I check to see if I have incomplete thoughts. Those live as blog posts that are started but not completed. Just found four, finished 'em off and published them, but they're back between 2007 and 2008. So, old news, old views.
Nevertheless, they're completed.
I'm working to gain the most votes in an online sweepstakes to get a free one year lease on a new Lexus hybrid - you could go vote for me right now by clicking on this link. You could win a lease for a year yourself!
I'll wait a moment while you go vote for me.
Thanks!
So, last night I was doing some laundry, and E called. E is about to list his manse for sale up there in Canadia, and it seems that there are ZERO properties listed in his MLS zone. Zero. Inventory = zero.
I think it'll sell fairly speedily.
He has plans to visit hither and yon, and has suggested that a post-Labor Day (US - if it was Canada, it would be Labour Day after all) visit to Houstonia.
Well, hide the children and the small animals because he AND RtH are coming to stay for a weekish sometime soon! Ring the bells! Charge the fire hydrants! Alert the media!
I can't wait. It should be a HOOT.
Speaking of hooting, Matticia is in town this weekend and that should be all fun, all the time. Off to hoot-owl land!
DJHJD
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
I was explaining the first time home buyer tax credit just yesterday - and the client was stunned. "Why don't people know about this?"
Well, there's knowing it exists and there's knowing how to access it.
For people buying a home to owner occupy between now and November 30, 2009, there is a tax credit of $8,000 available if they meet the qualifications.
A tax credit is a reduction in TAX which can be paid as a refund if no tax is owed. Most people are familiar with an income credit, which reduces only the income on which tax is owed.
Simply put, if your client is like most people, they get a refund back each year. This tax credit gives them an additional eight thousand dollars in refund. This money can be used to pay down payment and closing costs in the State of Texas (while funding holds out) or just gives your customer a huge refund.
So, you can generate more closings or more referrals by letting your customers know about this program. Even if they don't personally qualify, the information may help their friends, which increases referrals and retention.
Here are the bullet points you can use to let people know about the program:
* First time home buyer means that they cannot have owned any property during the three years prior to the purchase
* If they borrowed money to purchase, it has to be an FHA loan
* They can either take the credit when they file their 2009 tax return next year, OR they can amend their 2008 return and take the credit now - getting the money in about six weeks
* They cannot have delinquent student loans, tax obligations, money owed to the Federal government, or child support obligations, or the credit would be used to pay down those obligations
* If they earned more than $90,000 in gross income in the year they take the credit, they are ineligible
Here is where the real meat is, that will give you the ability to generate a ton of good will and more referrals -
* If they bought their first home (under these rules) between April 1, 2008 and today, they can amend their 2008 return and get the money before summer's end.
Think for a moment what it would do for you if someone you had done good business with contacted you and said "Hey, I think you qualify to get eight grand back from the IRS - you should look into that". Would you be excited? Would you think first of that person when a friend was looking for that service?
You sure would.
If you want to know how to use the money for new transactions at closing, I'll gladly go through that for you with a more detailed briefing.
If you'd like a flyer that you can send out to your clients, just hit me back and tell me how many you want.
Of course, everything has to have a hook in it - I do these tax return amendments for $125 each. I would love to support you in expanding your good will by delivering swift, accurate and warm service to your clients!
I know that it's tough to think about marketing yourself most of the time, given that there is so much else to be done - but this is a slam dunk way to generate terrific good will only for going through your closing list and contacting people who look like they qualify.
If you want to visit about this and get more information, please call me!
Douglas
Well, there's knowing it exists and there's knowing how to access it.
For people buying a home to owner occupy between now and November 30, 2009, there is a tax credit of $8,000 available if they meet the qualifications.
A tax credit is a reduction in TAX which can be paid as a refund if no tax is owed. Most people are familiar with an income credit, which reduces only the income on which tax is owed.
Simply put, if your client is like most people, they get a refund back each year. This tax credit gives them an additional eight thousand dollars in refund. This money can be used to pay down payment and closing costs in the State of Texas (while funding holds out) or just gives your customer a huge refund.
So, you can generate more closings or more referrals by letting your customers know about this program. Even if they don't personally qualify, the information may help their friends, which increases referrals and retention.
Here are the bullet points you can use to let people know about the program:
* First time home buyer means that they cannot have owned any property during the three years prior to the purchase
* If they borrowed money to purchase, it has to be an FHA loan
* They can either take the credit when they file their 2009 tax return next year, OR they can amend their 2008 return and take the credit now - getting the money in about six weeks
* They cannot have delinquent student loans, tax obligations, money owed to the Federal government, or child support obligations, or the credit would be used to pay down those obligations
* If they earned more than $90,000 in gross income in the year they take the credit, they are ineligible
Here is where the real meat is, that will give you the ability to generate a ton of good will and more referrals -
* If they bought their first home (under these rules) between April 1, 2008 and today, they can amend their 2008 return and get the money before summer's end.
Think for a moment what it would do for you if someone you had done good business with contacted you and said "Hey, I think you qualify to get eight grand back from the IRS - you should look into that". Would you be excited? Would you think first of that person when a friend was looking for that service?
You sure would.
If you want to know how to use the money for new transactions at closing, I'll gladly go through that for you with a more detailed briefing.
If you'd like a flyer that you can send out to your clients, just hit me back and tell me how many you want.
Of course, everything has to have a hook in it - I do these tax return amendments for $125 each. I would love to support you in expanding your good will by delivering swift, accurate and warm service to your clients!
I know that it's tough to think about marketing yourself most of the time, given that there is so much else to be done - but this is a slam dunk way to generate terrific good will only for going through your closing list and contacting people who look like they qualify.
If you want to visit about this and get more information, please call me!
Douglas
Forty years ago today
Watching this video reconnects me to the sense of excitement and exhilaration that I felt forty years ago, watching this live in the summer of 1969.
Looking on the brighter side
How many times have you had someone tell you to just cheer up, or to look at the bright side? How many self-help programs tell you to focus on the positive?
For many years, I thought looking on the brighter side was either a Pollyanna exhortation or an impossibility. What about all of this reality?
Other people's negativity brought about my own negative reaction to them. THEY shouldn't be so negative, after all. They were unfair, and unreasonable. MY negativity, though was always VERY reasonable.
I know that my own view of my life has changed quite a bit, and now when I observe someone else's negativity, I just find it noteworthy and something I don't choose to be near. An example -
The office occupants downstairs from us operate a healing practice - chiropractic, massage, acupuncture and such. The requisite elements are present - lovely bamboo, comforting furniture, appealing scent - yet, in our short relationship as neighbors they have complained repeatedly of our interference with their occupancy. They have locked the gates and doors without considering whether we are present, they have parked their cars to block us from entering or leaving, and then complained repeatedly about our presence, not our acts.
It used to really annoy me, their view and communications. Now, I just find it puzzling. Do they understand the weird connection between their business and their lack of awareness of other people?
Looking on the brighter side IS a choice. It feels better, and it is antithetical to the way most humans are trained to view life. It requires practice and repetition to seed firmly into the psyche. There is not a sense of Pollyanna ignorance to having a brighter viewpoint - there is only peace and a sense that everything will work out as it should.
Today's New York Times features an article that suggests a life without enjoyment isn't worth living. Very interesting stuff to consume as I reflect on this idea.
For many years, I thought looking on the brighter side was either a Pollyanna exhortation or an impossibility. What about all of this reality?
Other people's negativity brought about my own negative reaction to them. THEY shouldn't be so negative, after all. They were unfair, and unreasonable. MY negativity, though was always VERY reasonable.
I know that my own view of my life has changed quite a bit, and now when I observe someone else's negativity, I just find it noteworthy and something I don't choose to be near. An example -
The office occupants downstairs from us operate a healing practice - chiropractic, massage, acupuncture and such. The requisite elements are present - lovely bamboo, comforting furniture, appealing scent - yet, in our short relationship as neighbors they have complained repeatedly of our interference with their occupancy. They have locked the gates and doors without considering whether we are present, they have parked their cars to block us from entering or leaving, and then complained repeatedly about our presence, not our acts.
It used to really annoy me, their view and communications. Now, I just find it puzzling. Do they understand the weird connection between their business and their lack of awareness of other people?
Looking on the brighter side IS a choice. It feels better, and it is antithetical to the way most humans are trained to view life. It requires practice and repetition to seed firmly into the psyche. There is not a sense of Pollyanna ignorance to having a brighter viewpoint - there is only peace and a sense that everything will work out as it should.
Today's New York Times features an article that suggests a life without enjoyment isn't worth living. Very interesting stuff to consume as I reflect on this idea.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Things falling into place
Further to my last - I've wrestled with how to lay out the furniture that I am keeping in the new pad, as I have previously shared. Last night, I had my first netflix in the new place and so I organized the TV and DVD player (without furniture, gets amusing) and the layout just flashed for me.
It's not going to be roomy, but it will be very effective. It will also look terrific.
And, there will be no wasted space.
Last night, after nearly a year, I unpacked my antique camel back miniature mantel clock. I wound it up, and it started ticking away in its old, comfortable manner. Keeps great time when it's sitting level.
Now, I want to bake some bread. I have my loaf pans, but no bowls. Have the yeast, but no flour. Yet.
This weekend will hopefully involve recovering some or all of my kitchenware from storage.
It's not going to be roomy, but it will be very effective. It will also look terrific.
And, there will be no wasted space.
Last night, after nearly a year, I unpacked my antique camel back miniature mantel clock. I wound it up, and it started ticking away in its old, comfortable manner. Keeps great time when it's sitting level.
Now, I want to bake some bread. I have my loaf pans, but no bowls. Have the yeast, but no flour. Yet.
This weekend will hopefully involve recovering some or all of my kitchenware from storage.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Day two and a half
So, Monday was an independence day for me personally.
Independence from .. you may ask? Well, I'll tell you.
First, it's independence from the high drama I've always had around me. The drama structure made quite a bit of noise as it was exiting, I'll tell you.
Second, it's independence from the idea that more is more. This place I've moved into is SMALL. The closet is smaller than the one I had while growing up, albeit nicely trimmed with ceramic tile floor, recessed can light, multiple rods, nice shelves. The kitchen has enough room to be very functional, but no extra counter space to host "pretty things". The refrigerator does not promote cooking too much. There is no room for collections of books, ceramics, wall art - it's the smallest place I've ever lived.
And yet, it seems liberating. What more does one NEED? When a bird builds a nest, it doesn't build a duplex. Of course, birds neither collect decorative items, nor hang clothing, but still and all - why the obsession with having more and more?
Everything I ever gathered was to either compensate for something I felt weak about, or to prove something. Most of it was mindless, although carefully chosen and cunningly purchased. Lovingly packed, moved, unpacked, repacked, moved, unpacked. Dusted. Arranged.
SO much personal energy has been exerted in getting that just right.
I am now free of those restrictions.
So many structures that are now fading are being replaced with .. what, I'm not quite yet sure.
Independence from .. you may ask? Well, I'll tell you.
First, it's independence from the high drama I've always had around me. The drama structure made quite a bit of noise as it was exiting, I'll tell you.
Second, it's independence from the idea that more is more. This place I've moved into is SMALL. The closet is smaller than the one I had while growing up, albeit nicely trimmed with ceramic tile floor, recessed can light, multiple rods, nice shelves. The kitchen has enough room to be very functional, but no extra counter space to host "pretty things". The refrigerator does not promote cooking too much. There is no room for collections of books, ceramics, wall art - it's the smallest place I've ever lived.
And yet, it seems liberating. What more does one NEED? When a bird builds a nest, it doesn't build a duplex. Of course, birds neither collect decorative items, nor hang clothing, but still and all - why the obsession with having more and more?
Everything I ever gathered was to either compensate for something I felt weak about, or to prove something. Most of it was mindless, although carefully chosen and cunningly purchased. Lovingly packed, moved, unpacked, repacked, moved, unpacked. Dusted. Arranged.
SO much personal energy has been exerted in getting that just right.
I am now free of those restrictions.
So many structures that are now fading are being replaced with .. what, I'm not quite yet sure.
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
Beginning anew
Today was supposed to be spent developing a program for work, and it ended up mostly being consumed with non-profit work. Well, it needed doing.
Lots of people say that they're beginning anew, but what they're really saying is that they're going to give a new stab at things. This is actually beginning from the point of origin.
I'm re-posting something my friend Ann emailed me today - it's lovely and inspiring, and neatly fits in with my recent thinking about the ever present words "Love thy neighbor as thyself" or, more succinctly put "do unto others as you would have others do unto you".
Doesn't that suggest that our awareness must expand to include how others are cared for when they are down or in harm's way? To include how we view our own path through the world and how we leave it for others?
I have a lot more to say on this subject, but am about to skedaddle for a meditation service I'm going to conduct.
Here's Ann's email:
Handbook 2009
Health:
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
5. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer.
6. Play more games.
7. Read more books than you did in 2008.
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
9. Sleep for 7 hours.
10. Take a 10-30 minutes' walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
13. Don't overdo. Keep your limits.
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
16. Dream more while you are awake.
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away, but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and laugh more.
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Society:
25. Call your family often.
26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything.
28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30.. What other people think of you is none of your business.
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right thing!
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come.
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy, smile.
40. Pray daily.
Lots of people say that they're beginning anew, but what they're really saying is that they're going to give a new stab at things. This is actually beginning from the point of origin.
I'm re-posting something my friend Ann emailed me today - it's lovely and inspiring, and neatly fits in with my recent thinking about the ever present words "Love thy neighbor as thyself" or, more succinctly put "do unto others as you would have others do unto you".
Doesn't that suggest that our awareness must expand to include how others are cared for when they are down or in harm's way? To include how we view our own path through the world and how we leave it for others?
I have a lot more to say on this subject, but am about to skedaddle for a meditation service I'm going to conduct.
Here's Ann's email:
Handbook 2009
Health:
1. Drink plenty of water.
2. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a beggar.
3. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants.
4. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.
5. Make time to practice meditation, yoga, and prayer.
6. Play more games.
7. Read more books than you did in 2008.
8. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day.
9. Sleep for 7 hours.
10. Take a 10-30 minutes' walk every day. And while you walk, smile.
Personality:
11. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
12. Don't have negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.
13. Don't overdo. Keep your limits.
14. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
15. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip.
16. Dream more while you are awake.
17. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
18. Forget issues of the past. Don't remind your partner with his/her mistakes of the past. That will ruin your present happiness.
19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. Don't hate others.
20. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.
21. No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
22. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away, but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.
23. Smile and laugh more.
24. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Society:
25. Call your family often.
26. Each day give something good to others.
27. Forgive everyone for everything.
28. Spend time with people over the age of 70 & under the age of 6.
29. Try to make at least three people smile each day.
30.. What other people think of you is none of your business.
31. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch.
Life:
32. Do the right thing!
33. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
34. GOD heals everything.
35. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
36. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
37. The best is yet to come.
38. When you awake alive in the morning, thank GOD for it.
39. Your Inner most is always happy. So, be happy, smile.
40. Pray daily.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
This was indeed a first for me
I went tonight to see "Angels and Demons" with Robert - we were in an AMC theater that had, quite truthfully, confusing bathroom signage. After the show, we were both headed into the men's room and he paused as he was walking in to make sure it was the men's and not the women's.
As he passed through the door, he said "I had to make sure." Then, as we moved into the toilet area, he said "you know, I have to be careful. Twice I've walked into the women's. There have been some arrests."
Man, I had to work but I pulled together "Oh, yeah - that one was when you were dressed like Marie Antoinette. But, which was the other costume again? Was that the Betsy Ross, or the Carmen Miranda?"
EVERY urinal was occupied. One guy started to crack up. Robert quipped "Be nice to me, I was young and I had to make some money."
Me: "But, that was last week!"
Open chuckling among all the pissoir patronage. One guy says "This is just wrong for a bathroom conversation."
Robert: "Yeah, and my ankle still hurts from those high heels!"
Me: "Oh, so it WAS the Carmen Miranda!"
