11.14.08
Big Three Get a Smackdown
This CNN iReporter rules. Why can’t the regular media do reports like this? Now, here’s a story with human interest and an easy way to understand the issues at stake. David J White is my new hero!
7 One-Night Stands Video
Whoa! @linuxaid on Twitter posted this video of my talk last night. I was talking fast and didn’t cover everything I was hoping to, but it was fun leading the entire Bagdad Theater in singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
11.13.08
Ignite Portland 4
Just a quick note as I cram for my exciting presentation at Ignite Portland 4. I am speaking about my baseball fandom: 7 One-Night Stands with a Baseball Fan.
It will be full house tonight at the Baghdad Theater, but even if you aren’t a ticket holder, you can try to get in with the General Admission crowd. Starts at 7, but I hear get there at 5.
There are lots of other cool presentations tonight as well! Hooray for Portland!
11.03.08
It’s time to V-O-T-E for Obama!
I remember crying tears of joy in 1992 when Governor William Jefferson Clinton was elected President, ending 12 years of Republican rule in the Executive Office. I was just 15 years old then. It felt like the beginning of America for me. I have self-identified as a Democrat since I was very young. Yes, I grew up around Democrats, so you could say I didn’t know any better, but I remember watching the Iran-Contra affairs and watching the President and his friends lie on television about selling arms.
But Bill Clinton was a blip. In 1994, the Republicans engineered a takeover of Congress and though President Clinton presided over prosperous times for the country, concessions were made on welfare, health care and gay rights. In 2000, despite a government with a budget surplus and an economy in reasonable shape, the incumbent Vice President was not elected. I admit I was not a big Al Gore supporter. I supported Bill Bradley in the primaries. I indeed voted for Gore, afraid that the seemingly impossible scenario where George W. Bush would be a serious contender for the White had become possible. We all know how that ended.
A stolen election and a fear-induced re-election 4 years later, our nation is in tatters. Nearly broken economy, record foreclosures, stagnant wages, 2 wars to fight and a Constitution under siege.
There was never a choice in this election for me. I declared myself an Obama supporter in June of ‘07. I had the first lawn sign in the neighborhood (stolen during the May primary oddly enough). I declared early. Yes, I didn’t know enough about all of his policies for the nation. But, what I did know was that this man had character. His speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention was inspiring, but as the saying goes, he had me at his public stance against the Iraq War. Fellow feminists can call me a traitor for not supporting Hillary, but her vote for the war (and many Senators with her) was uninformed, dangerous and cynical. And it lost her my vote.
Barack Obama is the candidate for my generation. He has not just conducted a campaign, he has led a movement. This man has brought me to tears with his inspiring rhetoric on numerous occasions. Those who say inspiration doesn’t matter just doesn’t get what we have been through the last 8 years.
I know that a President Obama will have many challenges and he won’t pass every one, but his strong intellect, his bearings in Constitutional law, his calm temperament and his ability to inspire is what we need in a leader. The past 8 years lay this bare.
My first political opus was a report on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in the 4th grade. That wide-eyed 10 year-old civil rights essayist is smiling at the dream being so close. She would be proud to cast her vote for Obama on November 4th.
10.08.08
Take Me Out to the Poll Booth
Since I can’t have a World Series for my Cubbies on the 100th anniversary of their last one in 1908, I have decided I still deserve a winner out of Chicago this year:
Take Me Out to the Poll Booth
Vote this year for Obama
He’s the one for the job!
Talk to your neighbors
And tell them why
Barack Obama’s a hell of a guy!
For it’s Obama-Biden in ‘08
Please vote for them in your state!
For it’s Jobs, Energy, Health Care and more
At stake on November 4!
06.26.08
The love and the hate of Craigslist
Okay, so I spoke too soon! Mini is not sold. Guy backed out at the last minute — I was seriously brushing my teeth to go meet him! Whatever happened to your word is your bond? I guess I am old-fashioned. Seriously, someone we know fall in love with our Mini and buy it, so I can see it go to good people!
I guess I lamented too much and the gods (that I don’t believe in) sent “The Mini” back to us!
Ode to “The Mini”
We are selling our Mini Cooper. Don’t e-mail, it’s already sold. I put it up on Craigslist yesterday and it was basically gone within an hour. It’s just a car, I thought. Plus, we have some equity so yay to paying off debt. And it was awkward for Mr. E to ride in it anyway. All those practical reasons for saying goodbye to the car can’t erase the tinge of sadness I have in handing it over to its new owner. The car didn’t have a name, unless “The Mini” counts, but somehow I guess I got attached anyway.
I took “The Mini” on one last drive yesterday. I didn’t really realize I was doing it, but I had an appointment out in Eagle Creek so I got to drive it around some cool winding roads through the woods, listening to Beethoven and Hifana from a mix CD Peat had put together to test his new office speakers. I was so full of creativity and drive (no pun intended) hugging those curves. And it just won’t be the same with the Saturn. Yes, our new family fits in the Saturn, so it’s a different kind of nice, but “The Mini” was divine.
