran to the train and jumped on. Nick of time.
Except that I hadn't validated my ticket which meant that if the conductor checked my ticket he or she would likely throw me off at the next station. I prepared my plea "if you let me stay on the train, I promise I will stamp my ticket in San Francisco." In my head, I promised.
The conductor never showed up in my car. It can be like that in the morning, especially since I ride in the back and the conductor doesn't always make it that far. I was riding the train for free.
This presented a minor moral question: do I follow up on my promise to validate my ticket at the station or do I accept the gift of the free train ride? Did I get the free ride because I promised the universe to do the right thing? And if I don't validate the ticket, aside from the obvious, albeit petty, wrongdoing, will it effect my karma? Do I really believe in karma?
Such deep thoughts for an early morning fueled only by decaf.
I turned on some Roxy Music and decided to do the right thing. At the end of the free ride I got off the train and stamped my ticket. Not because of the potential repercussions, but because I said I would. Even if I didn't say it to anyone other than myself. Maybe especially because I didn't say it to anyone other than myself.
Such a goody two shoes. Makes me want to puke. ;-)
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Resistance is futile
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George Washington, George Bush and Abraham Lincoln are on top of the Empire State Building.
George Washington says "I'm going to do a good deed to the world" and throws a thousand dollars off the building.
George Bush says "Ha! I'm going to do even better" and he throws a billion dollars off the building.
Then Abraham Lincoln says "Oh yeah? I can do even better!" And he take George Bush and throws him off the Empire State Building.
]]>Xavier makes me listen to Fox all the time, saying "we have to know what they are thinking."
He just got back from Montana where, assuming he was a "forinor" people told him all kinds of things about Obama being Muslim, Acorn causing the economic crisis and McCain and Palin being our nation's only salvation.
This kind of talk is straight out of the Fox playbook and sometimes it freaks me out.
And then I run the numbers.
Couric: You've cited Alaska's proximity to Russia as part of your foreign policy experience. What did you mean by that?
Sarah Palin: That Alaska has a very narrow maritime border between a foreign country, Russia, and, on our other side, the land-boundary that we have with Canada. It's funny that a comment like that was kinda made to … I don't know, you know … reporters.
Couric: Mocked?
Palin: Yeah, mocked, I guess that's the word, yeah.
Couric: Well, explain to me why that enhances your foreign-policy credentials.
Palin: Well, it certainly does, because our, our next-door neighbors are foreign countries, there in the state that I am the executive of. And there…
Couric: Have you ever been involved in any negotiations, for example, with the Russians?
Palin: We have trade missions back and forth, we do. It's very important when you consider even national security issues with Russia. As Putin rears his head and comes into the air space of the United States of America, where do they go? It's Alaska. It's just right over the border. It is from Alaska that we send those out to make sure that an eye is being kept on this very powerful nation, Russia, because they are right there, they are right next to our state.
I know that some people are finding it hard to decide who to vote for in November. I'm not sure why, since the choices seem so clear to me, but I hear and see the hesitancy around me and I've heard too many people say that they are just going to sit this election out.
Please don't.
Even if you don't vote for Obama, which I wish you would even if it is just to keep someone like Palin out of our highest office. But even if you don't support Obama, please register and please vote.
Your vote matters, today more than ever.
A product of the California public school system (which doesn't suck everywhere but sucked a lot in my district) I grew up ignorant and apathetic about my civic rights and responsibilities. I thought my vote didn't matter and even if it did, the system (even 26 years ago) was so screwed up that I believed nothing I did would change anything. I registered to vote when I was 18 but didn't actually vote until I was in my 20s. My voting record since hasn't been perfect but has been stereotypically American: I show up for the big stuff and skip the smaller elections. I'm not proud of this. I should be more involved especially now that I understand how much it can make a difference.
This is a big election, maybe the biggest ever. And there are two groups of people I would like to send a message to: young people and white women (I answer to the latter).
