January 2008 archive

The Stars Hollow Gazette

So.  You’re not looking for meta or political, but the personal reminiscence or poetry.

Well on Wednesday you’ll get typeset Tennyson, but today you get me and Kools.

I used to smoke Kools, the worst cigarette in the world because it’s Mentholated and filtered with asbestos.  I’d smoke until my lungs felt “brown”.

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

It is by the juice of Safu that thoughts acquire speed,

The lips acquire stains.  The stains become a warning.

It is by will alone I set my mind in motion.

One time, while I was smoking Kools, I got invited to a party with a bunch of people I didn’t know.  They also didn’t smoke and the girls were kind of cute and interesting and I didn’t realize at the time how much I stank.

Eight hours later I emerged (having been welcomed and accepted and indulged in what I most desire which is intelligent conversation with peers) and I got in my car and right after I fired it up I fired up a Kool.

And right after I turned the corner out of sight I parked and barfed my guts out from the sick.

Did that stop me?  No.  I went on to smoke and not smoke.  I finally started (I’m done now) once again at a High School Reunion where I practically ripped open a cigarette machine for a pack of Merits because I felt inadequate.  So did the girl with the biggest tits in second grade who was right next to me and would have banged me in the hall if my fiance hadn’t been in the ballroom.

Gotta love reunions.

From there I went on to a point where it was kind of a bonding ritual between me and the dad.  He’d always smoked and so had his mom and dad.  They liked the smell and so do I.  You can smoke in my car if you like, I’m already dead.  I know exactly how long it takes to smoke a Kent III King- 5 minutes because that’s how long our mandatory breaks were.  Smoke them to the stub and crush them in the tub I have my last ashtray hanging around unclean to remind me what my lungs look like.

But there came a time when I decided I was done so I went on the gum and it’s been a while.

Bush Appreciation Day

1.19.09, you’re invited. I know a lot of people are already celebrating on Inauguration Day (1.20) but that’s only a half day of Bush in office (weak!). His last full day is 1.19, so really, if we want to show our appreciation for the man and his genius, we owe him the justice of doing it the day before. And then that way when it’s Inauguration Day, we’re already in celebration mode. But hey, since the 19th is a Monday, we should really just make it a whole weekend. That’s what I’m going to do, at least – a Friday-Tuesday thing. That should be enough time to pay tribute to his legacy.

First Kristol, now Brooks. WTF?

Yesterday, the New York Times’ new resident neocon, Bill Kristol, made history with a spot-on assessment of the Billary vs. Obama struggle.  Linky:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01…

Today, the Times’ senior resident (perhaps erstwhile?) right-wing mouthpiece, David Brooks, waxes eloquently in favor of Ted Kennedy’s endorsement of Barack Obama, and lays piles of rhetorical bouquets at the feet of both men.


Something fundamental has shifted in the Democratic Party.

Last week there was the widespread revulsion at the Clintons’ toxic attempts to ghettoize Barack Obama. In private and occasionally in public, leading Democrats lost patience with the hyperpartisan style of politics – the distortion of facts, the demonizing of foes, the secret admiration for brass-knuckle brawling and the ever-present assumption that it’s necessary to pollute the public sphere to win. All the suppressed suspicions of Clintonian narcissism came back to the fore. Are these people really serving the larger cause of the Democratic Party, or are they using the party as a vehicle for themselves?

And then Monday, something equally astonishing happened. A throng of Kennedys came to the Bender Arena at American University in Washington to endorse Obama. Caroline Kennedy evoked her father. Senator Edward Kennedy’s slightly hunched form carried with it the recent history of the Democratic Party.

The Weapon of Young Gods #2: The Precipice

It’s almost four in the morning and Lisa’s still shrooming, but I’m the one who’s having the fucked-up visions. A vast, eternal, limitless void is opening up in front of me, and I see the future stretch out to infinity. It’s a terrifying oblivion of wants and needs and responsibilities and realities that I know I’d have to deal with if I end up getting involved with this chick and her insanely addictive personality.