Now, everyone in the men's room is openly laughing.
We walk over to the sinks, and my soap dispenser dispenses nothing.
Me: "I thought soap dispensers were designed to dispense soap. This is against the laws of nature!"
More howling.
As the troops trooped out, every prior visitor to the WC was telling their lady about the hilarity.
Time for a new rule! Men can have social time in the men's room, too!
As he passed through the door, he said "I had to make sure." Then, as we moved into the toilet area, he said "you know, I have to be careful. Twice I've walked into the women's. There have been some arrests."
Man, I had to work but I pulled together "Oh, yeah - that one was when you were dressed like Marie Antoinette. But, which was the other costume again? Was that the Betsy Ross, or the Carmen Miranda?"
EVERY urinal was occupied. One guy started to crack up. Robert quipped "Be nice to me, I was young and I had to make some money."
Me: "But, that was last week!"
Open chuckling among all the pissoir patronage. One guy says "This is just wrong for a bathroom conversation."
Robert: "Yeah, and my ankle still hurts from those high heels!"
Me: "Oh, so it WAS the Carmen Miranda!"
Now, everyone in the men's room is openly laughing.
We walk over to the sinks, and my soap dispenser dispenses nothing.
Me: "I thought soap dispensers were designed to dispense soap. This is against the laws of nature!"
More howling.
As the troops trooped out, every prior visitor to the WC was telling their lady about the hilarity.
Time for a new rule! Men can have social time in the men's room, too!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
what the heck is a "solutions consultant?"
How can I phrase that?
How can I communicate what it is that I actually DO?
Here's an example -
Just a moment ago, a friend who's about to become a homeowner, told me the result of his property inspection. He said everything was as he expected it to be, except for a massive bee infestation.
In my head, I carry the following information:
My dear friend Mary has a cute little rent house, and her husband keeps bees on their adjacent lot, which is a truck farm.
Mary and Tom (husband) have mentioned (once) that their bee hives are managed by a bee keeper, who has a little business abating bees from homes and other property - without using chemicals. The bees can't be relocated IF they've been sprayed or fumigated.
So, I said "do NOT allow them to be sprayed or fumigated" - I have a referral who will remove the bees and put them in a safe place.
Problem solved.
I can do this in nearly any business matter.
How, though can this be monetized? Any ideas?
How can I communicate what it is that I actually DO?
Here's an example -
Just a moment ago, a friend who's about to become a homeowner, told me the result of his property inspection. He said everything was as he expected it to be, except for a massive bee infestation.
In my head, I carry the following information:
My dear friend Mary has a cute little rent house, and her husband keeps bees on their adjacent lot, which is a truck farm.
Mary and Tom (husband) have mentioned (once) that their bee hives are managed by a bee keeper, who has a little business abating bees from homes and other property - without using chemicals. The bees can't be relocated IF they've been sprayed or fumigated.
So, I said "do NOT allow them to be sprayed or fumigated" - I have a referral who will remove the bees and put them in a safe place.
Problem solved.
I can do this in nearly any business matter.
How, though can this be monetized? Any ideas?
health care from several perspectives
One of the few non-lobby, non-industry witnesses at Congressional health care hearings. As he speaks, you can hear that he is not motivated by trying to increase his personal income, but from recent, direct experience in trying to run a small business and dealing with health care from that perspective.
This article in the current Economist magazine has an interesting discussion regarding the process of reforming health care, and includes some opinion polling regarding the general opinion offered of the issue. As we saw last week, the public's opinion on health care reform is sharply different depending on how you frame the question.
Another article that I've found today from The New Republic suggests that one driving force in this debate is again going to be the young, as they drop off of health care plans that were in force due to their enrollment in education. Where are they to go now?
The other day, I was at a function and listened to a small group of men across age groups who were united in their rejection of any change to the status quo ante. Yet, they had no personal connection with any need for change - none of them had been rejected for pre-existing conditions, none had experienced difficulty in accessing benefits because none had been sick and apparently didn't know anyone - they were only parroting what they'd heard in the way of 'socialized medicine restricts choice' and 'Canadians have to wait for health care'.
People who have faced not having health care, who are unable to buy medication, see a doctor, see a specialist, get coaching from a health educator, or who find themselves in the cataclysmic place of having accessed health care and then having their claim retroactively denied cannot understand this argument.
Last night, I was talking with some close friends about religion and the Bible, and the idea was batted around that many people don't really know what the Bible says, and that a common teaching originating from those that are seeking to protect the status quo is to advise those who are not learned that people who study and try to understand can "twist the meaning and the words to fit their agenda".
The same thing is happening here in this debate, as it does in all elements of human discourse. Reasonable minds can easily agree about a path, but nearly all humans have the same goals and outcomes in common.
Whether one is inclined to favor single payor health care, or keep everything the same "but keep the damned lawyers from ruining everything" - keeping an open mind, hearing and learning as much as possible, and pushing away headlines and talking points in favor of doing your own research will provide for the most balanced outcome.
This is my first post using a new Firefox plug in that easily allowed me to haul in references and links, and post them most effectively, so it may look a little clunky. I'll learn, though
Further to my last
Check out this picture. Hey, it's me! It's me and I wasn't the one who discovered that cartoon!
Some random thoughts:
It's time to release a blizzard of books that I don't read. I have READ them, but I don't still READ them. I look at them and think "well, I don't want to look at that.."
I've now posted a bunch of them on Amazon, and loaded another big stack into the car to go to the church garage sale.
Some random thoughts:
It's time to release a blizzard of books that I don't read. I have READ them, but I don't still READ them. I look at them and think "well, I don't want to look at that.."
I've now posted a bunch of them on Amazon, and loaded another big stack into the car to go to the church garage sale.
Friday, June 26, 2009
A change in course
I received my first web-connected computer - a Zenith laptop - in 1988.
It was shipped to me FedEx - it was twice the size of a modern laptop, with a blue on silver LCD screen. 10MB hard drive. 80806 Intel chip. 2400 baud modem.
It was the pinnacle of what was available 21 years ago.
I frankly don't know what I did to divert myself prior to 21 years ago. There were no cell phones, no iPods. Just books. I know that I read a great deal. I didn't engage in watching much television even then. I did have more external contact.
My computer came with a subscription to CompuServe - then, the most advanced of the internet services. They had email, chat, news, stocks, all in text only format, all of which spilled across my silvered screen in purple/blue letters and lines.
Fairly quickly, I knew that I was avoiding work and life by focusing on this safety zone. It's seemingly impossible to break away from that sort of distraction, and somewhat terrifying to see it happening but not be able to stop.
For these last two decades, I've zeroed my attention in on my computer, and although I've produced a prodigious amount of work output, I've also invested the large part of my time reading, reading, reading. It was like having access to the Library of Alexandria in real time - without having to get up from my chair.
I can completely understand how some South Korean video gamers end up dying in their chair after not having moved for three days during an intense game.
So, things are changing and I have been calling out to the Universe for support in changing for months. In the next week, my environment will change and in that new space there will be no spot for the computer, nor connection to the interwebs. All communicating of that nature will be during business hours.
What will step forth to replace that time and focus will be a renewal of live interaction, a renewal of my standards of care for clothing, home and vehicle, and a reconnection with reading that is no longer of the divergent sort, but of the challenge to self-structure sort.
After hearing of this notion, I was told that I was going to be getting a Roku for my birthday, so the blackout may be over by mid-October. In the meantime, the political blogs and reading are cast out, and the endless searching for some new piece of information is likewise cast out.
I'll let you know how this all goes.
It was shipped to me FedEx - it was twice the size of a modern laptop, with a blue on silver LCD screen. 10MB hard drive. 80806 Intel chip. 2400 baud modem.
It was the pinnacle of what was available 21 years ago.
I frankly don't know what I did to divert myself prior to 21 years ago. There were no cell phones, no iPods. Just books. I know that I read a great deal. I didn't engage in watching much television even then. I did have more external contact.
My computer came with a subscription to CompuServe - then, the most advanced of the internet services. They had email, chat, news, stocks, all in text only format, all of which spilled across my silvered screen in purple/blue letters and lines.
Fairly quickly, I knew that I was avoiding work and life by focusing on this safety zone. It's seemingly impossible to break away from that sort of distraction, and somewhat terrifying to see it happening but not be able to stop.
For these last two decades, I've zeroed my attention in on my computer, and although I've produced a prodigious amount of work output, I've also invested the large part of my time reading, reading, reading. It was like having access to the Library of Alexandria in real time - without having to get up from my chair.
I can completely understand how some South Korean video gamers end up dying in their chair after not having moved for three days during an intense game.
So, things are changing and I have been calling out to the Universe for support in changing for months. In the next week, my environment will change and in that new space there will be no spot for the computer, nor connection to the interwebs. All communicating of that nature will be during business hours.
What will step forth to replace that time and focus will be a renewal of live interaction, a renewal of my standards of care for clothing, home and vehicle, and a reconnection with reading that is no longer of the divergent sort, but of the challenge to self-structure sort.
After hearing of this notion, I was told that I was going to be getting a Roku for my birthday, so the blackout may be over by mid-October. In the meantime, the political blogs and reading are cast out, and the endless searching for some new piece of information is likewise cast out.
I'll let you know how this all goes.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
The best message ever left...
Prior to this, the top contender for the best message ever left was the vivid and unforgettable scene in the movie "The Godfather", in which the Hollywood executive wakes up in his silk sheeted bed with the head of his beloved race horse lying next to him.
How does one get all of that blood out of taupe gray silk anyway?
Judy's brother lives up the street a few doors, and has an older yellow lab who just LOVES me. I've "babysat" a few times, and I knew that they wanted me to watch her again soon.
I came home last night to a 40 pound bag of dog food lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, on which was written his request that I watch his dog in magic marker.
THE BEST MESSAGE EVER!!
How does one get all of that blood out of taupe gray silk anyway?
Judy's brother lives up the street a few doors, and has an older yellow lab who just LOVES me. I've "babysat" a few times, and I knew that they wanted me to watch her again soon.
I came home last night to a 40 pound bag of dog food lying in the middle of the kitchen floor, on which was written his request that I watch his dog in magic marker.
THE BEST MESSAGE EVER!!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Musing or is it just worrying?
I love this entry from the website "texts from last night"
(215): i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section
I did NOT love this personal on Craigslist today "It's hot out". What a capacity for understatement! Creativity pours forth.
You know, there are several things that astonish me.
One, that people continue to believe that depression is just a matter of attitude. "Just focus on the good things".
Two, that people continue to believe that someone would choose a "lifestyle" or "preference" that involves having every aspect of your being long for a person antithetical to every message be they religious, social, family, media, entertainment, visual, aural and otherwise.
Three, that people continue to believe that people who are overweight or have developed adult onset diabetes should just "eat less" and that they are somehow flawed in their character.
There are more things that astonish me, but I'm doing my best today to avoid seeming bitter (grin).
(215): i got kicked out of Barns and Nobles cuz i put all the bibles in the fiction section
I did NOT love this personal on Craigslist today "It's hot out". What a capacity for understatement! Creativity pours forth.
You know, there are several things that astonish me.
One, that people continue to believe that depression is just a matter of attitude. "Just focus on the good things".
Two, that people continue to believe that someone would choose a "lifestyle" or "preference" that involves having every aspect of your being long for a person antithetical to every message be they religious, social, family, media, entertainment, visual, aural and otherwise.
Three, that people continue to believe that people who are overweight or have developed adult onset diabetes should just "eat less" and that they are somehow flawed in their character.
There are more things that astonish me, but I'm doing my best today to avoid seeming bitter (grin).
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Monetize? How?
Every day that I drive into town from out here at the Judy shack, I get to experience some of the most ill-mannered driving styles found in this area.
That having been said, I thought I'd share a few interesting thoughts.
Over the last fifteen years or so, we've seen two heinous criminal defenses/alibis that have been proffered over and over again. They are ALWAYS a lie, and they have become so prevalent as lies that they are being soundly rejected.
This would be the "Gay Panic" defense, and the "A Man Kidnapped/Carjacked/Assaulted me" and took/killed the spouse/child.
In the case of the latter, when some person has engaged in the most vile sorts of perfidy, killing or gravely injuring someone very close to them in relationship - they always blame some dark skinned man/men of nondescript appearance.
Has anyone noticed how often and how quickly it turns out that there was no dark skinned man?
The "Gay Panic" defense is equally vile - here, younger men (usually either engaged fully in straight society, hookers, hustlers or otherwise) brutally attack and usually kill an older gay man, take his money, credit cards and car, and go on a days long spree of relative freedom.
When caught, they assert that said older (now dead) gay man "came on to them" and made unwelcome sexual advances.
Okay, so .. as Nancy Reagan oft repeated "Just Say No".
News flash to said younger men - if a single, somewhat effeminate older man compliments your appearance, offers you money, food and shelter and you DON'T get a little nudge toward the nookie - you've discovered Santa Claus's warm weather hideaway.
Fortunately for the dark skinned men, the dragnet now less frequently catches up one of these innocent bystanders and the villain is revealed for what they are fairly quickly. I am aware that dark skinned people have for decades been lynched, beaten, gassed, jailed and put to hard labor for just being handy. More scientific criminal investigations and the ubiquitous electronic nannies such as video surveillance, OnStar and cell phones have started to interrupt that process.
For the gayer set, however, the "gay panic" defense is alive, well and kicking. Only recently did we first see a Defendant lose utterly in his "gay panic" defense in the matter of Angie Zapata.
In the practice of law, certain circumstances give rise to "presumptions" which may be refuted by contravening testimony advanced by the opposing side.
I propose that in criminal investigations and judicial prosecutions, the promoters of Justice create for themselves a working presumption that should any suspect or defendant advance either of "A Random Black/Latino Man Did It" or "He Tried To Grab Me, So I Beat Him To Death" - the entire crime and prosecution team make the logical presumption that the accused did it. No more should we seek to plead out the young murderer to property crimes because someone touched his wee-wee. No more should we start rounding up men of color because some blond woman in an SUV screams that her husband/baby were taken off by black men with no definite description.
Just focus on them's that did it.
That having been said, I thought I'd share a few interesting thoughts.
Over the last fifteen years or so, we've seen two heinous criminal defenses/alibis that have been proffered over and over again. They are ALWAYS a lie, and they have become so prevalent as lies that they are being soundly rejected.
This would be the "Gay Panic" defense, and the "A
In the case of the latter, when some
Has anyone noticed how often and how quickly it turns out that there was no dark skinned man?
The "Gay Panic" defense is equally vile - here, younger men (usually either engaged fully in straight society, hookers, hustlers or otherwise) brutally attack and usually kill an older gay man, take his money, credit cards and car, and go on a days long spree of relative freedom.
When caught, they assert that said older (now dead) gay man "came on to them" and made unwelcome sexual advances.
Okay, so .. as Nancy Reagan oft repeated "Just Say No".
News flash to said younger men - if a single, somewhat effeminate older man compliments your appearance, offers you money, food and shelter and you DON'T get a little nudge toward the nookie - you've discovered Santa Claus's warm weather hideaway.
Fortunately for the dark skinned men, the dragnet now less frequently catches up one of these innocent bystanders and the villain is revealed for what they are fairly quickly. I am aware that dark skinned people have for decades been lynched, beaten, gassed, jailed and put to hard labor for just being handy. More scientific criminal investigations and the ubiquitous electronic nannies such as video surveillance, OnStar and cell phones have started to interrupt that process.
For the gayer set, however, the "gay panic" defense is alive, well and kicking. Only recently did we first see a Defendant lose utterly in his "gay panic" defense in the matter of Angie Zapata.
In the practice of law, certain circumstances give rise to "presumptions" which may be refuted by contravening testimony advanced by the opposing side.
I propose that in criminal investigations and judicial prosecutions, the promoters of Justice create for themselves a working presumption that should any suspect or defendant advance either of "A Random Black/Latino Man Did It" or "He Tried To Grab Me, So I Beat Him To Death" - the entire crime and prosecution team make the logical presumption that the accused did it. No more should we seek to plead out the young murderer to property crimes because someone touched his wee-wee. No more should we start rounding up men of color because some blond woman in an SUV screams that her husband/baby were taken off by black men with no definite description.
