Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Somehow, this stuff escapes me ( as do many things through the tiny hole the CIA drilled in my skull, in order for me to walk around with aluminum foil wrapped around everywhere except my mouth. ) You should try driving like that, quite a challange.
Back to the subject I'm avoiding. AAARRRGGHHH! This stuff reminds me of trying to learn high school math.
Here are a few of the things I can't wittle out:
1. sending a web address to someone who needs it.
2. downloading some of my emails onto
my documents folder so I can refer to them
later. What the heck are cookies anyway? I thought they were the things I made for Christmas. Maybe I'm expected to push the dough through one of the many little holes that seem to be located all over this thing.
. 3. cut and paste anything except paper dolls.
There are at least 25 more, but I'm typing one handed ( I'm lovin it! ) so it takes me about three weeks to type anything. If something important has come up in that time, I'm totally unaware. Has anybody been picked as Obama' s running mate yet? Has Hilary played nice? Has Bill Clinton persueded a teenager to give him a blow job in his Presidential Library?
Maybe I should stop looking for new ways to use this fargin' thing and just enjoy what I can do. My BFF has tried to teach me things which I promptly forget ( not to mention all of my passwords for different sites which I then have to change in order to forget them for next time.)
When all is said and done ( I've always wondered what that means, said and done it's time to kick the old oaken bucket, flush the toilet, turn around and go home, kick your husband out of the house, finish wallpapering the attic. ) I think I'll take the technophobes way out and do nothing, nothing at all.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Magnificent Bitch Sisters love Dennis Kucinich from his top to his toes!
I've been rooting for this man since before the election in 2004. I refuse to shuffle off this mortal coil until Dennis Kucinich is elected President. So, anybody out there that's sick of my big mouth has two choices:
A) Meet me for a no rules, no holds barred, down-and dirty 'Death Match-2008' (which I WILL win , 'cause I got 'tude to spare) or:
B) Start sporting a Kucinich for President 2012 lapel button, bumper sticker, tee shirt, hat, umbrella, tattoo, coffee mug, pichfork, runcible spoon or any other accoutrements you can devise. I'm going to do it. My little donkey has never borne a politcal message, (except that she's a nine-year old, 4-cylinder, gas sipper in a Brave New World filled with SUV's) but she's going to wear one now. I think she'd prefer the button over the bumper sticker, but she'll have to take what she can get. And if it's a button, it's going to be a BIG button.
I'm going to look for one right now.
- Abba Dabba
Monday, August 25, 2008
I have nothing but sympathy for First Ladies. They always have to be on their best behavior. They get criticized every time they put a foot out the door. Their clothes, make-up, hairdo and general demeanor are scrutinized by a salacious public with an electron microscope. They're expected to be the perfect wife, the perfect mother and the perfect hostess to visiting dignitaries, and if anyone thinks they're falling down on the job, they receive (for their sins) a perfect storm of bad press. They have no personal life left to them, which means that they can never go to the cocktail bar at Grand Central Station and have four martinis with their sister. That sounds like pure Hell to me!
I have no clue who thought it would be a good thing for Michelle Obama to speak at the Convention, but I'd bet $10.00 that it wasn't her idea. Some smarmy PR person came up with this and I'm sure that no matter how admirably she pulls it off, she'll still end up crying into her pillow because some putz didn't like how she phrased something or hated the color of her lipstick. And it's going to go on and on like that for four years! Who among us could stand that kind of close inspection? It stinks!
So, if Kurt should ever be elected to the office of President, expect to see me in Groucho glasses and carrying a stiff drink on all public occasions. That'll be my tribute to all the First Ladies who had to smile and make pleasant small talk one hundred percent of the time for almost half a decade of their lives.
I say to all the First Ladies, "Let your freak flag fly, Sugar Pie! Fly it proud! Fly it high!"
- Gerda E. Diesel Dietzel-Dietzel -- Artist, Choreographer, Female.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
I wrote this in reply to a letter from a friend....(or rather, I wrote something very much like it.)
.....I was a little let-down when I heard it was to be Biden. Actually, Biden has never struck me as the 'Khan' type, Genghis or otherwise. From what I've seen and heard of him, he seems like a garden-variety politician (species - Democrat), who usually manages to say seventeen words when two or three would have done nicely. Ah well, who knows what silliness lurks in the hearts of politicians? But I'd have loved to have seen Chuck Hagel up there. What a statement that would have made.