Previous Episode

SOTU: How Kind Of You To Mention It, Mr. Bush

This won’t be a long essay.

I never watch Mr. Bush, I can’t stand to hear his voice or see his face.

But I do read the transcripts of what he says.

I was wondering if he’d mention it tonight.  He certainly didn’t mention it in 2006.  And if he did mention it last year, I don’t recall.

But he did mention it this year.  How kind of you, Mr. Bush.

 

That “Liberal” Smear

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…if by a liberal they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people – their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, their civil liberties..if that is what they mean by a “liberal” then I am proud to be a liberal.

          —    John F. Kennedy

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In the conservative world, the word “liberal” is often used as a smear and an epithet in an attempt to denounce anyone who they dislike or who stands opposed to their ideas and idiot ideology. But now, after seven years of utter disaster at the hands of a conservative Administration — one that inherited a conservative Republican majority in Congress, only to lose it six years later — the nation and Conservatives have seen the disaster that their beliefs and policies lead to in terms of economic, political, military and social debacles, any one of which should give any sane citizen pause.

Conservatives, however, are not ones to reflect or reconsider failed positions or evidence that their flawed approach to government, to money, to military and political strategy and to social reform are simply bad policy.

Preparations

It was a good day today.  Late last night when I went to check on the horses they were both laying down on the fresh bedding.  The previous owner said that Rio never laid down as he was too skiddish.  I read some advice columns that said it is a sign that the horse is comfortable in their surroundings.

The horses and dog spent some quality time together while I tried out the new snow scoop, like a shovel but you just push, no lifting required.  I figured out what was wrong with one exterior light and one interior light.  Unpacked the first load of tools into the basement.

Ran out to the local hardware store where I was greeted by some friendly local faces and they filled me in on the best music venues in the area.  Picked up some bird feed and sewet cakes, extra gloves and a new hat.

Crawford Peace House Needs Our Help

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From http://www.crawfordpeacehouse….

We need your help

“I’d Love to change the world, but I don’t know what to do, So I leave it up to you.”

Alvin Lee with the band Ten Years After

We need your help

Five years ago in January 2003 I put a down payment on a house in Crawford, Texas with the hope of giving a home to peace and justice.* Many were inspired to join in this endeavor. Donations were raised at rallies in Dallas. The house was cleaned, painted and fixed, a kitchen was furnished, a labyrinth was built and a garden was planted.

On Easter Sunday, April 2003, the Crawford Peace House was born. During the first year of its existence I mostly paid the expenses out of my own pocket. *In the summer of 2004 We hosted an outdoor showing of Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 911. That event raised almost $15,000 and enough to fund the Peace House for the next year.

In the summer of 2005, we were down to less than a hundred dollars in the bank. Then, in August, Cindy Sheehan made her courageous stand in the ditch outside the Presidents ranch. The Peace House was there for Cindy, and Cindy was there for us. At her request, thousands of dollars flowed to the Peace House within weeks.* From that funding Camp Casey II was born, and a city with its infrastructure was erected. Thousands of people were fed a sheltered for weeks.

With what was left of that funding, Camp Casey was again erected for Thanksgiving 2005, Easter 2006 and at its new home in August of 2006. *We built the Casey Sheehan memorial garden at the Peace House and for the next two and a half years the Peace House’s mortgage payments were made and expenses have been met until now.

*Today, we are down to under $100 in the bank, with another year to go to honor our commitment to keep the Peace House open at least until the Bush administration ends.

We need your help. Please join us at our annual meeting Saturday, January 26, 2008, noon at the Peace House. Also please click on the link below and support our work

Thank you for making our house your home in Crawford.

Peace and in Loving Service,

Johnny Wolf

The Crawford Texas Peace House

9142 E. Fifth St. Crawford, TX 76638

http://www.crawfordpeacehouse….

You might say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.

I hope some day you’ll join us and the world can live as one.