Just focus on them's that did it.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
It is a puzzlement
All of the conversations I overheard today were just .. baffling.
All of the conversations I engaged in today were .. rewarding.
I found my best friend from law school today, and feel a sense of great relief and satisfaction.
I found the two men I was closest to in high school this evening (who still live) and felt gratitude.
I met a young woman who truly didn't like me at all, and I don't buy the story that they're telling.
I thought that a useless display trinket I've wanted to own for a long, long time would be finally mine (meaning, at the price I wanted to pay) but it did not come to pass.
I'm not tired and I should be.
I am finding that sometimes when I procrastinate, it is because more research needs to be done, or because more information is coming my way that I don't know to expect.
The "hurry up and wait" mentality confuses me.
I can't decide if it would be acceptable for me to wear jeans to church tomorrow.
I wish my car were cleaner, but it's too bloody hot to go out there and wash it myself.
I need to go through my storage unit and dig out more stuff.
All of the conversations I engaged in today were .. rewarding.
I found my best friend from law school today, and feel a sense of great relief and satisfaction.
I found the two men I was closest to in high school this evening (who still live) and felt gratitude.
I met a young woman who truly didn't like me at all, and I don't buy the story that they're telling.
I thought that a useless display trinket I've wanted to own for a long, long time would be finally mine (meaning, at the price I wanted to pay) but it did not come to pass.
I'm not tired and I should be.
I am finding that sometimes when I procrastinate, it is because more research needs to be done, or because more information is coming my way that I don't know to expect.
The "hurry up and wait" mentality confuses me.
I can't decide if it would be acceptable for me to wear jeans to church tomorrow.
I wish my car were cleaner, but it's too bloody hot to go out there and wash it myself.
I need to go through my storage unit and dig out more stuff.
Friday, June 19, 2009
As much as I study
People still baffle me. Not all people, I have collected a set that are fairly predictable.
But people can still just absolutely challenge all expectations. Even deeply cynical expectations.
I know each person is living their own stage play that is unfolding within their own cranium, and that outside images and messages are filtered through their stage play's script to work into the play as they are directing it.
Maybe if there were a communications rating system that could be utilized for pre-screening. A "1" could refer to someone with no sense of self-causation, and a "10" could refer to someone with a full sense of self-causation and an openness to not "knowing" what is going on.
Would save a lot of time and disappointment.
But people can still just absolutely challenge all expectations. Even deeply cynical expectations.
I know each person is living their own stage play that is unfolding within their own cranium, and that outside images and messages are filtered through their stage play's script to work into the play as they are directing it.
Maybe if there were a communications rating system that could be utilized for pre-screening. A "1" could refer to someone with no sense of self-causation, and a "10" could refer to someone with a full sense of self-causation and an openness to not "knowing" what is going on.
Would save a lot of time and disappointment.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
No one will prevail
Over on Facebook, I indulged myself in a little "How much do you know about Douglas" quiz that has stymied everyone who has tried to climb it.
As I was framing it up, I figured that most of the questions and answers I had created were indeed never disclosed or rarely disclosed.
Sneaky.
As I was framing it up, I figured that most of the questions and answers I had created were indeed never disclosed or rarely disclosed.
Sneaky.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Averred, advised, revised..
So, here we are - June 13, nearing the end of the day. I've just watched "1776" on DVD, which I've never seen on stage or as a movie. Lord, two hours and forty six minutes. It was interesting, yes, but .. not a great musical. I can scratch that off the list, though.
Idle questions -
Why do people selling cars (that I find appealing) on eBay ask prices that aren't remotely connected to reality? $69,000 for a 1969 4-4-2 W32? Uh ...
Who would put a sun porch on the back of a house in SE Texas? Today, the "high" on the sun porch reached 130F. Outside, it never got higher than 96. What plants could I put on that porch that would be baked alive?
When do people grow up?
Back to our regularly scheduled program.
Tomorrow is a busy, busy day for me. Monday, well, hell the rest of the week, too.
FOCUS!
I need er.. will now manifest some web developers and marketing support to move things forward.
And, I had planned to take a vacation at the end of next month - and forget to ORGANIZE it. I think I need to get on that stick.
Idle questions -
Why do people selling cars (that I find appealing) on eBay ask prices that aren't remotely connected to reality? $69,000 for a 1969 4-4-2 W32? Uh ...
Who would put a sun porch on the back of a house in SE Texas? Today, the "high" on the sun porch reached 130F. Outside, it never got higher than 96. What plants could I put on that porch that would be baked alive?
When do people grow up?
Back to our regularly scheduled program.
Tomorrow is a busy, busy day for me. Monday, well, hell the rest of the week, too.
FOCUS!
I need er.. will now manifest some web developers and marketing support to move things forward.
And, I had planned to take a vacation at the end of next month - and forget to ORGANIZE it. I think I need to get on that stick.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Channeling the Orlando magic
Orlando magic sinus infection, actually.
So, feeling like your head is burning up isn't the most fun one can have. Seems to be that, anyway.
I have more stuff on the "to do" list that needs doing, but it isn't going to get done today. Just about time to wrap things up and head for the house.
So many things to keep track of - most of them seemingly insignificant. For instance, I could benefit by opening up OnStar online, modifying my commuting preferences and get a run down of traffic in those areas before I headed out that way. Takes forever, as their interface sucks. Of course, if one were fortunate enough to have the equipment and subscription, XM NavTraffic would do that for me in real time - except I fully expect Sirius to screw that service up as well.
Well, according to the Chronicle's website, it seems the way is clear to head out, so off I go!
So, feeling like your head is burning up isn't the most fun one can have. Seems to be that, anyway.
I have more stuff on the "to do" list that needs doing, but it isn't going to get done today. Just about time to wrap things up and head for the house.
So many things to keep track of - most of them seemingly insignificant. For instance, I could benefit by opening up OnStar online, modifying my commuting preferences and get a run down of traffic in those areas before I headed out that way. Takes forever, as their interface sucks. Of course, if one were fortunate enough to have the equipment and subscription, XM NavTraffic would do that for me in real time - except I fully expect Sirius to screw that service up as well.
Well, according to the Chronicle's website, it seems the way is clear to head out, so off I go!
Monday, June 01, 2009
hanging at MCO
Another hour or more before we start boarding for the flight back home.
Airport is very dated but has free wifi - I'll take the funky 1992 carpeting in exchange for the free internet access.
CNN is hawking for Charles Schwab - encouraging people to invest "with as little as $100"
Great. Why not encourage them to refinance with adjustable rate mortgages??
Oh, that's happening too. Great.
Airport is very dated but has free wifi - I'll take the funky 1992 carpeting in exchange for the free internet access.
CNN is hawking for Charles Schwab - encouraging people to invest "with as little as $100"
Great. Why not encourage them to refinance with adjustable rate mortgages??
Oh, that's happening too. Great.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
last night in Orlando
Coming home tomorrow. This sure has been an interesting trip. Started out with seeing a Lamborghini convertible at the drive-through of the bank. Kind of makes you wonder - someone has a $400K car, but makes deposits at the drive through?
Got to the airport, bright and beautiful day. Got to gate C30, and could immediately see that the 757-300 that was scheduled had been replaced with a 737-900. Clearly a number of people were not going to be on the flight. Had a seat assignment for the last row of the original plane that were accommodated on the smaller one.
Went with Matticia to his bosses' new restaurant, had a few glasses of wine and some Bruscheta. Friday, we knocked around, went out for a drink, came back home. Saturday, we went shopping a tad, and Matt made a state dinner that was AWESOME.
Today, we drove up to visit my Dad which was quite the entertainment. Saw over 30 anti-abortion billboards on the way there and back. Interesting, considering today's murder. Interesting that the pro-lifers will speak for violence and murder until one of their number does it, and then they decry and deny everything.
Dad was entertained by having a new set of ears for his political ranting - and gave it his all. I think today that I found the source of my having people in my life who carry on a monologue of repeating self-interest, insisting on my attention but uninterested in anything but my hearing.
What to do with this insight? That remains to be seen.
There is a clear connection between the situation with my family today (and for the last twenty plus years) and the events at the church. How interesting that I can deal with it so easily at the church, both emotionally and intellectually, and I'm catapulted back forty years by the actions of family today. Hopefully, seeing the association will be productive for me.
Been re-reading "Your Marketing Sucks" in anticipation of using it in developing my own business and that of Fabulair.
Watched "The Dark Knight" this evening, finally. Got a copy of it for Christmas, which was shortly thereafter snatched up by someone. Very good movie.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow after I return home so I can wax the car.
Got to the airport, bright and beautiful day. Got to gate C30, and could immediately see that the 757-300 that was scheduled had been replaced with a 737-900. Clearly a number of people were not going to be on the flight. Had a seat assignment for the last row of the original plane that were accommodated on the smaller one.
Went with Matticia to his bosses' new restaurant, had a few glasses of wine and some Bruscheta. Friday, we knocked around, went out for a drink, came back home. Saturday, we went shopping a tad, and Matt made a state dinner that was AWESOME.
Today, we drove up to visit my Dad which was quite the entertainment. Saw over 30 anti-abortion billboards on the way there and back. Interesting, considering today's murder. Interesting that the pro-lifers will speak for violence and murder until one of their number does it, and then they decry and deny everything.
Dad was entertained by having a new set of ears for his political ranting - and gave it his all. I think today that I found the source of my having people in my life who carry on a monologue of repeating self-interest, insisting on my attention but uninterested in anything but my hearing.
What to do with this insight? That remains to be seen.
There is a clear connection between the situation with my family today (and for the last twenty plus years) and the events at the church. How interesting that I can deal with it so easily at the church, both emotionally and intellectually, and I'm catapulted back forty years by the actions of family today. Hopefully, seeing the association will be productive for me.
Been re-reading "Your Marketing Sucks" in anticipation of using it in developing my own business and that of Fabulair.
Watched "The Dark Knight" this evening, finally. Got a copy of it for Christmas, which was shortly thereafter snatched up by someone. Very good movie.
Hoping for cooler weather tomorrow after I return home so I can wax the car.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Miscellany - May 27 2009 (but finished on June 6)
A productive day, peppered with appointments out of the office. Who knew?
Yep. That's all I wrote back on May 27. I don't remember anymore what had come up, but I never got any further. Such a delicious blank space, and nothing erudite to contribute. Since then, I've posted a few things, tweeted a bit, wandered around.
So, since this remains a gorgeous blank space, I'll throw out some random thought-oids.
I love my car a lot more now that I have it cleaned and waxed. And repaired. Mostly.
I never thought I'd get attached to a cat, but it seems to have happened.
It's really frustrating to see that I've made huge progress in some areas and almost none in related areas
I wonder if I should sell my Petosky stones (they're worth about eight bucks) or put them on my desk with my other trinkets in the corner.
My dad has 267,000 miles on his 96 Olds 88. Basically, that car has been free for the last 167,000 miles or more.
I don't think that the friend I was hoping to see a movie with tonight is going to call. Unless I give up and drive toward home, and when I'm just about to exit, 27 miles east of downtown, he'll call.
I feel like doing some journalling tonight, but I also want to watch "The Boys in the Band" on DVD
The entire cast of "The Boys in the Band" save three died of AIDS related illnesses.
I had forgotten what the 1980s and early 1990s were like until I watched the special features of "The Boys in the Band" DVD last night. Everyone I knew was dying.
Pandora is the bomb. It's aces. It's got me listening to music, which I never used to do aside from in the car.
I really think that this job is the right one for me.
It's time to shut down and drive eastward for the night. Church tomorrow (June 6, remember?)
Yep. That's all I wrote back on May 27. I don't remember anymore what had come up, but I never got any further. Such a delicious blank space, and nothing erudite to contribute. Since then, I've posted a few things, tweeted a bit, wandered around.
So, since this remains a gorgeous blank space, I'll throw out some random thought-oids.
I love my car a lot more now that I have it cleaned and waxed. And repaired. Mostly.
I never thought I'd get attached to a cat, but it seems to have happened.
It's really frustrating to see that I've made huge progress in some areas and almost none in related areas
I wonder if I should sell my Petosky stones (they're worth about eight bucks) or put them on my desk with my other trinkets in the corner.
My dad has 267,000 miles on his 96 Olds 88. Basically, that car has been free for the last 167,000 miles or more.
I don't think that the friend I was hoping to see a movie with tonight is going to call. Unless I give up and drive toward home, and when I'm just about to exit, 27 miles east of downtown, he'll call.
I feel like doing some journalling tonight, but I also want to watch "The Boys in the Band" on DVD
The entire cast of "The Boys in the Band" save three died of AIDS related illnesses.
I had forgotten what the 1980s and early 1990s were like until I watched the special features of "The Boys in the Band" DVD last night. Everyone I knew was dying.
Pandora is the bomb. It's aces. It's got me listening to music, which I never used to do aside from in the car.
I really think that this job is the right one for me.
It's time to shut down and drive eastward for the night. Church tomorrow (June 6, remember?)
Friday, May 15, 2009
Outrage with a broad brush
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I do NOT understand gay Republicans.
Of course, I don't understand most Republicans. I don't mean the cloth coat, pre-Goldwater Republicans. I understand them quite well. I mean the snarling, bigoted, racist, hate-filled people who want to bomb every brown person into oblivion, save for the ones here in this country, for whom they reserve starvation, penury and Tasers.
But, gay + Republican = confusion. Mixed messages. Gay in behind hand behavior only. Gay, but vote against having any inclusion in the society. Gay, but hate on the brown people - even if you ARE a brown person.
Maybe my frustration with Gay Republicans is that I want to help them see that they're campaigning for their own restrictions. With non-Gay Republicans, it's easy enough to navigate "safe" conversations, or even to reach agreement on some issues. Most of the Republicans I know are not in favor of half-Billion dollar stadia for Millionaires to play in for the financial benefit of Billionaires, all paid for with tax dollars.
Here in Houston, we have four such with a fifth coming. What could we have done for people here with the more than $2,000,000 spent on these monuments to bread and circuses?
There is little disagreement on giving tax dollars to banks, or maintaining our enormous, wasteful military.
Wander, though, from such safe topics and the conversation degenerates into a snarling furball of anger toward taxes, toward brown or poor people, toward other countries, toward government.
These are never substantive conversations, and any effort to direct them into analytical discourse encounters an increase in volume. "Nancy Pelosi is a liar!" "Obama is a socialist!" "Tax and spend!" "Free markets!"
Of course, NOTHING is simple enough to be reduced to four or five words. Yet, these memes are thrown about as circular, self-proving statements. "How would you like to see things done?" "WE NEED FREE MARKETS!" Okay, free in what way? We let loose the bonds on the financial markets, and in five short years we ended up with world-wide calamity, but fewer than 0.05% of the population made a whale of a lot of money, most of which they've now lost.
Why is it so hard to engage in a discussion about what works and what doesn't, and come to some resolution, even if it is to disagree on how to get there?
Have we as a (human) race come so little down the path that we still cling to our fear of those who are not "like us" and make long-term choices based on that?
Back to gay Republicans - in talking with a young man whose Republican leanings I cannot penetrate - he, like so many people have been convinced since the early 1980s that Republicans will protect the average person, I guess. Not from affluence nor privilege, why would a working-class, Hispanic gay boy be a virulent follower of Bill O'Reilly and Glen Beck?
I've thought about this both on a macro and micro level; the only thing I can come up with through observation, conversation and assumption is that he, like any gay Republican I have encountered, isn't able to accept himself at all.
I've been there myself. I spent years fighting my sexuality. Even after twenty years of what I thought was acceptance, I still found plenty of self-limiting communication and behavior. I think when one combines growing up knowing you are something that your environment tells you is wrong and unacceptable with a very religious or conservative family upbringing, you can push yourself into expressions of self designed to contain or deny who you are, rather than expand and celebrate.