I'm not as interested in who McCain picks. As I've said before, if McCain is elected President, then we'll have all gotten exactly what we deserve. Another four years of corporate boondoggle and a "you can't get there from here" attitude about the road to diplomatic solutions in nations where we are militarily engaged. Also, Mr Huckabee, while seeming halfway intelligent, is determined to govern according to his religious beliefs and I will have no truck with that! Theocracy scares the willies out of me, as well it should. The Children of Abraham have pretty well fucked things up for the last two thousand years. It's time for someone with a degree in Civics and Constitutional law to sit in the big chair in the Senate. And they can leave their faith at home.
Or maybe I've lost interest because I'm still feeling the aftershocks of that Basevich interview. Whoever assumes the Presidency will be inheriting five decades of botched domestic and international actions, a huge national debt and the final act in the 'energy' passion play. It's going to take more than one little presidential election for us to haul ourselves out of the muck.
And that's exactly what we have to do. We have to haul ourselves out! How many more elections is it going to take for us to realize that government is self-serving, that no member of the beauracracy is going to risk his or her government salary and pension in order to do the right thing, like advocate for gas rationing or raising taxes to reduce the national debt and balance the budget? What politician or civil servant would ever say that cutting the fat and deadwood out of government would, in itself, save us untold amounts of money, and then offer to be the first one out the door?
The government doesn't run us: We run it. And we run it at our pleasure, though officialdom would like us to forget that. In order to run it right, WE have to be well-educated. WE have to be unafraid. And we have to think about the common good and our rights and responsibilities as citizens, not just of the USA but of the world. It's time we put ourselves in the other penguins shoes.
- Lois Carneiro
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm just back from the San Juan Islands in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. The photos are from Roche Harbor, Friday Harbor and Sequim. The Jungle photo is of a mural Cath just completed for a child's room.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
This terrific interview is from Bill Moyer's Journal. The subject of the interview, Andrew J. Bacevich, is a retired Colonel who served in Vietnam, a self-described conservative, and presently teaches history and international relations at Boston University.
Mr. Bacevich offers the most comprehensive view of American politics and foreign policy that I can ever remember hearing. Even when he says things that I don't particularly agree with, he's stunning.
The videos (Parts 1 & 2) are about 25 minutes each in length, and they are well worth the time it takes to view them. Mr Bacevich makes my mind feel very small. (Though bigger than it was an hour ago.) WATCH IT! We all need to watch it! (I'm posting this to Reddit immediately.)
- Maggie (Lois Carneiro)
When he was 12 years old I gave my son Seth a book called "Sniper" and started the ball rolling without my knowledge.
In 2002, on my youngest son's graduation day, his recruiter came to watch Seth graduate. Sgt Springer then said his good byes to my husband and me and took his leave.
The Sergeant went through a thumbnail description of what "boot" was about. The thing he said that I will never forget is the fact of the "breaking down" two week period, after which the building up to make these young people Marines begins. Just before we left the restaurant, the Sergeant leaned down (he was very tall) and whispered to me, "They'll never break your son, he's already a marine"
True to his recruiter's word Seth never broke and as a result made Sgt himself after 18 months while he was on the way to his first deployment in the he Mideast.
In 2006 Seth was picked to enter ARS. After many marines were eliminated from a prior, mandatory service in Rip Platoon in order to qualify and the guys who couldn't make the cut and the others imported from Camp Pendleton, Seth made Honor Graduate over a total in the neighborhood of 200 other worthy marines. His Score was less than .05 from breaking the Camp Story record. His dream of being in Force Recon had come true.
Seth then joined an ARS team and was deployed to Iraq. When his dad arrived to ready his house for home coming, he found a note taped to Seth's door saying " Off to kill the Godless. Be back in 7 months" and he was, after many, many missions. During those missions there were weeks that went by when we heard nothing from him. Natural, of course, but agony nonetheless. He returned unwounded, with the rest of his team, who had his back, since he was the sniper, even though he hadn't yet attended the formal school. The photo you see on this page was taken within 5 minutes after he disembarked from the bus that brought him home to us.