And maybe that’s what is so hard about being American and dealing with climate change. To drive is to be American — and that’s even true for Americans who only ride bikes! If we can acknowledge the loss and welcome new paths of identity, maybe we can beat back global warming. I sure do love a good drive through nature, but the nature probably really is the critical part. So enough car worship for me. For now, I will drive my sensible family car and find other numerous sources of joy.
04.30.08
Life in slow motion
While I was pregnant, I often wondered how I would be able to handle life with a baby. “It will be a different pace,” I’d say. And I would get knowing, but secretive grins back from parents who had been there. I know myself quite well and though the days aren’t quite as tedious I thought they might be (nursing, changing diapers, bathing and napping — the baby not me of course), I have found myself going a bit stir crazy on the occasional day. I have made 2 cakes since he was born 7 weeks ago which is 1 more cake than I made in the previous year.
But most days I am in awe of how quickly the days go by even without my usual jam-packed schedule. It turns out a sleeping boy on my chest is exactly how I want to spend a good 90 minutes every day. I usually have the computer or a book or magazine nearby, but I am easily distracted by the pattern of his breathing or to stare one more time at his perfect face in complete wonderment.
The sleepless nights and early mornings were something I dreaded full force, but most days I am able to shake the grumpiness off in exchange for a bubbly, smiling baby who just can’t wait to get his day started. It’s very cliche, I know, but he reminds me of everything good in the world (driving with the sunroof open on the first spring day, the smell of a wood fire in October, making the first tracks in a bed of pristine snow, whipped cream anyway it comes — you get the picture). Many times a day, I get the chance to appreciate what a moment can offer. And so with Elliott (with Peat on the right), I have a persistent reminder that life in slow motion is not only good, it’s perfect.
03.31.08
Opening Day
It’s Opening Day at Wrigley Field. I am a Cubs fan — ever-suffering, ever-loyal. Okay, I have an occasional affair with the San Francisco Giants, but I am allowed because I was born in a beautiful town that has no Major League baseball team. Anyway, I am a Cubbie. I still contend that there is no better baseball experience than the bleachers at Wrigley and I have been to some great parks. Yes, Red Sox fans, even better than Fenway (though Fenway is a close 2nd).
In 1908, the Chicago Cubs won the World Series. It’s 2008, I have a newborn son who’s sleeping on my chest (hopefully, he will be awake for the 7th inning stretch) while I watch WGN and I am a big fan of serendipity.
Take me out to the ballgame!
01.07.08
Her campaign
As an Obama supporter, I could have easily posted a congratulatory, celebratory entry on how exciting it was to see him win in Iowa. Of course, it would have been easy to say what the pundits were saying about his victory and his “thumping” of Hillary Clinton. I could have talked about a “dawn of a new day in America” as some have claimed with the Iowa caucus results shining a bright light on pluralism in our often monolithic national identity.
But I didn’t have anything to add — and in fact, didn’t want to overstate this victory. Instead, I hoped that it would bring some balance to the coverage of the campaign — get to the issues. Indeed, hope is so now. With perhaps the most diverse field of Presidential candidates for one of the major parties ever, hope is not just something Barack Obama can do.
Many women are hopeful that a certain wife of a certain very popular former President, will be anointed in her own right. And for good reason. She is a talented public official who has worked her entire life to make this country a better place. I haven’t always agreed with her, but have never doubted that the betterment of the nation was and still is her aim.
As someone who is not one of her supporters in the primary, it’s a slippery slope to being against her rather than for my candidate. But I won’t do that. Politicians — all of them — make calculated choices. Running a campaign is a strategic endeavor. It doesn’t happen by accident and it doesn’t happen solely from the heart. There is (hopefully…dear God, we hope) also a powerful mind (or two) behind a campaign. Hillary Clinton is a very accomplished woman who has risked much to aspire to the heights of running for President. As a woman, I am proud to see her in the field of candidates and a major one at that. And I am just as proud of my choice to not support her in the campaign and I think, though she would disagree with my reasons mightily, that she would be proud of my choice, too. Her reason for running and my reason for not supporting her collide in the same empowered woman universe. I have chosen not to support her because of positions she has taken in her earned position of power as a Senator.
But for those who choose not to support her because they want to place an impossible strait jacket on her — suspicious of every move she makes, but never flinching at the motives of her male counterparts, I cry foul. Showing up at rallies yelling “iron my shirt” or accusing her of manipulation when she chokes up answering a voter’s question while lauding the ability of male candidates to “show emotion” when they do the same has nothing to do with supporting your candidate. Rather, it is the same tired old tactic that keeps us electing the same old, white men to lead election after election.
So, Senator Clinton, know that not all women democrats are supporting you in the primaries, but a good number of us who aren’t admire your courage to run and condemn the double standards with which you (and we) are held. If you do go on to win the nomination, you will have my support 100%. We need a fellow donkey in that White House. Though you are not my first choice, you would still make one helluva leader of the free world.