Of course, I don't understand most Republicans. I don't mean the cloth coat, pre-Goldwater Republicans. I understand them quite well. I mean the snarling, bigoted, racist, hate-filled people who want to bomb every brown person into oblivion, save for the ones here in this country, for whom they reserve starvation, penury and Tasers.
But, gay + Republican = confusion. Mixed messages. Gay in behind hand behavior only. Gay, but vote against having any inclusion in the society. Gay, but hate on the brown people - even if you ARE a brown person.
Maybe my frustration with Gay Republicans is that I want to help them see that they're campaigning for their own restrictions. With non-Gay Republicans, it's easy enough to navigate "safe" conversations, or even to reach agreement on some issues. Most of the Republicans I know are not in favor of half-Billion dollar stadia for Millionaires to play in for the financial benefit of Billionaires, all paid for with tax dollars.
Here in Houston, we have four such with a fifth coming. What could we have done for people here with the more than $2,000,000 spent on these monuments to bread and circuses?
There is little disagreement on giving tax dollars to banks, or maintaining our enormous, wasteful military.
Wander, though, from such safe topics and the conversation degenerates into a snarling furball of anger toward taxes, toward brown or poor people, toward other countries, toward government.
These are never substantive conversations, and any effort to direct them into analytical discourse encounters an increase in volume. "Nancy Pelosi is a liar!" "Obama is a socialist!" "Tax and spend!" "Free markets!"
Of course, NOTHING is simple enough to be reduced to four or five words. Yet, these memes are thrown about as circular, self-proving statements. "How would you like to see things done?" "WE NEED FREE MARKETS!" Okay, free in what way? We let loose the bonds on the financial markets, and in five short years we ended up with world-wide calamity, but fewer than 0.05% of the population made a whale of a lot of money, most of which they've now lost.
Why is it so hard to engage in a discussion about what works and what doesn't, and come to some resolution, even if it is to disagree on how to get there?
Have we as a (human) race come so little down the path that we still cling to our fear of those who are not "like us" and make long-term choices based on that?
Back to gay Republicans - in talking with a young man whose Republican leanings I cannot penetrate - he, like so many people have been convinced since the early 1980s that Republicans will protect the average person, I guess. Not from affluence nor privilege, why would a working-class, Hispanic gay boy be a virulent follower of Bill O'Reilly and Glen Beck?
I've thought about this both on a macro and micro level; the only thing I can come up with through observation, conversation and assumption is that he, like any gay Republican I have encountered, isn't able to accept himself at all.
I've been there myself. I spent years fighting my sexuality. Even after twenty years of what I thought was acceptance, I still found plenty of self-limiting communication and behavior. I think when one combines growing up knowing you are something that your environment tells you is wrong and unacceptable with a very religious or conservative family upbringing, you can push yourself into expressions of self designed to contain or deny who you are, rather than expand and celebrate.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Nigerian scammers and giggle greatness
The other day, a friend told me he'd received one of those chain letters in the mail in which you send a dollar to the person at the top of the list .. I had totally forgotten about that scam!
Back in the day, I had several clients who were convinced that they were going to get rich by sending a dollar to each of eight people. They wanted me to play with them, and I told them that it was as illegal as anything - not believing, they moved forward UNTIL a bunch of them got arrested IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM OF A LAWYER'S OFFICE!! The lawyer, by the by, had been telling them that there was nothing illegal with the scheme.
I guess that lawyer got their degree from a box of Chex Cereal.
Then, only a day later, I had an email from a dating site (that I frankly had forgotten I had once registered on) from some young man promising me eternal love and happiness - but he was regrettably back in South Africa. NIGERIAN SCAMMER! WHOOT! It has been YEARS since I've seen that come on, and I laughed right out loud.
And sent customer service a little note saying .. uh, nuke this guy's user account.
NOTHING is free. Love, money, property, profit, nothing. If it sounds too good to be true, it is.
Still, there's a sucker born every minute. I'm glad to be a mere observer.
Back in the day, I had several clients who were convinced that they were going to get rich by sending a dollar to each of eight people. They wanted me to play with them, and I told them that it was as illegal as anything - not believing, they moved forward UNTIL a bunch of them got arrested IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM OF A LAWYER'S OFFICE!! The lawyer, by the by, had been telling them that there was nothing illegal with the scheme.
I guess that lawyer got their degree from a box of Chex Cereal.
Then, only a day later, I had an email from a dating site (that I frankly had forgotten I had once registered on) from some young man promising me eternal love and happiness - but he was regrettably back in South Africa. NIGERIAN SCAMMER! WHOOT! It has been YEARS since I've seen that come on, and I laughed right out loud.
And sent customer service a little note saying .. uh, nuke this guy's user account.
NOTHING is free. Love, money, property, profit, nothing. If it sounds too good to be true, it is.
Still, there's a sucker born every minute. I'm glad to be a mere observer.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
why is it (May 2009 edition)
So, today I jetted over to Knapp Chevrolet after my friend Jimmy told me that they had a Victory Red 1LT RS over there.
Sitting there, out front, was indeed the first production Camaro that I could look at and sit inside of.
Red with black (cloth - it was a 1LT) - and the RS package (including wheels, which I wanted to see in person).
We crawled inside, and .. yes, it's somewhat claustrophobic in there. Yes, the window line is quite narrow. Yes, the interior is very plain. Yes, the view out the rear is very limited. Yes, the passenger side of the dash is featureless.
And yet, I love it. The Hyundai Genesis Coupe has a jewel-like interior, but seems .80 scale, as does the Acura RL. The Genesis Coupe also drove like a wizard, but left me cold on its looks.
I haven't driven the Camaro yet, but from the WaPo's auto editor, I'm going to love it.
Some of the very fun interactions between me and the very nice salesman who came outside to say hello:
"Oh, this is the only red they make." "No, they also have a red tintcoat color." "They only make ten colors." "Yes (recites ten colors by name)."
"We can put leather seats in this one much cheaper than getting the 2LT package." "Yes, but what about the other equipment that comes with the 2LT?" "It's just the leather."
"We had a guy come in and want to see the orange that was on the concept car at the car show. It doesn't come in orange." "Yes, it does. Inferno Orange."
Sitting there, out front, was indeed the first production Camaro that I could look at and sit inside of.
Red with black (cloth - it was a 1LT) - and the RS package (including wheels, which I wanted to see in person).
We crawled inside, and .. yes, it's somewhat claustrophobic in there. Yes, the window line is quite narrow. Yes, the interior is very plain. Yes, the view out the rear is very limited. Yes, the passenger side of the dash is featureless.
And yet, I love it. The Hyundai Genesis Coupe has a jewel-like interior, but seems .80 scale, as does the Acura RL. The Genesis Coupe also drove like a wizard, but left me cold on its looks.
I haven't driven the Camaro yet, but from the WaPo's auto editor, I'm going to love it.
Some of the very fun interactions between me and the very nice salesman who came outside to say hello:
"Oh, this is the only red they make." "No, they also have a red tintcoat color." "They only make ten colors." "Yes (recites ten colors by name)."
"We can put leather seats in this one much cheaper than getting the 2LT package." "Yes, but what about the other equipment that comes with the 2LT?" "It's just the leather."
"We had a guy come in and want to see the orange that was on the concept car at the car show. It doesn't come in orange." "Yes, it does. Inferno Orange."
Friday, May 01, 2009
sort, organize, clean, put away
I think I'm finally mostly settled into the new office.
I've been waffling over whether to unload my collection of 20th Century Limited memorabilia .. and I think I'm going to hang on to it for the time. I need to bring its display case over here to the office and hang it, and then unload the two boxes thereof.
It is driving me crazy that I have ONE ungrounded electrical outlet here. I need to get that upgraded.
Waiting to hear that my car is done. I may go home early and clean it up. It really, really needs the help.
Was watching "Elizabeth, the Golden Age" last night. AWESOME movie. I have to finish it tonight.
Anyone know how to replace an ungrounded outlet with a grounded one? Let me know.
I've been waffling over whether to unload my collection of 20th Century Limited memorabilia .. and I think I'm going to hang on to it for the time. I need to bring its display case over here to the office and hang it, and then unload the two boxes thereof.
It is driving me crazy that I have ONE ungrounded electrical outlet here. I need to get that upgraded.
Waiting to hear that my car is done. I may go home early and clean it up. It really, really needs the help.
Was watching "Elizabeth, the Golden Age" last night. AWESOME movie. I have to finish it tonight.
Anyone know how to replace an ungrounded outlet with a grounded one? Let me know.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
After a time away, a posting
Happy Birthday to my dear dutch Auntie, who celebrated in the Hill Country this weekend!
Pollen affects people very differently; it makes me want to sleep endlessly. I had respite from the onslaught of pollen up until Saturday, and then it whacked me like a Batman comic. So, although I was rocking today in church, I'm still wiped out.
As sundown approaches, I hope that wakefulness doesn't grab me by the throat. That happened quite a bit in the last thermonuclear pollen meltdown.
During sleep of late, I keep dreaming of having met a new, fascinating man. This afternoon, in the drooling, post-church napification, it was a beefy would be real estate investor who was looking at an old house and apartment set that I've dreamt about oft before. He was eagerly tearing into closets and other scary elements of the abandoned house that I wouldn't go near. Last night, I was at Southland Mall in Portage, where I had my first job. I met a handsome Dutch man, who had an adorable tow headed little boy, and seemed to work for Continental Airlines managing their 767-200ER fleet.
Both of those dreams were interrupted as they got interesting. I keep swearing that I'm going to go get earplugs, and I don't do it.
So, four fascinating new man dreams in five nights. The first one was a combined dream car/dream man dream in which I was driving a new BMW 7, ; I was driving it around at night, and couldn't figure the headlights out - had to stop at a non-corporate exotic car store and ask for help. THEN, had a dream about having a boyfriend who was handsome, and fun, and smart, and not out to be supported..
I don't know which dream is less likely. I say the boyfriend; Brian says the 7. I'd prefer an S8 anyway.
Tell it to stop.
Moving into the NEW new office, which replaces the OLD new office across the parking lot. The office space is glorious. I have to find movers to haul my office furniture back across town to the new space, and that has to happen by this week, pretty much, since I have nothing to work on at the moment in the way of surfaces and chair.
Projects are presenting themselves, and there is a lot of enthusiasm on my part for the spring and summer months. I'd still like to have some clear guidance on what to be when I grow up.
Several years ago, when I was uncommonly attracted to the VW Phaeton, I thought it was the end-all, be-all car for me - now, one has been offered to me at a high but decent price, and I keep thinking "green Imperial" - another opportunity to have something disintegrate in the driveway.
Uh, no.
Quite a shift. I'd love one of Jason's Magic Audis, but they don't sell that particular model here in the US (A8 short wheel base, W12 motor) so the closest I could come to Jason's MAGIC Audi would be a S8. I just don't see paying that much money for a car, though.
I think I'll watch another episode or two of "The World at War" - a BBC documentary filmed in the early 1970s. It's an amazing piece of work. Last night, Alger Hiss, Curtis LeMay, Avrill Harrimann, Lord Avon, and three members of the Imperial Japanese Cabinet were interviewed (on my TV!) Contrary to what we're hearing these days, the Japanese Cabinet members suggested that Japan would NOT have withdrawn from the war had we not dropped the atomic bomb, and that the Emperor himself made the decision to quit the war; the Cabinet, the Army and the Navy were totally against it. They wanted to fight to the last man.
I'm almost into the bonus material of the series. It's awesome. If you're a history buff or a WWII buff, you should rent this from Netflix (don't buy DVDs, sheesh!) and watch it. It's about 40 hours of programming, so don't expect to do it in a weekend.
Pollen affects people very differently; it makes me want to sleep endlessly. I had respite from the onslaught of pollen up until Saturday, and then it whacked me like a Batman comic. So, although I was rocking today in church, I'm still wiped out.
As sundown approaches, I hope that wakefulness doesn't grab me by the throat. That happened quite a bit in the last thermonuclear pollen meltdown.
During sleep of late, I keep dreaming of having met a new, fascinating man. This afternoon, in the drooling, post-church napification, it was a beefy would be real estate investor who was looking at an old house and apartment set that I've dreamt about oft before. He was eagerly tearing into closets and other scary elements of the abandoned house that I wouldn't go near. Last night, I was at Southland Mall in Portage, where I had my first job. I met a handsome Dutch man, who had an adorable tow headed little boy, and seemed to work for Continental Airlines managing their 767-200ER fleet.
Both of those dreams were interrupted as they got interesting. I keep swearing that I'm going to go get earplugs, and I don't do it.
So, four fascinating new man dreams in five nights. The first one was a combined dream car/dream man dream in which I was driving a new BMW 7, ; I was driving it around at night, and couldn't figure the headlights out - had to stop at a non-corporate exotic car store and ask for help. THEN, had a dream about having a boyfriend who was handsome, and fun, and smart, and not out to be supported..
I don't know which dream is less likely. I say the boyfriend; Brian says the 7. I'd prefer an S8 anyway.
Tell it to stop.
Moving into the NEW new office, which replaces the OLD new office across the parking lot. The office space is glorious. I have to find movers to haul my office furniture back across town to the new space, and that has to happen by this week, pretty much, since I have nothing to work on at the moment in the way of surfaces and chair.
Projects are presenting themselves, and there is a lot of enthusiasm on my part for the spring and summer months. I'd still like to have some clear guidance on what to be when I grow up.
Several years ago, when I was uncommonly attracted to the VW Phaeton, I thought it was the end-all, be-all car for me - now, one has been offered to me at a high but decent price, and I keep thinking "green Imperial" - another opportunity to have something disintegrate in the driveway.
Uh, no.
Quite a shift. I'd love one of Jason's Magic Audis, but they don't sell that particular model here in the US (A8 short wheel base, W12 motor) so the closest I could come to Jason's MAGIC Audi would be a S8. I just don't see paying that much money for a car, though.
I think I'll watch another episode or two of "The World at War" - a BBC documentary filmed in the early 1970s. It's an amazing piece of work. Last night, Alger Hiss, Curtis LeMay, Avrill Harrimann, Lord Avon, and three members of the Imperial Japanese Cabinet were interviewed (on my TV!) Contrary to what we're hearing these days, the Japanese Cabinet members suggested that Japan would NOT have withdrawn from the war had we not dropped the atomic bomb, and that the Emperor himself made the decision to quit the war; the Cabinet, the Army and the Navy were totally against it. They wanted to fight to the last man.
I'm almost into the bonus material of the series. It's awesome. If you're a history buff or a WWII buff, you should rent this from Netflix (don't buy DVDs, sheesh!) and watch it. It's about 40 hours of programming, so don't expect to do it in a weekend.
Monday, March 09, 2009
The dreams of my death are...
Pretty darned cool!
The other day, I was enjoying the random nonsense themes that my brain was generating (if you stop and reflect instead of letting it rule the roost, it's very much like having Lewis Carroll writing you a personalized fantasy all day long). As the monkey mind was spinning around, one of the thoughts that passed through was of serious illness and I re-assessed the idea of death. Most of my prior contemplations about death focused on anger, disappointment, or loss. This time, I was okay with it all. Okay as in I feel like I've gotten somewhere with this experience of life, and if it were my time, I'd be okay with it.
Perhaps that contemplation led me to this morning's multi-media dream event about my own death, but it was pretty darned cool.
As evidence for this being a sleeping dream, allow me to share with you that the circumstances and place of my demise were that I was about to make my first appearance as the Wicked Witch in a Broadway touring production of "Wicked," and would have been the first male cast in that role. I was in costume, and working with the production manager who had herself played the role of the witch, and she was showing me how easy it was going to be to fold myself in half and have only my flagellating arms and legs poking out of the hole in the stage that would facilitate the sequence where I was "dissolving" after having been doused with water. There was lots of gauze, and lots of activity (and the show was going on right then), and I went back around the curtain to prepare for my entrance. Just then, I gently fell to the floor, in a pool of muslin, heavy velvet and gauze and realized I was having a heart attack.
