Posts filed under ‘Musings’
A 5:26 minute lesson in why “driving too fast for the conditions” is nothing to laugh at:
From David Sirota over at Pando.com in an article titled: For Economic Stimulus, Pensions Beat Stadiums and Server Farms.
There [in Detroit], as if proudly advertising its reverse-Robin Hood class war, the city is simultaneously seeking bankruptcy to avoid pensions payments, while pledging $400 million to build a new hockey stadium.
I would much rather have my tax dollars go toward pensions instead of a hockey stadium. Geezus. It’s a no-brainer.
“Put a smile on for your kids and make the best that you can.”
“You don’t realize how fast this can happen.” Oh, yeah, “in the blink of an eye.”
A proud, articulate, loving couple with four little kids and patience and optimism beyond belief.
Via –> Invisible People. No kidding.
When was the last time we saw something like this on the teevee?
I read this long article yesterday and I was engrossed. My heart broke for what the United States is doing (or not doing) for 11-year-0ld Desani.
Desani lives in a decrepit homeless shelter in Fort Greene, a borough of New York with her seven siblings. Her mother is 36-years-old. “Mold creeps up walls and roaches swarm.” Everything about her life is depressing, through no fault of her own. Yet she’s trying so damn hard not to end up like her drug-addicted parents. Against all odds of course. Nothing is going well for her and nothing is on her side.
She’s a real person. This isn’t a movie.
She wakes to the sound of breathing. The smaller children lie tangled beside her, their chests rising and falling under winter coats and wool blankets. A few feet away, their mother and father sleep near the mop bucket they use as a toilet. Two other children share a mattress by the rotting wall where the mice live, opposite the baby, whose crib is warmed by a hair dryer perched on a milk crate.
Slipping out from her covers, the oldest girl sits at the window. On mornings like this, she can see all the way across Brooklyn to the Empire State Building, the first New York skyscraper to reach 100 floors. Her gaze always stops at that iconic temple of stone, its tip pointed celestially, its facade lit with promise.
“It makes me feel like there’s something going on out there,” says the 11-year-old girl, never one for patience. This child of New York is always running before she walks. She likes being first — the first to be born, the first to go to school, the first to make the honor roll.
Please, please take the time to read it. We must know about people like Desani.
Hey, great gift idea: A round swaddle blanked colored like a flour tortilla to wrap your baby in to make him or her look like a big burrito:
If you’re interested (just say no!), more info here.
Aye yie yie. The things people come up with.
Hey everyone. It’s Sheep Week. (If you don’t follow Modern Farmer, you should. Their info about gardening and backyard animals (eggs!) is invaluable.)
If only a president — any “modern-era” president — had the guts to put sheep or goats on the White House lawn to mow and fertilize the grass; to make a statement contrary to every dang thing being powered by oil and gas and/or chemicals, it would be so cool.
Here’s a wake-up call to the drown-government-in-a-bathtub crowd:
Boulder Annexation Inquiries Surging After Flood– Damaged wells and septic systems make city services more attractive
September’s floods did a number on the wells and septic systems of many Boulder County residents, with testing still revealing contamination in some wells nearly three months later
That damage has led to a surge ofinquires about annexation into the city of Boulder from people who have typically been wary of city government but now see the appeal of getting city water and sewer services.
The photo above is how the main street leading out of my neighborhood in Boulder looked immediately after the Boulder flood. Republicans and libertarians would say hey, what’s the big deal? You and your neighbors should band together and take care of it. “Big government” can’t help you.
Really? As a matter of fact, “big government” cleared that road in a matter of hours because it had the equipment to do it. My neighbors and I would have had to clear it using our bare hands and shovels. It would have taken days.
So I wonder what Republicans would say to the poor folks who are still living with contaminated wells. Probably something like: Live free or die! Until, that is, those people can’t drink the water coming out of their wells and faucets because, ah, they really might die.
The Empire State building will be lit in the colors of the South African flag tonight and tomorrow in a tribute to Nelson Mandela.
Nelson Mandela died today at the age of 95.
Mandela was a man of such dignity, grace and integrity which, sadly, is becoming rarer and rarer in today’s leaders.
Two things to do today other than take the dogs on their walk and stuff my face: Watch the English Setter portion of the National Dog Show beginning at noon EDT on NBC and view “near realtime images” of the comet ISON via NASA at approximately 12:45 EDT, on the web here.