* Peace activist buys house near Bush ranch in Texas

http://www.cnn.com/2003/ALLPOL…

* Hundreds of people flocked to a screening of Michael Moore’s film Fahrenheit 9/11 http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/ent…

*They Are Stardust, And in Texas At the Crawford Protest Camp, Growing Echoes of Woodstock

http://www.washingtonpost.com/…

*Peace House a center of dissent in Crawford

http://www.usatoday.com/news/n…

*Crawford Peace House dedicates memorial to “Sheehan’s Stand”, troops killed in Iraq

http://www.indybay.org/newsite…

*Where the money went

http://www.crawfordpeacehouse….

A Gamer’s View of Elections and Voting – Pt. 1

(I was originally going to write this in one post, but then I realized it was going to get way too long.  There’s a lot of ground that needs to be covered, so I’m splitting it up into a few essays.  This part introduces you to the point of view from which I’ll be writing throughout the series, and then focuses on the historical reasons behind our current election and voting systems and why I view them as separate and dependent systems.)

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I am a gamer.  I enjoy playing games and have done so nearly my entire life.  Of course, I don’t like all games.  Who does?  In my case, games of chance are not my cup of tea, since there’s little, if any, skill involved.  And I’m not much into sports.  (I must be un-American!)  That doesn’t mean I’m unfamiliar with those games or that I don’t appreciate them, but being that I’m uninterested in them, I haven’t taken the time to really learn their rules.  Primarily, I’m a role player, but I also enjoy board games, card games, silly games, serious games, and many other types.  I’ve been playing games since I can remember, but I wasn’t a student of games (so to speak) until after I left high school.  I want to briefly (I hope) explain why this has any bearing on elections and voting.

A strange call to a Senator today regarding telecom amnesty

This is weird, but I thought I’d pass it along.

I hadn’t gotten around to making calls until today due to the press of the upcoming primary.  Between 11 and 11:30 Pacific Time, I reached most of the targeted Senators in person, and left messages at most of the others.  It was the standard spiel: (1) you should require truth for reconciliation — the question of what punishment the telecoms had earned was separate from the question of whether they had committed crimes, but we’ll never find out what crimes they committed if we pass this amnesty; (2) it damages our system to let those with great lobbying resources get away with having committed crimes with impunity; (3) the grassroots are really, really upset about this issue and it isn’t going away.

In most cases, I spoke to a young man or woman, mostly polite, sometimes diffident.  Having suffered through my speech, without fail they all politely thanked me and promised “I’ll pass that along to the Senator.”  (Tim Johnson’s guy also accepted my good wishes and told me he’s doing well.)  I was at most a tick mark on one side of a ledger for them, if they followed through on that promise at all, but one call was a little different.

Congressional races by state: TX

I am all for running everywhere, and the 50 state strategy.

But neither we nor the Republicans are running everywhere (at least not yet!) In this series, I will look at where we are running and not running; and where the Republicans are running and not running (I am not going to look in detail at where Republicans are not running, as I have no desire to help Republicans, however modestly)

This diary is partly inspired by the great work done by BENAWU, and informed by the great Race Tracker Wiki (links throughout).

crossposted to dailyKos

Pony Party: Camel Riding

Like many people, I really wanted a horse when I was a child. I used to day dream about riding through meadows filled with wildflowers, running across streams and through forests. Our family, of course, couldn’t afford a horse, and I doubt they’d have gotten me one even if we had more money.

So my aspirations were quickly focused on horse-back riding lessons. Well, we really didn’t have the money for that, either. It’s hardly a cheap activity and requires considerable parental involvement, shuttling the rider to and from a stable each week. I did participate in a horse-back riding week-long summer camp two years in a row, but that wasn’t enough to really teach me how to ride.

One day, my family decided to go to a fair. It wasn’t a big fair, by any standards, but they had a number of fun rides, and cotton candy, and silly games, like whack-a-mole. I always felt sorry for the poor mole.

I thought there might be a pony ride at the fair. My hopes were raised when I heard another little girl say that she’d just gone riding. So I looked and looked, but didn’t see any ponies. I did, however, see a camel. With a child riding on its back.

And that’s how I came to ride on a camel. I think I’d have preferred a pony.

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