The dream continued with me calling on people who were yet alive, and with whom I had a strong emotional connection. My visitations with them were joyous; I was filled with love for them and for our relationship together. Occasionally, one of these people was able to perceive me as if nothing had changed, and we had conversational interaction.
Guy and I had some time together, going through a grocery store as he loaded his basket with items needed at home, and the two of us chatting about psychology, human behavior and airplanes, just as always. It was immensely rewarding.
The other day, I was enjoying the random nonsense themes that my brain was generating (if you stop and reflect instead of letting it rule the roost, it's very much like having Lewis Carroll writing you a personalized fantasy all day long). As the monkey mind was spinning around, one of the thoughts that passed through was of serious illness and I re-assessed the idea of death. Most of my prior contemplations about death focused on anger, disappointment, or loss. This time, I was okay with it all. Okay as in I feel like I've gotten somewhere with this experience of life, and if it were my time, I'd be okay with it.
Perhaps that contemplation led me to this morning's multi-media dream event about my own death, but it was pretty darned cool.
As evidence for this being a sleeping dream, allow me to share with you that the circumstances and place of my demise were that I was about to make my first appearance as the Wicked Witch in a Broadway touring production of "Wicked," and would have been the first male cast in that role. I was in costume, and working with the production manager who had herself played the role of the witch, and she was showing me how easy it was going to be to fold myself in half and have only my flagellating arms and legs poking out of the hole in the stage that would facilitate the sequence where I was "dissolving" after having been doused with water. There was lots of gauze, and lots of activity (and the show was going on right then), and I went back around the curtain to prepare for my entrance. Just then, I gently fell to the floor, in a pool of muslin, heavy velvet and gauze and realized I was having a heart attack.
The dream continued with me calling on people who were yet alive, and with whom I had a strong emotional connection. My visitations with them were joyous; I was filled with love for them and for our relationship together. Occasionally, one of these people was able to perceive me as if nothing had changed, and we had conversational interaction.
Guy and I had some time together, going through a grocery store as he loaded his basket with items needed at home, and the two of us chatting about psychology, human behavior and airplanes, just as always. It was immensely rewarding.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Went to a BMW 7 launch party last night
Reception. Open bar, sushi buffet, in the grand ballroom of the Zaza, with two brand new BMW 7s. The corporate product manager for 6/7 was there (we chatted her up for at least a half hour) plus the regional management for BMW corporate, a bunch of contract product specialists (whom my friend Jeffrey terrified all) and about 150 would bes and wanna bes milling about with about 20 be-s
A diminutive latin boy (he's 40 actually) named Carlos, very handsome, awesome body, about 5'4" who's in the real estate business was at the BMW reception last night. Thinks he's straight, but was glommed onto Jeffrey like a barnacle.
Carlos was talking to "his" BMW salesman from Advantage downtown, saying he'd had six BMWs in the last eight years. the salesman said "six? really?" Had he bought six from the same guy, the guy would have known Carlos' birth weight, along with the details of the cars.
Carlos was with a VERY handsome South American man name of Carlo who wasn't very comfortable and didn't speak very well English.
Carlo ditched Carlos, and Carlos started glomming in more firmly. By that time, we were at the bar and Jeffrey had struck up a conversation with McCain Herring (as in McCain and JoAnn Herring). We pawned Carlos off on JoAnn Herring's Granddaughter in law who took him home in her BMW Alpina B7 - the only example in the Houston area.
On the way out the door, I spoke to one of the marketing reps, and told her about the abysmal local level dealer internet communication and made some specific suggestions - which she said she was going to share with the regional and national BMW folks who make things happen. Heh!
A diminutive latin boy (he's 40 actually) named Carlos, very handsome, awesome body, about 5'4" who's in the real estate business was at the BMW reception last night. Thinks he's straight, but was glommed onto Jeffrey like a barnacle.
Carlos was talking to "his" BMW salesman from Advantage downtown, saying he'd had six BMWs in the last eight years. the salesman said "six? really?" Had he bought six from the same guy, the guy would have known Carlos' birth weight, along with the details of the cars.
Carlos was with a VERY handsome South American man name of Carlo who wasn't very comfortable and didn't speak very well English.
Carlo ditched Carlos, and Carlos started glomming in more firmly. By that time, we were at the bar and Jeffrey had struck up a conversation with
On the way out the door, I spoke to one of the marketing reps, and told her about the abysmal local level dealer internet communication and made some specific suggestions - which she said she was going to share with the regional and national BMW folks who make things happen. Heh!
Monday, February 23, 2009
The last Monday of February
More moving on the horizon - this is a great space here, but the noise from the neighbor downstairs and the car wash next door is disturbing. Getting out of storage, and into a more business like environment will be great.
Brian last night reminded me of the Hyundai Genesis Coupe, which I had seen and been impressed by at the Houston Auto Show and Gift Exchange. It's CHEAP. It's GORGEOUS. Wow.
Last week, I pulled a box of Marvin the Martian stuff out from my desk and unpacked it all. It just doesn't have the interest for me that it used to. Maybe it's time for it all to head yonder into the sunset.
Brian last night reminded me of the Hyundai Genesis Coupe, which I had seen and been impressed by at the Houston Auto Show and Gift Exchange. It's CHEAP. It's GORGEOUS. Wow.
Last week, I pulled a box of Marvin the Martian stuff out from my desk and unpacked it all. It just doesn't have the interest for me that it used to. Maybe it's time for it all to head yonder into the sunset.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
the day after Single Awareness Day
It's just astonishing how something totally made up can drive people to choose financial hardship, enormous and impossible expectations, or even bizarre, temporary assignations.
Valentine's Day was made up by Geoffrey Chaucer, who was a poet, and therefore had an axe to grind and sell. It lay mostly fallow until the mid 1800's, when it was resurrected by a writer (needing something to write about) and then a Massachusetts woman who created a niche for herself with mass produced Valentine's Day cards. Her father owned a large printing company, thus she was able to create this new product line and distribute it.
For a profit.
Only since the end of World War II has the United States lept off into the deep end of the commercial swimming pool, by lavishing ever more expensive trinkets on one's "love". The candy business sells over $345 Millions in chocolate. The event is good for an additional $250 Millions in hotel rooms. A billion cards, averaging $3.50 each. 110 Million roses at $40/dozen. The average consumer spends $77.43 for their Valentine.
For many, it is one of the only occasions during the year that their affection and appreciation is expressed for their loved one.
Well, I don't feel left out, disabused, a lesser being because I have not lavished effusive trinkets upon a special someone.
But, I do feel $77.43 better off.
Valentine's Day was made up by Geoffrey Chaucer, who was a poet, and therefore had an axe to grind and sell. It lay mostly fallow until the mid 1800's, when it was resurrected by a writer (needing something to write about) and then a Massachusetts woman who created a niche for herself with mass produced Valentine's Day cards. Her father owned a large printing company, thus she was able to create this new product line and distribute it.
For a profit.
Only since the end of World War II has the United States lept off into the deep end of the commercial swimming pool, by lavishing ever more expensive trinkets on one's "love". The candy business sells over $345 Millions in chocolate. The event is good for an additional $250 Millions in hotel rooms. A billion cards, averaging $3.50 each. 110 Million roses at $40/dozen. The average consumer spends $77.43 for their Valentine.
For many, it is one of the only occasions during the year that their affection and appreciation is expressed for their loved one.
Well, I don't feel left out, disabused, a lesser being because I have not lavished effusive trinkets upon a special someone.
But, I do feel $77.43 better off.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Where does the time go?
Twenty-nine days of January gone by already. Did I do anything with it? I think so. I hope so.
I want chocolate for reasons I cannot name. Should I or shouldn't I?
Should I, as it turns out.
I want chocolate for reasons I cannot name. Should I or shouldn't I?
Should I, as it turns out.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Just a spoon full of sugar...
My interest in blogging has been flagging for some time.
Is that because I've read elsewhere that blogging is passe? Most bloggers either use their sites for lots of posts related to their primary business (journalism) or their primary axe to grind (obvious) or politics. Many of the blog sites I used to frequent a few years ago are now dormant, and most of the personal blog sites are deader than a door nail.
So, we're back from the inauguration. It was AWESOME. The best part of the trip (aside from the amazing Westin Hotel "Heavenly Beds") was how people interacted everywhere we went. No grumbling, complaining, trying to get ahead in line, trying to gain an advantage. Open, friendly, excited, helpful - I could get used to living in that world all the time.
It's time for some sleep. And a clearance sale. More of that is coming my way - getting rid of more boxes of stuff I won't/don't use and don't want anymore.
Is that because I've read elsewhere that blogging is passe? Most bloggers either use their sites for lots of posts related to their primary business (journalism) or their primary axe to grind (obvious) or politics. Many of the blog sites I used to frequent a few years ago are now dormant, and most of the personal blog sites are deader than a door nail.
So, we're back from the inauguration. It was AWESOME. The best part of the trip (aside from the amazing Westin Hotel "Heavenly Beds") was how people interacted everywhere we went. No grumbling, complaining, trying to get ahead in line, trying to gain an advantage. Open, friendly, excited, helpful - I could get used to living in that world all the time.
It's time for some sleep. And a clearance sale. More of that is coming my way - getting rid of more boxes of stuff I won't/don't use and don't want anymore.
Friday, January 09, 2009
Where's the motivation?
I've hung up some pictures, but what is slowing me down is the mass of boxes and assorted crap that needs to be gone through, and about half either thrown away or photographed to sell on eBay and Amazon.
Blarg. No fun.
Blarg. No fun.
Slow starts, beautiful Fridays
I guess I can't be TOO self-critical; I did get all the stuff going to the church rummage sale, the resale shop and the office for the big eBay sell-off loaded into the car.
Why was it again that I didn't buy a truck? Lord.
I'm reading the most amazing book any gay man will ever take up - "Velvet Rage," which seems to be transformational for me, but the transformation is yet to be fully revealed.
If you're a gay man, or worried that you may be, you should read this book at once. Then, read it again.
Also, you MUST see "Revolutionary Road" unless you require your movies to be mindless, flashy distractions. It's an excellent piece, complex, nuanced, beautifully produced and filmed and splendidly acted.
I'm hoping there's a hammer at the office, since there isn't one here and my three are all locked up in my storage unit.
Did I mention that I found my fabulous little video camera yesterday? No? Sorry, it was in a box at the office, just as I suspected.
Tonight is a movie night at the church. Sunday is the big come to meeting day. I'll be away from the house most of the weekend, which is agreeable, I guess.
I guess I'd best get showered and join the stuff in the car for the trip into town.
Why was it again that I didn't buy a truck? Lord.
I'm reading the most amazing book any gay man will ever take up - "Velvet Rage," which seems to be transformational for me, but the transformation is yet to be fully revealed.
If you're a gay man, or worried that you may be, you should read this book at once. Then, read it again.
Also, you MUST see "Revolutionary Road" unless you require your movies to be mindless, flashy distractions. It's an excellent piece, complex, nuanced, beautifully produced and filmed and splendidly acted.
I'm hoping there's a hammer at the office, since there isn't one here and my three are all locked up in my storage unit.
Did I mention that I found my fabulous little video camera yesterday? No? Sorry, it was in a box at the office, just as I suspected.
Tonight is a movie night at the church. Sunday is the big come to meeting day. I'll be away from the house most of the weekend, which is agreeable, I guess.
I guess I'd best get showered and join the stuff in the car for the trip into town.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Re-arranged, now to unpack and unload
What a whiner I was this afternoon. I guess since I was paying for the privilege, it's acceptable. I can't find my Marvin the Martian camera bag that contains my cute little video camera. I wonder where in the heck I have left it.
Probably in a box at the office. Along with three boxes of VHS (which are all for Half-Price books on Friday,) six boxes of books (which have to be vetted through Amazon first,) 20 boxes of client files (which need a home in the unused front room) and ten boxes of miscellaneous file folders, laminating supplies, etc.
Just had a terrific response from the guy who did my Fabulair bag samples a year ago - ooooh, baby! Anyone want to buy a Fabulair bag? I'm getting 25 black and 25 white. Let me know. I can post a picture thereof, if it's something you'd like to see.
WHERE is my camera bag?
I have a 9 am doctor's appointment, and it's a 25 mile drive there. Officially - yuck.
But, it will have me at the office early. I have my work cut out for me.
Probably in a box at the office. Along with three boxes of VHS (which are all for Half-Price books on Friday,) six boxes of books (which have to be vetted through Amazon first,) 20 boxes of client files (which need a home in the unused front room) and ten boxes of miscellaneous file folders, laminating supplies, etc.
Just had a terrific response from the guy who did my Fabulair bag samples a year ago - ooooh, baby! Anyone want to buy a Fabulair bag? I'm getting 25 black and 25 white. Let me know. I can post a picture thereof, if it's something you'd like to see.
WHERE is my camera bag?
I have a 9 am doctor's appointment, and it's a 25 mile drive there. Officially - yuck.
But, it will have me at the office early. I have my work cut out for me.
Tuesday, January 06, 2009
the failure to shop around
The other day, I took my car back to CarMax for some repairs under the service agreement. Seems they don't just take your car in, you have to make an appointment, and tell them what they're going to be doing, and then bring it BACK. You have to go in because they don't answer the phone in the service department. Ever.
Well, I made an appointment to have these things done, and the service writer tells me that since I've nearly got 60,000 miles on the car, I need to schedule the 60,000 service for $440. What do I know? I remember when cars had to have brakes every 15,000 miles and their chassis fittings lubricated every 3,000 miles, and fell apart completely around 75,000 miles.
The morning of, I had a conflict. The snow fell, Yellowstone blew up, people voted Republican, SOMETHING. I started calling the CarMax folks at about 7:30 a.m. to tell them "I must reschedule."
But, CarMax's service department doesn't answer their phone, remember? I never got through to anyone. Left several messages. No calls returned.
Weeks pass.
I still need the work done, but I've had the oil changed and the cabin filter replaced (which involved a great deal of jerking, prying, wedging and swearing, but was finally done.) The total cost for these two services was less than $80 (plus the skinned cuticles and knuckles.)
Yesterday, I had decided that trying to communicate with CarMax and getting the car TO CarMax to re-make the appointment and then take it back FOR the appointment was too much trouble, and I'd just take the car to reliable Poutous Auto Repair on Kelvin.
I ask the nice lady at the desk what the cost is for the 60,000 mile service. She asks one of the owners. He says "there is no such thing." Uh, what? The CarMax guy was making it sound like it was a crucial thing - successful economic stimulus depended on my having this done RIGHT AWAY. Mike Poutous tells me "you probably need an oil change, a cabin filter replacement and a bunch of stuff checked. We'll check it for you, and then call you and tell you what needs to be dne, but I'm not going to tell you I'm going to charge you four or five hundred dollars to do the 60,000 mile service when it's an oil change and looking around under the hood."
I came back to the office, and looked at my owner's manual. At the 60,000 mile interval, GM tells me to:
* Change the oil
* Change the engine air filter
* Change the cabin air filter
* Rotate the tires
All of which have already been done, except for the "poke around under the hood."
By the by, my "dealer," David Taylor Cadillac, would like to collect $498.25 for this "service," PLUS PARTS and state sales tax. They'll install a PCV valve for me, and a fuel filter. Mind, the PCV valve and fuel filter would be EXTRA (and costs a buck sixty-nine and the fuel filter is seven bucks at AutoZone.) The fuel system "flush" involves putting a can of Wynn's fuel system flush in the gas tank.
Caveat Emptor. Ya better shop around.
Well, I made an appointment to have these things done, and the service writer tells me that since I've nearly got 60,000 miles on the car, I need to schedule the 60,000 service for $440. What do I know? I remember when cars had to have brakes every 15,000 miles and their chassis fittings lubricated every 3,000 miles, and fell apart completely around 75,000 miles.
The morning of, I had a conflict. The snow fell, Yellowstone blew up, people voted Republican, SOMETHING. I started calling the CarMax folks at about 7:30 a.m. to tell them "I must reschedule."
