Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
More than once, my mom, having noticed some weird look in my eyes or just using her mom-ESP, has looked at me and asked, “What’s the matter?” And I’ve responded by bursting into tears. Unable to articulate why I’m upset or sad, I repeat, “I’m fine – really,” while the water-works suggest otherwise.
So it’s been lately, and so it is that I’m writing about it. While I’m fine – really – I’ve felt underwater for reasons both within and outside of my control. I’m not sure how to make it better. But my mom’s been in Mexico the past week, my dad’s been in Kenya for the past month, and my grandma’s been through the wringer the past twenty-one days; maybe I can allow myself to feel sad & scared & overwhelmed for a little bit and not analyze it to death. Instead, focus on what is within my control and the many positives in my life.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
There were leaders who knew better, who would have liked to deal. But they were trapped. Conservative talkers on Fox and talk radio had whipped the Republican voting base into such a frenzy that deal-making was rendered impossible. How do you negotiate with somebody who wants to murder your grandmother? Or – more exactly – with somebody whom your voters have been persuaded to believe wants to murder their grandmother?Tonight, as this landmark legislation moves just inches from the goal line, we see a president who looks serious and republican lawmakers still engaged in silly season. Watching C-Span, I listened to one Democrat after another celebrating the expanded coverage, rejoicing the new controls over insurance companies, while one Republican after the next bemoaned the government takeover of health insurance and the loss of our freedom. I wondered, "How could they possibly be talking about the same bill?" What the Republicans in the House and Senate neglect, though, is that the Democrats were elected to majorities in the House and Senate, and to the White House in a modern-day landslide. This is why we elected them. To enact reform, to be a voice for the voiceless. If we wanted Republican ideas and policies, we'd be deferring to Speaker of the House, John Boener, and leader of the Senate, Mitch McConnell. We'd be saluting president John McCain. As George W. Bush would say, elections have consequences.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Building his case, the president charged for the first time that Iraq's fleet of unmanned aerial vehicles was ultimately intended to deliver chemical and biological weapons to cities in the United States. The president also built a lengthy, if circumstantial, case that Mr. Hussein had extensive ties to the Al Qaeda terrorist organization and that Iraq trained members of the terrorist group in "bomb-making, poisons and deadly gases." Although other members of his administration had cited evidence tying Al Qaeda to Iraq, Mr. Bush spoke about this in detail for the first time tonight.You wonder how we got to that point. Volumes have been written about extensive failures by the media and their complicity in allowing this to happen. When a president says Saddam Hussein has ties to Al Qaeda, you believe him. When the Secretary of State says that Iraq has sought to purchase uranium from Niger, you believe him. We want to believe that those in power are telling the truth, regardless of whether we agree with their particular politics. But how are they not war criminals? They lied and manipulated and withheld truth in order to get us to invade this country: regardless of their motives, their actions were criminal.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Loss, and the grief that comes from it, is one of the greatest occasions of deep and sad feeling, and it’s one that is socially acceptable. When we lose a beloved friend, wife, husband, child, parent, or maybe a possession or a job, we feel it’s okay to feel deeply. But we must broaden that. We’ve got to find a passion that is also experienced when we have it, not just when we’re losing it. And we have it all the time. Don’t wait for loss to feel, suffer, or enjoy deeply.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
- I tied for second in the Oscar pool Sunday. Should've gone with the tide and picked Sandra Bullock!
- I went to bed at 8:30 last night and woke at 5am. More sleep than I've gotten in ages.
- My lovely nana is in the hospital with pancreatitis (the kind caused by gull stones, not excessive alcohol); she's in good spirits.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
- Wine - Humber Gruner Veltliner
- Food - "My Dad's Garlic Bread"
- Wine - Edna Valley Chardonnay
- Food - skipped it
- Wine - Altos Malbec
- Food - Spinach Feta Orzo
- Wine - Paso A Paso Tempranillo
- Food - Seafood Gumbo
- Wine - Layercake Primotivo
- Food - Swiss Cheese Fondue
Monday, March 1, 2010
Reading [Ebert's online journal] from its beginning is like watching an Aztec pyramid being built. At first, it's just a vessel for him to apologize to his fans for not being downstate. The original entries are short updates about his life and health and a few of his heart's wishes. Postcards and pebbles. They're followed by a smattering of Welcomes to Cyberspace. But slowly the journal picks up steam, as Ebert's strength and confidence and audience grow. You are the readers I have dreamed of, he writes. He is emboldened. He begins to write about more than movies; in fact, it sometimes seems as though he'd rather write about anything other than movies. The existence of an afterlife, the beauty of a full bookshelf, his liberalism and atheism and alcoholism, the health-care debate, Darwin, memories of departed friends and fights won and lost — more than five hundred thousand words of inner monologue have poured out of him, five hundred thousand words that probably wouldn't exist had he kept his other voice.
I guess I have watched my coon descend the tree a hundred times; even so, I never miss a performance if I can help it. It has a ritualistic quality, and I know every motion, as a ballet enthusiast knows every motion of his favorite dance. The secret of its enchantment is the way it employs the failing light, so that when the descent begins, the former is clearly visible and is a part of day, and when, ten or fifteen minutes later, the descent is complete and the coon removes the last paw from the tree and takes the first step away, groundborne, she is almost indecipherable and is a part of the shadows and the night. The going down of the sun and the going down of the coon are interrelated phenomena; a man is lucky in deed who lives where sunset and coonset are visible from the same window. (White, 1977, p. 44)