Kids (and please forgive me for calling you that): three days ago our government saddled you and me and everyone we know with a debt unlike any we have seen before. Why? Because 20 years of deregulation and cronyism have finally come home to roost and in order to save the financial system they had to send us the bill. You should be pretty pissed since you will be paying off this debt for a long time and the savings your parents were counting on to get them through their retirement and to get you through college are now seriously at risk. These are the same geniuses who started the war in Iraq, who doubt the scientific realities of global warming and are allowing their corporate buddies to rape the planet for profit. They don't personally worry about global warming because a) they will probably be dead before it really starts to matter and b) if they're not dead, the underground bunker they'll be moving into will have chandeliers and an indoor swimming pool.
Go here and here and here and here and here to learn more about how and why and where to vote.
Watch the video below to get an only-somewhat humorous-because-it's-so-freaking-scary explanation of what happened last week.
I often use the term "shiny object" to describe situations in which I willingly - sometimes gratefully - allow myself to be distracted from the thing I'm supposed to be thinking about but don't because it’s too hard, too serious or too important to contemplate. I never know enough about the subject in question and I rarely have the time to learn what I should.
The shiny object can be my salvation. It relieves stress, provides entertainment and since everyone else is talking about it, I fit right in with the collective. With so many of us playing with the shiny object I don’t have to feel bad about not paying attention to whatever it was I was supposed to be paying attention to.
I think the shrinks call this codependency. As long as I have someone (or in this case, lots of someones) to be bad with I’m not so bad. As long as nobody else is thinking about the big issues, I don’t have to either.
A good shiny object involves high levels of emotion and low levels of reasoning. It's better if the shiny object involves a topic that's easy to understand, something one can form an opinion about simply by gleaning half the facts and listening to our gut. The best ones are those that are just plain none of our business. (Salacious is ideal.)
Critical thinking and reasoned arguments are usually not necessary (or welcome), because we just know.
You can’t live in Shiny Object Land, the amount of change that occurs there makes it impossible to settle down anywhere. One can only visit for short periods of time. But it’s fun to go there, it’s so exciting. Bright lights, no challenges, lots of spin and comfortably numb.
Sarah Palin is the quintessential shiny object. As long as she is in the room we don't have to talk about McCain, his record, his plan for the future, the war in Iraq, the state of our union or anything else that matters. Because what we really need to talk about is whether or not that 5th baby is hers. And we need to talk about how hypocritical it is to preach against sex education when one has a pregnant 17 year old daughter planning a shot gun wedding to a guy who says "fuck" a lot on his MySpace page. We need to talk about whether or not she's a good shot, and a good mother.
As long as we do this we don't have to dissect the truth about government pork (she kept the money). The allegations of abuse of power. That she may have wanted to ban books in her town library. That she would rather not separate church and state. That she would like to outlaw abortion in every circumstance unless the mother is actually going to die.
But who cares about that, let's talk about whether she should be at home with her children.
No one likes a shiny object more than me, but with the future of my country at stake I am working harder to stay focused and engaged. Every minute we spend discussing Palin is time we don't spend comparing McCain to Obama and talking about the issues that matter. Can we make judgments about whether or not she's a good mother? Sure. But is being a good mother relevant to being an effective (vice) president? I don’t think so. Has anyone ever voted against a man because they thought he wasn't a good father?
Just as I don't think that being a war hero is enough criteria to be president, neither do I think being a good or bad mother is relevant to this critical conversation about our future. By letting it seep in, we allow it to take our eyes off the ball. And with McCain ahead in the polls, I worry if we have enough balls left to win.
The good news about shiny objects is that they never last. Our collective ADD will provide us with a new shiny object before you know it and there will be pictures and blog posts and links galore – providing us with everything we need to keep our minds off our troubles.
The question for me is, will this shiny object last long enough for them to win the presidency? They popped this genie out of the bottle only 60 days before the election. Only time will tell if we, the collective, will get bored of her before we go to the polls, in time to do something about our future, or if we will wait until later, when it will be too late.
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