But, CarMax's service department doesn't answer their phone, remember? I never got through to anyone. Left several messages. No calls returned.
Weeks pass.
I still need the work done, but I've had the oil changed and the cabin filter replaced (which involved a great deal of jerking, prying, wedging and swearing, but was finally done.) The total cost for these two services was less than $80 (plus the skinned cuticles and knuckles.)
Yesterday, I had decided that trying to communicate with CarMax and getting the car TO CarMax to re-make the appointment and then take it back FOR the appointment was too much trouble, and I'd just take the car to reliable Poutous Auto Repair on Kelvin.
I ask the nice lady at the desk what the cost is for the 60,000 mile service. She asks one of the owners. He says "there is no such thing." Uh, what? The CarMax guy was making it sound like it was a crucial thing - successful economic stimulus depended on my having this done RIGHT AWAY. Mike Poutous tells me "you probably need an oil change, a cabin filter replacement and a bunch of stuff checked. We'll check it for you, and then call you and tell you what needs to be dne, but I'm not going to tell you I'm going to charge you four or five hundred dollars to do the 60,000 mile service when it's an oil change and looking around under the hood."
I came back to the office, and looked at my owner's manual. At the 60,000 mile interval, GM tells me to:
* Change the oil
* Change the engine air filter
* Change the cabin air filter
* Rotate the tires
All of which have already been done, except for the "poke around under the hood."
By the by, my "dealer," David Taylor Cadillac, would like to collect $498.25 for this "service," PLUS PARTS and state sales tax. They'll install a PCV valve for me, and a fuel filter. Mind, the PCV valve and fuel filter would be EXTRA (and costs a buck sixty-nine and the fuel filter is seven bucks at AutoZone.) The fuel system "flush" involves putting a can of Wynn's fuel system flush in the gas tank.
Caveat Emptor. Ya better shop around.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
The next to the last evening of 2008
I won't miss 2008 a bit, no thank you. Not that good things didn't begin to develop, and better, newer ways of being began to manifest. But, for those things to manifest, a great deal of lurching, gut-wrenching, free-falling uncertainty and drama was required and I didn't favor that very much, thank you.
The homework assignment before me is to write out in detail what I want if there were no considerations or obstacles. A good exercise for anyone, especially facing down the barrels of a new year.
I am seeing clearly for the first time just how much drama and obstacle most people put in front of themselves. They're tripping over it (I've been tripping over it) and not even aware that it's there, just going forward expecting that that is how things are supposed to be.
The homework assignment before me is to write out in detail what I want if there were no considerations or obstacles. A good exercise for anyone, especially facing down the barrels of a new year.
I am seeing clearly for the first time just how much drama and obstacle most people put in front of themselves. They're tripping over it (I've been tripping over it) and not even aware that it's there, just going forward expecting that that is how things are supposed to be.
Friday, December 19, 2008
What if we have an opportunity with this Rick Warren controversy?
First let me preface my diary by stating that I'm a Religious Scientist (not a Scientologist, click here for a wikipedia article.) I believe that everything we experience in life is coming from our own belief of the world.
That is a HARD thing to have to balance with something as initially disturbing as Rick Warren's selection to give the invocation at Obama's inauguration.
Unlike those that support HRC and the Log Cabin Republicans, I believe that everyone in the GLBT community deserves full human rights NOW. Unlike many, I believe that the anti-GLBT dialogue from those like Rick Warren contributes to the huge spike in anti-GLBT violence which was beautifully summarized by PICO over on Daily Kos today. How our leaders speak sets the tone by which people act and react.
When I saw Rick Warren was Obama's choice, I felt betrayed. However, these last few days, I've been wrestling with my own tendency to view myself as a victim of circumstances - even those circumstances that are fully within my control.
Victim/not victim. What is the difference? In the abstract, that's not difficult to understand.
In the moment of seeing what is clearly an abandonment, or a turning away after WE helped him get elected it's not as easy.
I agree with the folks who are complaining that in saying that he is for working together in spite of differences and what's gone in the past, Obama is saying that it we (the GLBT community) that has to give up being right and come across the aisle to shake hands and accept Rick Warren.
What if that's what Obama has in mind for us?
The other night, someone commenting on a GLBT themed diary on Daily Kos made the joke that without us, straight people are destined to have bad clothing, hair and drink cheap wine from a box.
Okay, you grinned, you know you did.
Even when we in the GLBT community are feeling most abused and diminished, we know that deep down we're very special people. What if Obama is, knowingly or unknowingly, calling for us to step forward and BE special?
Again, I've been wrestling with my own thinking and personality in the last week, and at that micro level (which is quite macro for me, thanks, but in the scheme of things..) I've been seeing where being right about being victimized has kept me back. Engaged in whipping up big drama has kept me back.
We are righteously whipping up big drama over Rick Warren's selection.
Is that what will best serve us as a people?
One thought - Rick Warren is giving the invocation. Dr. Joseph Lowery is giving the benediction. Rick Warren starts, but Dr. Lowery finishes.
Is that not a metaphor for what is happening here? We're starting the ceremony with self-righteousness, focusing on those that appear different so as to gain advantage, and selfish greed - and we're ending up with inclusion and acceptance and working together regardless of the apparent differences.
Moving from one to the opposite way of handling things. If we move to inclusion and acceptance and working together, we're going to HAVE to include and accept those that have not and do not accept us.
What if we, the GLBT community have this glorious opportunity to LEAD?
The website DailyOm today posted a spot-on comment about exactly this. They couldn't have known that we'd be wrestling with Rick Warren today. It's serendipity, if you believe in that, or it's the word of Spirit right at the moment it's needed, if you believe in that.
I'm going to give you the opening paragraph, but because of copyright and the site's TOS, you'll have to click through to read it all.
I don't know how exactly we're going to lead from this, but how about we start to look for ways to do so that aren't reaching back to the last 28 years and trying to be the powers that be that dictate terms to the other side? How about if we in the GLBT community follow the words of our newly elected leader, which are so poignant and so needed right now, and we accept, love, and work with everyone?
What if GLBT people were viewed as not only the ones with all the style, wit, flair and vibrance, but we also were the ones that gave the world peace and hope?
If we can create what we have already done, marginalized and closeted, we can do this. If we can create lasting community service organizations to help ourselves when the straight community abandoned us in righteous judgment over AIDS, we can do this.
It's a far more empowering mission than figuring out how to gain revenge for betrayal.
December 19, 2008
The Great Transformer
Loving What You Hate
"Hatred can be irrational, and it has a greater impact on the individual who hates than the person or object being hated. Yet overcoming hatred is difficult because hatred reinforces itself and causes greater enmity to come into being. The most powerful tool one can use to combat hatred is love. Deciding to love what you hate, whether this is a person, situation, or a part of yourself, can create a profound change in your feelings and your experience. There is little room for anger, dislike, bitterness, or resentment when you are busy loving what you hate. The practice of loving what you hate can transform and shift your emotions from hatred to love, because there is no room for hatred in a space occupied by love."
That is a HARD thing to have to balance with something as initially disturbing as Rick Warren's selection to give the invocation at Obama's inauguration.
Unlike those that support HRC and the Log Cabin Republicans, I believe that everyone in the GLBT community deserves full human rights NOW. Unlike many, I believe that the anti-GLBT dialogue from those like Rick Warren contributes to the huge spike in anti-GLBT violence which was beautifully summarized by PICO over on Daily Kos today. How our leaders speak sets the tone by which people act and react.
When I saw Rick Warren was Obama's choice, I felt betrayed. However, these last few days, I've been wrestling with my own tendency to view myself as a victim of circumstances - even those circumstances that are fully within my control.
Victim/not victim. What is the difference? In the abstract, that's not difficult to understand.
In the moment of seeing what is clearly an abandonment, or a turning away after WE helped him get elected it's not as easy.
I agree with the folks who are complaining that in saying that he is for working together in spite of differences and what's gone in the past, Obama is saying that it we (the GLBT community) that has to give up being right and come across the aisle to shake hands and accept Rick Warren.
What if that's what Obama has in mind for us?
The other night, someone commenting on a GLBT themed diary on Daily Kos made the joke that without us, straight people are destined to have bad clothing, hair and drink cheap wine from a box.
Okay, you grinned, you know you did.
Even when we in the GLBT community are feeling most abused and diminished, we know that deep down we're very special people. What if Obama is, knowingly or unknowingly, calling for us to step forward and BE special?
Again, I've been wrestling with my own thinking and personality in the last week, and at that micro level (which is quite macro for me, thanks, but in the scheme of things..) I've been seeing where being right about being victimized has kept me back. Engaged in whipping up big drama has kept me back.
We are righteously whipping up big drama over Rick Warren's selection.
Is that what will best serve us as a people?
One thought - Rick Warren is giving the invocation. Dr. Joseph Lowery is giving the benediction. Rick Warren starts, but Dr. Lowery finishes.
Is that not a metaphor for what is happening here? We're starting the ceremony with self-righteousness, focusing on those that appear different so as to gain advantage, and selfish greed - and we're ending up with inclusion and acceptance and working together regardless of the apparent differences.
Moving from one to the opposite way of handling things. If we move to inclusion and acceptance and working together, we're going to HAVE to include and accept those that have not and do not accept us.
What if we, the GLBT community have this glorious opportunity to LEAD?
The website DailyOm today posted a spot-on comment about exactly this. They couldn't have known that we'd be wrestling with Rick Warren today. It's serendipity, if you believe in that, or it's the word of Spirit right at the moment it's needed, if you believe in that.
I'm going to give you the opening paragraph, but because of copyright and the site's TOS, you'll have to click through to read it all.
I don't know how exactly we're going to lead from this, but how about we start to look for ways to do so that aren't reaching back to the last 28 years and trying to be the powers that be that dictate terms to the other side? How about if we in the GLBT community follow the words of our newly elected leader, which are so poignant and so needed right now, and we accept, love, and work with everyone?
What if GLBT people were viewed as not only the ones with all the style, wit, flair and vibrance, but we also were the ones that gave the world peace and hope?
If we can create what we have already done, marginalized and closeted, we can do this. If we can create lasting community service organizations to help ourselves when the straight community abandoned us in righteous judgment over AIDS, we can do this.
It's a far more empowering mission than figuring out how to gain revenge for betrayal.
December 19, 2008
The Great Transformer
Loving What You Hate
"Hatred can be irrational, and it has a greater impact on the individual who hates than the person or object being hated. Yet overcoming hatred is difficult because hatred reinforces itself and causes greater enmity to come into being. The most powerful tool one can use to combat hatred is love. Deciding to love what you hate, whether this is a person, situation, or a part of yourself, can create a profound change in your feelings and your experience. There is little room for anger, dislike, bitterness, or resentment when you are busy loving what you hate. The practice of loving what you hate can transform and shift your emotions from hatred to love, because there is no room for hatred in a space occupied by love."
Maybe it's time to take a class
If you're like most people, you probably have a smart phone. Blackberry, Treo, something that accesses the internet, has a full keyboard, does it all.
Have you ever marveled at one of these little hand held devices and remembered what it was like fifteen years ago? How much like Star Trek are these little things?
They're going to get a whole lot more complex, and a whole lot faster than you may think. In another four years, what we'll be buying will seem far more like a Star Trek tricorder than what we're using now. You have seen the billboards for "3G wireless networks" - welcome to 4G.
Now, if you go to that linked article about 4G and can read it and understand it, you're probably a physicist or something. I looked at it a few times and boiled it down to this:
* None of the phones we're using now will work at all in about three years
* What we're just now starting to get used to - streaming video on our handheld, slow and clunky internet, navigation on our handhelds - is merely a baby step compared to the 4G devices that we'll see awfully soon
* The only thing that will hold a 4G device back is the screen size. There will be some 4G handheld devices that will have more computing power than the laptop I'm writing this on - and you can use it to stream movies, work at your desk, or in replacement of the stereo system and navigation system in your car through wireless Bluetooth-like technology and full sized monitors/keyboards.
* South Korea has already re-wired their wireless networks to 4G and is rolling out the products - this is not speculation, it is coming more certainly than the inaguration on January 20
* In another five years or so, your new car will have a video screen, and a power/cable plug for your 4G device, which will be the video/audio/satellite radio/navigation system/trip computer/telephone for your vehicle. If you rent a car, you'll have your normal and familiar functionality with you.
* No more laptop cases, no more lugging your eight pound device around. No more desktop computers. Monitors, keyboards and pointers (commonly called a mouse) with a power port will be the work stations of the very near future. This alone will massively reduce electrical consumption.
* You'll never have to miss your favorite TV program ever again!
Well, Lieutenant Uhura, get me Star Fleet on the comm!
What to do with this information? If you're challenged by your Blackberry NOW, take a class about them at HCC or something! The train is whistling to leave the station, and your competitors (who can handle this massive technology shift) will be aboard!
Have you ever marveled at one of these little hand held devices and remembered what it was like fifteen years ago? How much like Star Trek are these little things?
They're going to get a whole lot more complex, and a whole lot faster than you may think. In another four years, what we'll be buying will seem far more like a Star Trek tricorder than what we're using now. You have seen the billboards for "3G wireless networks" - welcome to 4G.
Now, if you go to that linked article about 4G and can read it and understand it, you're probably a physicist or something. I looked at it a few times and boiled it down to this:
* None of the phones we're using now will work at all in about three years
* What we're just now starting to get used to - streaming video on our handheld, slow and clunky internet, navigation on our handhelds - is merely a baby step compared to the 4G devices that we'll see awfully soon
* The only thing that will hold a 4G device back is the screen size. There will be some 4G handheld devices that will have more computing power than the laptop I'm writing this on - and you can use it to stream movies, work at your desk, or in replacement of the stereo system and navigation system in your car through wireless Bluetooth-like technology and full sized monitors/keyboards.
* South Korea has already re-wired their wireless networks to 4G and is rolling out the products - this is not speculation, it is coming more certainly than the inaguration on January 20
* In another five years or so, your new car will have a video screen, and a power/cable plug for your 4G device, which will be the video/audio/satellite radio/navigation system/trip computer/telephone for your vehicle. If you rent a car, you'll have your normal and familiar functionality with you.
* No more laptop cases, no more lugging your eight pound device around. No more desktop computers. Monitors, keyboards and pointers (commonly called a mouse) with a power port will be the work stations of the very near future. This alone will massively reduce electrical consumption.
* You'll never have to miss your favorite TV program ever again!
Well, Lieutenant Uhura, get me Star Fleet on the comm!
What to do with this information? If you're challenged by your Blackberry NOW, take a class about them at HCC or something! The train is whistling to leave the station, and your competitors (who can handle this massive technology shift) will be aboard!
Monday, December 01, 2008
Hey, Conservatives -
The other day, Eric from Vancouver was touting his local MP (that's what the Canuckistanians call their Congresscritters) web page. He linked me to her website, and there occupying all of the up front real estate, was a story that told of the MP's informing the Border Security guys to watch for Americans coming across the border to protest in Vancouver at a Gay Pride event.
Seems in Canada it's a crime to incent hatred or discrimination toward other groups.
The few people in the US that I spoke to about this (outside the City and County of San Francisco, that is) thought that was "stupid."
Turns out there's a completely valid reason for this. From a diarist at Daily Kos:
For a really good time this December 1st, read the comments.
Seems in Canada it's a crime to incent hatred or discrimination toward other groups.
The few people in the US that I spoke to about this (outside the City and County of San Francisco, that is) thought that was "stupid."
Turns out there's a completely valid reason for this. From a diarist at Daily Kos:
The Psychological Harm of Anti-Gay Initiatives
by RfrancisR
Sun Nov 30, 2008 at 08:13:16 AM PST
Been feeling angry, fearful, sad, or depressed, lately? I have. I remember the joy I felt on election night, and how that joy came crashing down when I woke up the next morning to the reality of California's Prop 8 having passed. It blew me away. I had been talking to my sister in the weeks leading up to the vote of possibly moving out there with her so that me and my boyfriend of nearly nineteen years could get married. To straight people out there, imagine being with your boyfriend or girlfriend for nineteen years. Who has a boyfriend that long? Imagine never being able to call, by law, your boyfriend or girlfriend your spouse, and imagine that was the case because people who hated you spend millions to tell your neighbors every lie in the book about you.