After his return from overseas, he entered the "Sniper School" and graduated as Scout Sniper among 6 other marines out of 27 that started. He was then accepted to "Dive Combatant School" ( a school he didn't think he'd make) and once again graduated with 16 other great marines out of many great marines.
We now await his third deployment, which will take place in just a few short months. During this deployment we may not hear from him at all and may never know his location due to his assignment, but we know he's received the very best training in the world.
My youngest is the pride of our lives, as are his 2 brothers and 1 sister. We support whole -heartedly his duty to his country and it's people, even though there're so many who don't and never will.
Posted to Reddit.
You'll have to imagine it covered in bird poop and without those odd headlights, but it's a close approximation. My car went into the shop last week for an oil change and came out with a brand new set of front brakes. Six hundred bucks, but she's worth it. She's my little donkey and she's only nine years old.
This morning I tried to get into my little donkey and I was rebuffed. The remote on my key fob didn't seem to be working. I tried the spare. Uh uh. "No problem", I thought, "I'll just use the valet key to open the door." I opened it up, inserted the key fob into the ignition and nothing happened. It wouldn't even turn! (Well, when I say that nothing happened, I meant that the car didn't start. Helpfully, the car alarm did start! It must have thought someone was trying to steal it, poor thing.)
Anyway, here I sit, awaiting the man from Yorktown Auto to come and slip my car the mechanical equivalent of a Xanax. (I did finally manage to stop it from screaming. That was after 20 minutes of frantically thumbing through the owners manual while flop sweat ran into my eyes as I imagined the neighbors calling the police department on me.)
I was supposed to be having a cheese and mushroom omelette right about now. I could have really gone for that omelette too. With rye toast and orange juice.
Cherry Bomb's going to KILL me.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Yeah, running mates. The press seems to think Barack will choose Evan Bayh. I could live with that, I guess. It almost never turns out to be who the press thinks it's going to be anyway.
McCain was supposed to be considering that Jindal (sp?) guy, but I think he's cooled off on him.
You know what I would love? I would love it if Barack would stick his neck out and choose a Republican, like Richard Lugar or Chuck Hagel. They both seem to be good, thoughtful guys, and I'd trust them to vote their consciences as much as I'd trust any Democrat. Also it would demonstrate a spirit of bipartisanship, don't you think? I think that one of the most pressing problems we have is an increasing polarization along party lines. People aren't looking so much at the issues as they're looking at how their party stands on those issues. Like it was a football game or something. Go, Team, Go!! And that's just silly.
Ooh, I think I'll post this. (That's what's known as a 'cheap' post; using email as a blog item. I do it all the time. I have some of my best ideas whilst emailing.) Now, I just have to find a good picture for it.
Yeah, the more I think about that idea, the more I like it. Someone has to take a bold step here. What could better illustrate a concern for all of our citizens than running a bipartisan ticket? It would also show that the Executive Branch cares more about moving forward, together, as one people, than it does about political expediency.
It's probably a pipe dream, but if I ruled the world, that's how it would go. (And every day would be the first day of spring, of course.)
Monday, August 11, 2008
City Considers Burials In Egg Cartons, Wicker Baskets COLORADO SPRINGS, Colo. -- The Colorado Springs City Council is considering a proposal to offer "green burials" at the city's two cemeteries. The burials would consist of bodies being put in bags, wicker baskets or egg-carton boxes. City officials said the approach would be less expensive than traditional burials. According to the proposal, the city would also cut its costs because such burials would require no watering or sprinkler systems for the plots and minimal mowing.....
I already consider myself lucky that Kurt and I have purchased a plot right next to the Quakers! But to be buried next to Quakers, in an EGG CARTON would be the fulfillment of my fondest desires. What bliss!
- Maggie ("cluck")
Sunday, August 10, 2008
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. - R. Frost
This is what I'm doing. I'm going by the road less traveled. I'm checking out of the Heartbreak Hotel. I'm leaving Shadowland. And I'd like you to come with me. Be my happy friend, with whom I can laugh and sing.
We all have problems. You and I both have problems of which the other one isn't even aware. I'd like to be able to view those problems from a different perspective. (One that's not quite so close to my rectum.) We don't have control over what other people do, but we aren't powerless when it comes to our own actions. And THAT is the crux of my gist, if you know what I mean.
We only have a few years left, relatively speaking. I don't want to spend them mired in bitterness or anger or fear. There is something happening to me and I don't know what it is. But I'm not afraid of it. I can hear it coming, but I'm not afraid.