More on ISON here.
Again, happy Turkey Day everyone.
I’m thinking about what I’m thankful for but, then again, I think about that a lot.
My husband was diagnosed with a nasty form of dementia in February — Fronto Temporal Degeneration — which tends to strike younger people (he’s 62) as opposed to Alzheimer’s which increases as people get older.
It’s been hard. I /we’ve had to make a lot of adjustments. I’m like a babysitter now. He’s like an “adult toddler” as a nurse-friend said.
I spend hours making sure Dan doesn’t, for example, leave the stove on such that he burns the house down or leave the gate open so the dogs get out. I think about what I’d do if Mr. Al (see my masthead above and the photo below) got out and I lived for years not knowing what happened to him.
Lots of stress going on here.
That said, give me a beautiful sunrise, a 3-mile speed walk during which I feel more powerful than the day before and I fly; 20-minutes gossiping with one of my neighbors of 30-years; lunch with a friend or an hour on the deck soaking up the sun after five days of frigid weather or end-of-day cuddle time in bed with Al and I’m fine.
Thank you life. All in all, you’ve been good to me.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone, especially you (you know who you are) who’ve been friends of this blog for a long time.
No, this is not a post pulled from The Onion.
This is what a wild American turkey — the bird our Thanksgiving is based on — looks like:
Very pretty. As usual, Mother Nature has a way with colors.
I’m wondering why all the turkeys I’ve ever seen a president “pardon” have been white.
I don’t know what landed me on this article this morning — How To Pick a Fight With Your Relatives This Thanksgiving — but however I got there, I’m glad I did. Read it. It’s hilllarious.
If your family is anything like mine, then Thanksgiving is sort of like a brief military deployment after months and months of training. You’ve prepared all year in Internet comment sections and by yelling at Fox News on the television screen, and now you find yourself face-to-face, in close quarters, with actual Republicans, right across the table. They’re not going anywhere, and neither are you. Despite what you’ve heard about avoiding holiday conflict, now is your time to fight.
So here are some good rules to follow to make sure your Thanksgiving descends into a screaming match that mortifies your loved ones and makes you feel superior to all your troglodyte cousins.
A peek at the various sections:
1) Select Your Target
2) Getting Started
3) What Should We Fight About?
4) How Much Should I Drink?
5) How Do I Know If I’m Winning?
6) When Should I Toss My Silverware Onto My Plate and Stalk Dramatically Away From the Table?
What I’ve put here doesn’t do it justice. Like I said, read it.
Really? Yo, Kanye, are you serious? Hypocrisy much?
Google “Kardashian Louis Vuitton.” You’ll see page after page of Kardashians parading in front of cameras with their conspicuously labeled Louis Vuitton bags and luggage. Like Kayne’s fiance Kim, here, in March, 2012 making sure everyone knows she’s carrying is an LV bag:
Is Kanye suffering from some sort of insane bazillionaire guilt?
I wonder how fast the car that passes him is going.
(H/t Sarah P.)
A headline to remember, 50 years on:
Think about that.
There’s some real serious hate going on down there.
I was eleven years old in 1963 when John F. Kennedy was assassinated.
My parents didn’t think much of television back then. They wouldn’t let me watch more than an hour per week. The set was in our basement. It was pretty darn uncomfortable down there what with linoleum floors and cinder block walls. The Red Skelton Show and Sky King were my favorites. I spent my allotted hour watching those two shows.
I remember my mother begrudgingly ironing while she watched with me; doing everything she could not to like what she saw.
On November 22, 1963 I have a memory of being at school and something awful happening. After I walked home I found my parents sitting in front of the television which was suddenly upstairs in the living room.
Back then there were no cable connections. All you had to do was unplug the thing, move it, and plug it back in.
It looked something like this:
I was jealous of my friends whose parents had super-fancy consoles:
Anyway, when I got home my mother way crying and my father was staring blankly at the television. I don’t think we took our eyes off of it for days as we watched the events surrounding JFK’s funeral.
A television has been in my living room ever since.
Now look at us:
I was 11-years-old when John F. Kennedy was murdered in Dallas in 1963 and back then I thought Jacqueline Kennedy was “old.” But she wasn’t. She was only 34.
I have a feeling the story of George Zimmerman’s life is not going to end at all well. I just hope he doesn’t kill anyone else along the way.