Dr Gregory Herek, one of the foremost experts on the issue of sexual minorities, has posted a wonderful blog documenting the very real psychological harm of anti-gay ballot initiatives.
* RfrancisR's diary :: ::
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Evidence has documented so called minority stress, the additional psychological stress that is caused by being an out-group in society. Now, Herek points us to research that proves that vicious anti-gay campaigns ran to help pass anti-gay measures do severe psychological harm to the GLBT community tantamount to PTSD. It's not merely the loss of a legal recognition of a marriage. It is brutal psychological warfare against gays and lesbians.
I can’t do justice to Dr. Russell’s book-length account here, especially her in-depth descriptions of the stories related by research participants. But one of her important findings was that a substantial segment of the sample reported many symptoms that are commonly associated with depression, anxiety disorders, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and they perceived that these symptoms were a direct result of having lived through the months of antigay campaigning.
Through Internet surveys, the researchers used standard mental health measures to assess the current well-being of more than 1500 lesbian, gay, and bisexual adults. For example, respondents were asked whether they had recently experienced various symptoms of depression, such as having difficulty sleeping or concentrating, feeling fearful or hopeless, and not being able to “get going.” They were also asked about the extent to which they were experiencing negative emotions, such as fear, irritability, hostility, and nervousness.
587 participants completed two versions of the questionnaires — one in the spring of 2006 and a second one about 6 months later, shortly after the November elections. Nearly one thousand others completed the post-election questionnaire, but not the pre-election survey.
The researchers sorted participants into two groups — those living in a state with an anti-marriage amendment on the 2006 November ballot and those in other states. Not surprisingly, compared to residents of other states, residents of the amendment-campaign states reported encountering a larger number of antigay messages in the mass media and in day-to-day conversations. Moreover, comparison of the November questionnaires with those administered six months earlier revealed that the number of encounters with negative messages had increased significantly in the amendment states but not in the other states.
When the researchers examined the mental health data, they found that residents of the states where an antigay campaign had just been waged reported higher levels of stress, more negative emotions, and more symptoms of depression than did respondents who lived elsewhere. Comparison of the pre-election and post-election questionnaires revealed that levels of psychological distress had increased significantly among residents of states with a marriage amendment on the ballot, but not among residents of other states.
In sum, the findings of Dr. Rostosky’s group support and extend those of Dr. Russell’s research team. By examining the experiences of sexual minority adults residing in different states, and by comparing scores on mental health measures before and after the statewide antigay campaigns, they provide good evidence that marriage amendment campaigns are harmful to the mental health of lesbians, gay men, and bisexuals.
BeyondHomophobia.com
I remember my civics class lessons on Brown v Board of Education. It was the top psychological research of the day that helped to make the case that segregation was a moral evil. The research, then, proved the psychological harm caused by segregation. Unequivocally, then separate could never be equal. I hope those challenging anti-gay laws, such as Prop 8 can use this new research effectively to help convince the courts of the harm such laws and initiatives do to good people.
For a really good time this December 1st, read the comments.
Friday, November 28, 2008
four years to look forward to
So, I've mostly tolerated the rantings of the "conservatives" that I know - probably has lead to the depression and anxiety that has ripped my life apart. I have tried to engage in rational discussion, third party fact checking, and so on, but the "conservatives" that I know, even the mostly sane ones, are so caught up in the daily download of conservative pornography from the RNC (as has only recently been documented here and on other non-MSM sites.)
HOW could so many different people take umbrage on the SAME day with the SAME idea using the SAME phrases?
Well, because it's all scripted, that's how.
After becoming de-homed back at the end of September, I drove out to San Francisco and stayed with a friend from college for a month. Living in San Francisco was quite an experience in freedom. People on the peninsula just don't judge each other at ALL. One is taken for how one behaves, not how one looks, where one lives and so on.
The late election eve experience for a homosexual in San Francisco was a staggering change. We, no - I - was singled out by the electorate and told EVERYONE IN THIS STATE MATTERS EXCEPT YOU.
An atmosphere I'd been quietly tolerating back in Texas (from the Indian Tejas - friendly. Fat chance.) for twenty-seven years. I could feel in the "air" that we were singled out from the herd. Not accepted. Not allowed. Wrong.
And, I was ANGRY.
Okay, I've been angry since 1980 when Jimmy Carter lost to Ronald Reagan, but NOW I WAS REALLY ANGRY. I came back to Texas (drive friendly!) to get my life back together and get the FRACK out of here.
That's when I came to realize the depth of the racism and elitism here. It's not elitism like what Obama was accused of, or the elitism that is denegrated in the press. Not a lot of arugula here in Houston.
It's the elitism that allows a 33 year old who doesn't have a pot to piss in and can't hold a job for more than three months, has never paid his child support, doesn't pay his taxes and has no education past high school to lord it over the blacks, the Mexicans, the poor, anyone who isn't WHITE. That's the key thing that I think we kossacks and progressives are not fully understanding. Race is the bottom of all of this.
I stopped tolerating race baiting the day after the election.
A lady friend of mine took me to dinner and was snarling about the black churches improperly proselytizing which brought Obama the election.
This was not new. This was a "friend" who, in front of ALL of my friends at a birthday party told me she was still surprised, given how intelligent I am, that I'd be a liberal.
For the last ten years, I'd have pointed out politely that there aren't enough black people in the country to push an election, and there are only a handful of cities where the black population can carry the day in a vote.
This time, I said "this is utterly inappropriate and racist and I won't tolerate it. If you'd like, I'll take you home right now and we can skip the opera."
She didn't like it, but she shut up.
I read every day how we Kossacks and progressives are expecting the Demos to roll over and play dead for the Republicans shouting in their unified meme. I expect it too.
But, if we accept this - as I accepted my friend's overt racism for YEARS, who's at fault? WE have the majority?
Why should we not prosecute war crimes and offenses against our domestic laws?
Why should we not prosecute the illegal politicization of our civil departments and agencies?
Why should we not bring about the IMMEDIATE dissolution of the unregulated trading structures that provided a place for a handful of thousands of hyper-wealthy to trade up our fuel, food and financial prices?
When the Demos start to roll over, why don't we say to them "I won't tolerate this, it's inappropriate. Would you like me to take you home now, or would you like to go to the opera?"
Final note, one of my best friends from high school reconnected with me on Facebook a few months back. He and I hadn't talked in 30 years. He could, if he chose, sit over there behind his computer and look at pictures, and think whatever thoughts bring him pleasure.
I for my own part don't reach out and smack old friends around on Facebook or elsewhere. I do post articles, notes, and such on MY profile that I find interesting. Hey, it's MY Facebook page! He posts all kinds of nasty crap and I don't go over there to his sandbox to see what cat turds he's burying in the sand.
But, when I post something - I get the nearly immediate little red pop-up "***** **** has posted a comment on your item."
Just guess how many times it's flattering or polite? C'mon, just guess.
Okay, fine.
Tonight, I posted a couple of things. One, a thought about how it is people think they can get their laundry clean with crudded up machines. One, a link to Paul Krugman's article about how to get the economy started again. And, one a quote from Kos today on how a party committed to government being incompetent is incapable of running a competent government.
Over there, in his sandbox (if I were truly snarky I'd use the term litter box here, but..) he decides to post "Office of the President Elect" HaHaHa find that in the Constitution."
A.) I'm tired of the dog whistles.
B.) I'm sick of being part of the progressive roll over and play dead movement
C.) I was friends with him THIRTY TWO YEARS ago. Like I need someone giving me crap.
Here's the progression of what came next:
Now, you know he had some comeback, right?
I saw the little red flag and .. I didn't even want to go look. So, I didn't. I started this diary instead.
But, when I went back to Facebook to collect my quotes above, I saw his reply.
Him: "Whoa slap me down with a vengeance"
That's right, sucker.
Paraphrasing Sean Penn from "Milk"
On the Statue of Liberty, it says "Give me your poor, your hungry, your huddled masses yearning to be free." and in the Declaration of Independence, it says "All Men Are Created Equal." You can't rip that out of the Declaration of Independence and you can't take it off the base of the Statue of Liberty. That's what it is to be an American!
I say, ENOUGH. When they dog whistle, they must be called out. People are people. Everyone deserves a chance. No poor person brought our economy to its knees, and no person of color put us into Iraq, nor gave us a military budget equal to the gross national products of 3/4 of the world's nations. No illegal immigrant destroyed the watershed, or polluted the air, or outsourced all of our foundational employment to other, cheaper countries.
If the elected try to play roll over, I say - Let's take 'em straight home. We can find another date to the opera.
HOW could so many different people take umbrage on the SAME day with the SAME idea using the SAME phrases?
Well, because it's all scripted, that's how.
After becoming de-homed back at the end of September, I drove out to San Francisco and stayed with a friend from college for a month. Living in San Francisco was quite an experience in freedom. People on the peninsula just don't judge each other at ALL. One is taken for how one behaves, not how one looks, where one lives and so on.
The late election eve experience for a homosexual in San Francisco was a staggering change. We, no - I - was singled out by the electorate and told EVERYONE IN THIS STATE MATTERS EXCEPT YOU.
An atmosphere I'd been quietly tolerating back in Texas (from the Indian Tejas - friendly. Fat chance.) for twenty-seven years. I could feel in the "air" that we were singled out from the herd. Not accepted. Not allowed. Wrong.
And, I was ANGRY.
Okay, I've been angry since 1980 when Jimmy Carter lost to Ronald Reagan, but NOW I WAS REALLY ANGRY. I came back to Texas (drive friendly!) to get my life back together and get the FRACK out of here.
That's when I came to realize the depth of the racism and elitism here. It's not elitism like what Obama was accused of, or the elitism that is denegrated in the press. Not a lot of arugula here in Houston.
It's the elitism that allows a 33 year old who doesn't have a pot to piss in and can't hold a job for more than three months, has never paid his child support, doesn't pay his taxes and has no education past high school to lord it over the blacks, the Mexicans, the poor, anyone who isn't WHITE. That's the key thing that I think we kossacks and progressives are not fully understanding. Race is the bottom of all of this.
I stopped tolerating race baiting the day after the election.
A lady friend of mine took me to dinner and was snarling about the black churches improperly proselytizing which brought Obama the election.
This was not new. This was a "friend" who, in front of ALL of my friends at a birthday party told me she was still surprised, given how intelligent I am, that I'd be a liberal.
For the last ten years, I'd have pointed out politely that there aren't enough black people in the country to push an election, and there are only a handful of cities where the black population can carry the day in a vote.
This time, I said "this is utterly inappropriate and racist and I won't tolerate it. If you'd like, I'll take you home right now and we can skip the opera."
She didn't like it, but she shut up.
I read every day how we Kossacks and progressives are expecting the Demos to roll over and play dead for the Republicans shouting in their unified meme. I expect it too.
But, if we accept this - as I accepted my friend's overt racism for YEARS, who's at fault? WE have the majority?
Why should we not prosecute war crimes and offenses against our domestic laws?
Why should we not prosecute the illegal politicization of our civil departments and agencies?
Why should we not bring about the IMMEDIATE dissolution of the unregulated trading structures that provided a place for a handful of thousands of hyper-wealthy to trade up our fuel, food and financial prices?
When the Demos start to roll over, why don't we say to them "I won't tolerate this, it's inappropriate. Would you like me to take you home now, or would you like to go to the opera?"
Final note, one of my best friends from high school reconnected with me on Facebook a few months back. He and I hadn't talked in 30 years. He could, if he chose, sit over there behind his computer and look at pictures, and think whatever thoughts bring him pleasure.
I for my own part don't reach out and smack old friends around on Facebook or elsewhere. I do post articles, notes, and such on MY profile that I find interesting. Hey, it's MY Facebook page! He posts all kinds of nasty crap and I don't go over there to his sandbox to see what cat turds he's burying in the sand.
But, when I post something - I get the nearly immediate little red pop-up "***** **** has posted a comment on your item."
Just guess how many times it's flattering or polite? C'mon, just guess.
Okay, fine.
Tonight, I posted a couple of things. One, a thought about how it is people think they can get their laundry clean with crudded up machines. One, a link to Paul Krugman's article about how to get the economy started again. And, one a quote from Kos today on how a party committed to government being incompetent is incapable of running a competent government.
Over there, in his sandbox (if I were truly snarky I'd use the term litter box here, but..) he decides to post "Office of the President Elect" HaHaHa find that in the Constitution."
A.) I'm tired of the dog whistles.
B.) I'm sick of being part of the progressive roll over and play dead movement
C.) I was friends with him THIRTY TWO YEARS ago. Like I need someone giving me crap.
Here's the progression of what came next:
Me: "Uh, you don't get to talk about anything not being in the Constitution, since Richard and George just made up eight years of shyte that wasn't EVER in the constitution. Sit back and take your medicine."
Him: "Others misdeeds are no excuse for your own"
Me: "I didn't create the title that you now object to. And, truly, after all of the shredding of the Constitution, international law, domestic law and just plain common sense that has been supported by .. um .. well, people I know, I just am not listening to any superficial complaining about someone adopting an "uppity" title for their office. Hey, ... guess what? He IS the president elect. And, he has an OFFICE! It's an office where he's conducting the business of being the president elect! There are even structures in place from prior to his being born to PAY FOR IT.
If you have a complaint, at least make it a good one. Repeating today's RNC talking points that were broadcast by Fox and the AM dial isn't information, nor is it discernment.
Oh, and hey - congrats on spreading today's latest slice on the racial dog whistle. Obama's an uppity nigra."
Now, you know he had some comeback, right?
I saw the little red flag and .. I didn't even want to go look. So, I didn't. I started this diary instead.
But, when I went back to Facebook to collect my quotes above, I saw his reply.
Him: "Whoa slap me down with a vengeance"
That's right, sucker.
Paraphrasing Sean Penn from "Milk"
On the Statue of Liberty, it says "Give me your poor, your hungry, your huddled masses yearning to be free." and in the Declaration of Independence, it says "All Men Are Created Equal." You can't rip that out of the Declaration of Independence and you can't take it off the base of the Statue of Liberty. That's what it is to be an American!
I say, ENOUGH. When they dog whistle, they must be called out. People are people. Everyone deserves a chance. No poor person brought our economy to its knees, and no person of color put us into Iraq, nor gave us a military budget equal to the gross national products of 3/4 of the world's nations. No illegal immigrant destroyed the watershed, or polluted the air, or outsourced all of our foundational employment to other, cheaper countries.
If the elected try to play roll over, I say - Let's take 'em straight home. We can find another date to the opera.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
A milestone achieved
I don't post much on Daily Kos. I read it relentlessly - "it" being a collection of individual thoughts and posts, opinions with some facts thrown in. I've been a member for a couple of years, first so that I could post comments. I don't do that very often. I've posted only a few times. Had a few comments.
This morning, I read a recommended article from the LA Times about a guy who used to be a writer for the Wall Street Journal, and has been now homeless for three years. He lives in the back of his Toyota pick up. I wrote a post in response to that, and plunked it down.
Daily Kos gets tens of thousands of posts each day - called "Diaries." They are unedited. If someone violates the site's TOS (that's internetic for "Terms of Service) they get deleted and blocked, but people can say pretty much what they want as long as they're not suggesting violence toward someone.
I don't read all of these diaries.
Editors, who are I believe volunteers, review the tens of thousands of diaries, and advance them for everyone to see on the front page. In addition, a handful of regular diarists post straight to the front page all day. Each night, some ten to fifteen diaries are recommended for everyone to read. This feature is called "Open Thread and Diary Rescue." Some of these diaries are just emotional stories, some are well researched tomes, some are ill researched rants.
My diary today was recommended for everyone to read. I'm both honored and embarrassed.