No doubt, there will be times when I do grow fearful or angry and bitter. But I won't let fear and anger define me anymore! I'll fight them and I'll win. I'll make other people's causes my cause. I'll look forward to every tomorrow with anticipation instead of dread. I'm going to pull my head so far out of my ass that I'll resemble one of those Burmese women with the brass rings around their necks. That's my goal. That's my task. To reinvent myself before I have no more chances to leave a legacy. It may be that my legacy will be only words. But for my words to be true, I have to live them.
So, here's where I'm at and that's where I'm going. Come with me.
- Maggie (BFF)
The 43-year-old woman pulled out her .44-caliber Magnum revolver after she saw the mice scurrying across the floor of her trailer on Highway 20 in Potter Valley, sheriff's officials said.
But she accidentally dropped the gun, which went off as it struck the floor. The bullet went through the woman's kneecap, bounced off the keys sitting on the belt loop of a 42-year-old man in the trailer and grazed the man's groin before ending up in his coin pocket.
Authorities did not release the shooting victims' names.
The mice escaped the shooting unharmed......An incident like this illustrates precisely why we should all have a firm grasp of the literary classics. If this poor woman had been exposed to 'Three Blind Mice' in her youth, she would have known that the requisite weapon for dealing with mice is a carving knife! Instead, she chose 'Shock and Awe', in the form of a .44 Magnum revolver, blowing off her own kneecap and endangering the groin (and possibly the future progeny) of her gentleman caller.
There's a lesson here for all of us. - Mother Goose
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Below (in blue italic) is a portion of a reply that I wrote to a friend who was inquiring about Biblical strictures on diet and the slaughter of animals. As I don't consider the Bible to be an authoritative reference on anything, including food, I simply wrote a precis that might give her an alternate perspective and encourage her to research how food is produced and distributed.
I also wanted her to consider that humans have long used food as metaphor. Different cultures throughout history have complicated the simple act of eating with religion and ritual. Some people consider that they are traveling the moral high road if they eschew beef or bugs, or meat from animals with cloven hooves, seafood without scales, alcohol (Can you imagine?), leavened bread or the fruit of the tree of knowledge. It's time for us to concentrate on how to best serve our bodies needs for nutrition and pleasure in an efficient and safe manner.
Everyone on Earth should have enough to eat. We should raise our crops in a way that won't poison the land and the water. We should avoid growing mass quantities of monocultured crops (tomatoes, corn, potatoes) that could be decimated (possibly extirpated!) by disease, insect activity or drought. We should raise and slaughter food animals humanely and cleanly.
These are big, ambitious goals that will require fundamental changes in farming and agriculture, and they won't be easy to implement. But the longer we wait, the more difficult it will become. We have to look to the future.
.......Biologically, humans evolved to be omnivorous. It's true that we eat far more animal protein than we need, (thus providing a good living for cardiologists) but our cells do require a full complement of essential amino acids in order for them function correctly. There's no culture I know of (not religion, mind you, but culture) that ever chose vegetarianism as their diet. In fact, vegans and vegetarians are able to sustain their dietary choices because of our modern, highly technological society. It's only in the last few hundred years that we've been able to enjoy such a vast variety of plant foods, particularly soy and other legumes which provide amino acids that other plant matter doesn't. (Where would vegetarians be without tofu?) Most vegans and vegetarians also have to take dietary supplements to remain healthy; to replace what they're not getting from animal proteins. This simply wasn't an option for people who lived in earlier times or who live today in poorer conditions than Western societies. To them, meat is precious; costly and difficult to obtain.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Ohh, I have lots to write about the way we produce and distribute our food. I'm a great fan of Michael Pollan ('The Botany of Desire', 'The Omnivores Dilemma'). Too bad I have no time right now. Expect great things from me around the middle of next week!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Well, my point is that I don't think there's much that can't be consumed, aside from the usual taboo items (other people) and things that are just too ugly to eat (other people). The issue is how you raise your food and how you harvest or slaughter it. It should be done respectfully, with the good of the product being the priority. Animal or vegetable, the good of the product contributes to the good of the human.
I have more opinions on animal and vegetable rights--and minerals too--you'll be interested or horrified to know. I'll hold forth on this at greater length in another post.