Multiple Florida news outlets are reporting that George Zimmerman has been arrested following a domestic dispute involving his “girlfriend.”
Police have taken him to jail, according to WESH TV.
WFTV reports that the disturbance happened at a residence in Apopka.
Check out this ABC so-called News story about how a Guide Dog Dispute Halts Philadelphia-to-NY Flight:
Here’s a bit of it:
A dispute involving a blind man, his guide dog and an airline crew led to the cancellation of a flight from Philadelphia to New York, leaving passengers to be sent by bus to their destination.
Albert Rizzi said the argument began Wednesday night when a crew member told him to put his service dog under the seat in front of him as they waited for the US Airways Express flight to leave for the airport in Ronkonkoma, N.Y.
He told The Associated Press on Thursday that the flight attendant claimed the dog was creating an unsafe situation.
“She was very confrontational to the point where her tone was not appreciated,” he said. “I was ripped off the airplane. I was very upset.”
Rizzi said the dog had gotten restless and was curled up beneath his legs.
But flight attendants described the dog as agitated and expressed concern that Rizzi was not controlling it, airline spokeswoman Liz Landau said.
Rizzi became verbally abusive, and the crew decided to remove him, Landau said. That decision caused some of the other 33 travelers to become upset, she said, and the flight was canceled.
US Airways then arranged for a bus to drive passengers to Long Island.
Read the rest of the article via the link above. ABC so-called News doesn’t say anything about the size of the dog. Was it a Yorkie? Was it a “Weiner dog?” Was it a German Shepherd? How does the reader know whether it was reasonable for the crew to demand that the service dog be “put under the seat” if one doesn’t know how big or small the dog was? I mean, that’s critical.
Oy vie. When, oh when, will we have a better media?
I’m thinking Kim Kardashian should buy it, or have one made. Can’t you just see her sitting there where the Pope is, waiving to all the paparazzi and to We the Little People, and pretending she just hates it?
Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.
Blocking the implementation of the Trans-Pacific Partnership (the TPP) is the most important fight We the People must win — along with blocking the Keystone XL pipeline — in the next year.
Learn more about the TPP here. It’s a very big deal. In essence, it gives the corporatocracy control of our government.
Cotton boxer shorts from Hermes. $470.00. For fools who don’t mind being really, really, really ripped off.
Cotton boxer shorts from Target. $5.99.
Not a bad idea:
What better note to end the week on than the simple-sweet work of Equadorian Javier Pérez via his Instagram account.
Have fun with more, here.
During the flood in September in Boulder, Colorado the hubby and I realized that a 9′ x 8′ storage shed in our backyard needed to be re-roofed. Water was literally pouring down like a sheet on the inside south wall.
I subsequently got three bids to re-roof the shed and while they were at it, to re-roof a little cover we have over our crawl space. The first bid was $1,300. The second bid was $1,100 and the third bid was $473. The first two were from professional roofing companies and the the third was from a handyman guy. I went with the handyman guy he did a great job.
Today a fourth bid arrived in the mail. It has been so long I’d forgotten there was still one outstanding bid (also from a professional roofing company).
Here it is. The hilarious part is the charge these guys think we’re dumb enough to pay to have the crawl space cover re-roofed. They apparently think we were born yesterday because they propose charging us $220 for that part of the job (bottom two sentences):
Here’s a photo of the crawl space cover with Mr. Al sitting next to it for scale:
$220 to re-roof that little thing? Gee. I wonder if there just might be a little post-disaster gouging going on around here.
Liberal Democrat Bill DeBlasio won the New York City mayoral election yesterday and today, outgoing Mayor, billionaire Mike Bloomberg met with DeBlasio at City Hall. If body language is any indication, and I think it is, Bloomberg was none too happy with the election’s outcome. Pretty funny:
For a larger photo, go here.
The adults were sitting on their hands so children in Bangladesh took up the cause of stopping child marriages. So cool.
66% of girls in Bangladesh are married under 18. To address this, Plan supports a children’s organisation that works with local government, community-based organisations and others in the area to create child marriage-free zones to stop early marriage.
The children call emergency meetings whenever they hear about a child marriage, they then visit the parents to discuss the issue and inform them of the negative impact that child marriage has on a girls. Working together with local authorities, the children’s group has convinced the community that child marriage is not good and should be ended.