This morning, I read a recommended article from the LA Times about a guy who used to be a writer for the Wall Street Journal, and has been now homeless for three years. He lives in the back of his Toyota pick up. I wrote a post in response to that, and plunked it down.
Daily Kos gets tens of thousands of posts each day - called "Diaries." They are unedited. If someone violates the site's TOS (that's internetic for "Terms of Service) they get deleted and blocked, but people can say pretty much what they want as long as they're not suggesting violence toward someone.
I don't read all of these diaries.
Editors, who are I believe volunteers, review the tens of thousands of diaries, and advance them for everyone to see on the front page. In addition, a handful of regular diarists post straight to the front page all day. Each night, some ten to fifteen diaries are recommended for everyone to read. This feature is called "Open Thread and Diary Rescue." Some of these diaries are just emotional stories, some are well researched tomes, some are ill researched rants.
My diary today was recommended for everyone to read. I'm both honored and embarrassed.
Warm, Dry, Full
Cross posted from Daily Kos
Homelessness takes many, many shapes - and most homeless are not living under a bridge, but are living on a friend's sofa, or in a den or guest room.
Les Gapay writes of having lived from the back of his pickup in today's Pundit wrapup. Even that homelessness is mostly invisible, because he's not out begging for coins and sleeping in a doorway.
Homelessness means that you cannot any longer provide a home for yourself and your family. Being warm and dry and fed doesn't equate to being "homed." Having a home of your own gives you the ability to say how things will go, how clean it will be kept, how it will be managed, when it will be quiet and who will be coming over.
Homeless means that you're dependent on someone else's expectations, upon someone else's schedule and way of doing things. If you can't adjust ALL of your psyche to meet them all the way on their side of the equation, you are about to be homeless without the warm/dry/fed part.
Homeless also carries with it an internal stigma. That you couldn't keep it up - you couldn't carry the day and manage it. That you may never be able to do it again.
Homelessness also means forcible separation from one's "stuff." Mine, for instance, is in two different places, 40 miles apart. Not only do I not have any place for it to go, elements of it have been planing away for months - things that once meant a great deal to me are too difficult to keep moving or are broken or just taken. My surround sound system now lives elsewhere forever. My furniture is scattering quickly as friends mention they've always liked this piece or that piece and could they have it? Buy it?
Never does it bring a fraction of what it would cost to replace. My future home, if there should be one, could now be contained in a one bedroom apartment, maybe even a studio. Even knowing that, there is no sense of accomplishment, only an effort to battle a sense of loss.
The only relief homelessness provides is freedom from the crushing slavery to paying housing, utilities, cleaning products, everything that you once did to make and keep your place as your own. My very high paying consulting career ended weeks after 9/11, but the hand writing was on the wall when the incoming Bush administration simply canceled all of the social/education/community development funds that our division was working with. Since then, I've been trying to find a place for myself, and maintaining a space for myself has been a pitched battle each month. Finally, when Hurricane Ike made its appearance, my entire weakened self-employment network came to an end. Twelve days later, I was living on the good wishes of good friends, and wondering when, if ever, I would be "homed" again.It's so very easy for one to think of someone like me, talented, enormous skills, and think "well, you're choosing to do this." At some metaphysical level, that's probably true.
However, when your day is consumed with trying to keep your household going, or trying to figure out where you can put everything when you cannot keep it going, and then trying to help out the people with whom you're staying by doing their house cleaning and chores - there is little time left for actual work. Bouncing around from friend's sofa to friend's sofa leaves little time for planning and execution of your recovery - you barely get your shaving tackle situated and it's time to move on to the next friendly place for a few days. Everyone in your life wants to hear from you "how did this happen? What are you going to do next?" Hours each day of concern - hours that eat up whatever time you do have to make something for yourself.
Hours of concern that can only be interpreted by you as an expression of dismay and disappointment that you didn't work hard enough or make better decisions. Concern that you just don't want to hear anymore, because none of it is helpful or new.
There are no resources for homeless people, if you have a little income and a car of your own. If I were HIV + or if I were a battered woman, there would be assistance. Our society sees fit to help no one; those who worship Ann's Rant "Atlas Shrugged" have done their best to eliminate any social net that they can adequately vilify through daily talking points.So, no bridge for me. No back seat of my car - yet. I'm luckier than most. But, I'm as homeless as the guy who just asked you for a little change on the sidewalk. I'm glad and thankful that I have what I do still have, though.
But, don't be surprised or call me unpatriotic when I say I'm not too proud of this Country of ours just now. That opinion has been a long time coming, and there is only a glimmer of hope for the future.
Homelessness takes many, many shapes - and most homeless are not living under a bridge, but are living on a friend's sofa, or in a den or guest room.
Les Gapay writes of having lived from the back of his pickup in today's Pundit wrapup. Even that homelessness is mostly invisible, because he's not out begging for coins and sleeping in a doorway.
Homelessness means that you cannot any longer provide a home for yourself and your family. Being warm and dry and fed doesn't equate to being "homed." Having a home of your own gives you the ability to say how things will go, how clean it will be kept, how it will be managed, when it will be quiet and who will be coming over.
Homeless means that you're dependent on someone else's expectations, upon someone else's schedule and way of doing things. If you can't adjust ALL of your psyche to meet them all the way on their side of the equation, you are about to be homeless without the warm/dry/fed part.
Homeless also carries with it an internal stigma. That you couldn't keep it up - you couldn't carry the day and manage it. That you may never be able to do it again.
Homelessness also means forcible separation from one's "stuff." Mine, for instance, is in two different places, 40 miles apart. Not only do I not have any place for it to go, elements of it have been planing away for months - things that once meant a great deal to me are too difficult to keep moving or are broken or just taken. My surround sound system now lives elsewhere forever. My furniture is scattering quickly as friends mention they've always liked this piece or that piece and could they have it? Buy it?
Never does it bring a fraction of what it would cost to replace. My future home, if there should be one, could now be contained in a one bedroom apartment, maybe even a studio. Even knowing that, there is no sense of accomplishment, only an effort to battle a sense of loss.
The only relief homelessness provides is freedom from the crushing slavery to paying housing, utilities, cleaning products, everything that you once did to make and keep your place as your own. My very high paying consulting career ended weeks after 9/11, but the hand writing was on the wall when the incoming Bush administration simply canceled all of the social/education/community development funds that our division was working with. Since then, I've been trying to find a place for myself, and maintaining a space for myself has been a pitched battle each month. Finally, when Hurricane Ike made its appearance, my entire weakened self-employment network came to an end. Twelve days later, I was living on the good wishes of good friends, and wondering when, if ever, I would be "homed" again.It's so very easy for one to think of someone like me, talented, enormous skills, and think "well, you're choosing to do this." At some metaphysical level, that's probably true.
However, when your day is consumed with trying to keep your household going, or trying to figure out where you can put everything when you cannot keep it going, and then trying to help out the people with whom you're staying by doing their house cleaning and chores - there is little time left for actual work. Bouncing around from friend's sofa to friend's sofa leaves little time for planning and execution of your recovery - you barely get your shaving tackle situated and it's time to move on to the next friendly place for a few days. Everyone in your life wants to hear from you "how did this happen? What are you going to do next?" Hours each day of concern - hours that eat up whatever time you do have to make something for yourself.
Hours of concern that can only be interpreted by you as an expression of dismay and disappointment that you didn't work hard enough or make better decisions. Concern that you just don't want to hear anymore, because none of it is helpful or new.
There are no resources for homeless people, if you have a little income and a car of your own. If I were HIV + or if I were a battered woman, there would be assistance. Our society sees fit to help no one; those who worship Ann's Rant "Atlas Shrugged" have done their best to eliminate any social net that they can adequately vilify through daily talking points.So, no bridge for me. No back seat of my car - yet. I'm luckier than most. But, I'm as homeless as the guy who just asked you for a little change on the sidewalk. I'm glad and thankful that I have what I do still have, though.
But, don't be surprised or call me unpatriotic when I say I'm not too proud of this Country of ours just now. That opinion has been a long time coming, and there is only a glimmer of hope for the future.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Tuesday thoughts
Happy Veterans' Day!! My favorite vets get a special "WAHOO" for their service.
Several things for today that are fun and interesting.
First, holy crap, Batman - GM may be filing for bankruptcy .. talk about having a lump of coal in your stocking. It seems that there are no more debtor in possession loans available, which means that a Chapter 11 reorganization is beyond unlikely. Bloomberg today has an article that suggests things are dire - while JP Morgan says GM is a likely survivor, and rates their debt as a "buy."
Why should you care? Because, GM is a huge contributor to our nation's economy, and the consequences of a GM shut down would be dire. GM directly and indirectly employs more than 300,000 people - exclusive of the retail distribution and repair channels.
In most states, GM accounts for about 15% of sales tax revenues and about 9% of employment.
Just so you know.
What would happen to your state if 15% of the sales tax just vaporized? Or to your city of 9% of the employed were out of work?
This is not to say that I think GM needs to be preserved in its current form. The consequences of auto industry management decisions can be seen, though, in the collapse of Detroit. Detroit was one of the most glorious cities in the country; check out this picture from the New York Times reflecting downtown Detroit in the 1920s versus today via the website Forgotten Detroit. This picture shows nearly the identical spot on Washington Blvd.
Here is a neat discussion of the three scenarios possible for the US auto industry.
This is all analogous to the experience Houston had during the early 1980s when the price of oil collapsed and huge elements of the population were unemployed. It took the Houston area nearly a decade to return to economic health, but recall what's been happening to the price of oil these last eight years. Lots of economic stimulus for the center of the oil production universe.
There will be no such stimulus for former auto towns.
Detroit is much like New Orleans, post-Katrina. What was a thriving business center has now become an empty core that spreads outward - the lack of jobs causes and exacerbates a lack of housing and services that spiral on in an endless negative loop. You can try to build new jobs, but without housing, there will be no employees. You can try to build new housing, but without gas stations, groceries and schools, there will be no occupants. You can try to attract new occupants, but without them, there will be no jobs, no gas stations, no groceries and no schools.
Only massive government spending will begin to reverse the cycle.
Now, let's move on to more amusing things - there are a fair number of people who suggest that the Holocaust was a fantasy - just a public relations tale to promote Zionism. Seems that those folks were wrong - 28 pages of blueprints have been found in a Berlin apartment that pre-date the construction of the Auschwitz death camp, and include details plans for the crematory, gas chambers and body storage. While it's possible that these plans are a fake (as was Hitler's diary,) they seem to be quite genuine. The German archives are studying the documents, and we'll know more soon enough.
What are you doing on Saturday? Care to join the protest for human rights?
Check out jointheimpact.com and see where the nearest rally is being held. In Houston, it's being held at City Hall at noon. Invite your friends. All of them.
Where I've been hanging out, there is a great affection for "The View." The ladies (and I use that term loosely in a few cases) have been talking a great deal about Prop 8 and its pros and cons.
Elisabeth, whose bio suggests is unafraid to express her candid and conservative views, is one of the most ill-informed liars with a public platform who's not committed to the Fox networks. She's Sarah Palin with a better vocabulary, but a less soothing voice.
Elisabeth, get a few facts straight once in a while. Stop making crap up. Please. Just a suggestion. Or don't, because your "candid and conservative views" are without value when you keep inventing "facts" to support your bigoted theories. Makes it easier to swallow when one is clear that you're a lying idiot.
Whoopi is working to inject a fact or six into the discussion of Prop 8, to the great dismay of Elisabeth and Sherri (Sherri - a suggestion for you - take a bible study course. Actually study it. Then, start using it as a foundation again, AFTER you know what it says).
You know what? It's actually better for the non-bible thumping crowd to watch you parrot bigotry supported with non-specific bible citations than to actually have to expend the intellect to discuss a well sourced bible scholar. So, Sherri, you just keep on, gurl.
So, now when I'm watching the "View," I'll just sit in amused self-righteousness that the homobigots and neocons must resort to lies and making crap up to support their unsupportable venom.
One of the best explanations for why it's a wrong-headed idea to vote against rights for humans was given by Keith Olbermann on his "Special Comment" last night. Go have a read, or go to MSNBC.com and watch it.
Several things for today that are fun and interesting.
First, holy crap, Batman - GM may be filing for bankruptcy .. talk about having a lump of coal in your stocking. It seems that there are no more debtor in possession loans available, which means that a Chapter 11 reorganization is beyond unlikely. Bloomberg today has an article that suggests things are dire - while JP Morgan says GM is a likely survivor, and rates their debt as a "buy."
Why should you care? Because, GM is a huge contributor to our nation's economy, and the consequences of a GM shut down would be dire. GM directly and indirectly employs more than 300,000 people - exclusive of the retail distribution and repair channels.
In most states, GM accounts for about 15% of sales tax revenues and about 9% of employment.
Just so you know.
What would happen to your state if 15% of the sales tax just vaporized? Or to your city of 9% of the employed were out of work?
This is not to say that I think GM needs to be preserved in its current form. The consequences of auto industry management decisions can be seen, though, in the collapse of Detroit. Detroit was one of the most glorious cities in the country; check out this picture from the New York Times reflecting downtown Detroit in the 1920s versus today via the website Forgotten Detroit. This picture shows nearly the identical spot on Washington Blvd.
Here is a neat discussion of the three scenarios possible for the US auto industry.
This is all analogous to the experience Houston had during the early 1980s when the price of oil collapsed and huge elements of the population were unemployed. It took the Houston area nearly a decade to return to economic health, but recall what's been happening to the price of oil these last eight years. Lots of economic stimulus for the center of the oil production universe.
There will be no such stimulus for former auto towns.
Detroit is much like New Orleans, post-Katrina. What was a thriving business center has now become an empty core that spreads outward - the lack of jobs causes and exacerbates a lack of housing and services that spiral on in an endless negative loop. You can try to build new jobs, but without housing, there will be no employees. You can try to build new housing, but without gas stations, groceries and schools, there will be no occupants. You can try to attract new occupants, but without them, there will be no jobs, no gas stations, no groceries and no schools.
Only massive government spending will begin to reverse the cycle.
Now, let's move on to more amusing things - there are a fair number of people who suggest that the Holocaust was a fantasy - just a public relations tale to promote Zionism. Seems that those folks were wrong - 28 pages of blueprints have been found in a Berlin apartment that pre-date the construction of the Auschwitz death camp, and include details plans for the crematory, gas chambers and body storage. While it's possible that these plans are a fake (as was Hitler's diary,) they seem to be quite genuine. The German archives are studying the documents, and we'll know more soon enough.
What are you doing on Saturday? Care to join the protest for human rights?
Check out jointheimpact.com and see where the nearest rally is being held. In Houston, it's being held at City Hall at noon. Invite your friends. All of them.
Where I've been hanging out, there is a great affection for "The View." The ladies (and I use that term loosely in a few cases) have been talking a great deal about Prop 8 and its pros and cons.
Elisabeth, whose bio suggests is unafraid to express her candid and conservative views, is one of the most ill-informed liars with a public platform who's not committed to the Fox networks. She's Sarah Palin with a better vocabulary, but a less soothing voice.
Elisabeth, get a few facts straight once in a while. Stop making crap up. Please. Just a suggestion. Or don't, because your "candid and conservative views" are without value when you keep inventing "facts" to support your bigoted theories. Makes it easier to swallow when one is clear that you're a lying idiot.
Whoopi is working to inject a fact or six into the discussion of Prop 8, to the great dismay of Elisabeth and Sherri (Sherri - a suggestion for you - take a bible study course. Actually study it. Then, start using it as a foundation again, AFTER you know what it says).
You know what? It's actually better for the non-bible thumping crowd to watch you parrot bigotry supported with non-specific bible citations than to actually have to expend the intellect to discuss a well sourced bible scholar. So, Sherri, you just keep on, gurl.
So, now when I'm watching the "View," I'll just sit in amused self-righteousness that the homobigots and neocons must resort to lies and making crap up to support their unsupportable venom.
One of the best explanations for why it's a wrong-headed idea to vote against rights for humans was given by Keith Olbermann on his "Special Comment" last night. Go have a read, or go to MSNBC.com and watch it.
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