Monday, September 29, 2008

Won't you take me to....Funkytown?

Gotta get off the Sarah Palin thing because it really doesn't make me happy, just annoyed, and a little cynical. Now the girls doing the disco spin...that's happiness.

Some other news of late...I'm again planning a shower, this time a baby shower, for Bill's cousin Andy. She's having her first baby and no one was going to step up to the plate for it, so I took one for the team. It's fine. I enjoy doing it.

Working on two books, Last Man on the Moon by Eugene Cernan, which I highly recommend, and The Host by Stephenie Meyer, for book club.

Trying to figure out Halloween costumes. I was originally going to go with Butcher, Baker, Candlestick Maker, but those are pretty abstract for toddlers. Then I thought of Fozzie Bear, the Swedish Chef, and Beaker, and these are in the lead. I could totally wimp out on creativity and get $29 pumpkin costumes from Pottery Barn Kids, but I haven't hit desperation yet.

Rosh Hashana is upon us, and so naturally the weather appears to have turned. My 93 year old grandmother says that every year, as soon as the Jewish holidays hit, the weather goes south. And you know, I have to say, every year she's right. As soon as Jewish New Year shows up it gets cold and rainy and the system hangs around until after Yom Kippur. I wonder there is a theological connection, or at least a metaphysical one.

I'm tied for seventh in my Dead Pool. At least I'm tied with my husband. That old crow Zsa Zsa Gabor has stuck me seven years running. How is it that she's not dead yet? Now I have to keep picking her, because time is running out for her regardless. My next year's list has a lot of old-school astronauts on it (but not John Young), and probably Abe Vigoda.

I got nothing else.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Katie, you are your mother's child.

Just when I thought the Groble contribution to my blog (and life) could not get better. See Katie Groble Flynn's blog (Grandma, I'm still alive)------>for some video goodness on the PANTHER way of thinking.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Watch this.

I hope this link works.




The House We Live In
http://137.148.110.32/Race.mov



Also, John McCain didn't leave his first wife "for" Cindy McCain. His first wife noted he left her because he didn't want to be 40, he didn't want to be old or an adult. Cindy just showed up later. So that was a snarky barb at him that by his first wife's own admission is untrue. Bad Tim.

Also, I have no knowledge about Sarah Palin leaking amniotic fluid for 24 hours before going to the hospital and I have no idea how anyone would know. I think it's disingenuous for Tim to imply that this caused Trig's particular developmental challenges and I don't like that he even mentioned it in his column.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

I got this from Lindy Burt, who is smart.

From Tim Wise, "This is Your Nation on White Privilege" (opednews.com)
For those who still can't grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge youor your parents, because "every family has challenges," even as black and Latino families with similar "challenges" are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck,"like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as aresponsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) ratherthan a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend five different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of,then returned to after making up some coursework at a communitycollege), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don't all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S.Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you're "untested."

White privilege is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added untilthe 1950s--while if you're black and believe in reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school, requires it), you are adangerous and mushy liberal who isn't fit to safeguard American institutions.

White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.

White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of anextremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto is "Alaska first," and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she's being disrespectful.

White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right ofwomen to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an endto child labor--and people think you're being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college and the fact that she lives close to Russia--you're somehowbeing mean, or even sexist.

White privilege is being able to convince white women who don't even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because suddenly your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a "second look."

White privilege is being able to fire people who didn't support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being
a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.

White privilege is when you can take nearly twenty-four hours to get to a hospital after beginning to leak amniotic fluid, and still be viewed as a great mom whose commitment to her children is unquestionable, and whose "next door neighbor" qualities make herready to be VP, while if you're a black candidate for president and you let your children be interviewed for a few seconds on TV, you're irresponsibly exploiting them.

White privilege is being able to give a 36 minute speech in which you talk about lipstick and make fun of your opponent, while laying out nosubstantive policy positions on any issue at all, and still manage to be considered a legitimate candidate, while a black person who gives an hour speech the week before, in which he lays out specific policy proposals on several issues, is still criticized for being too vague about what he would do if elected.

White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers whos ay the conflict in the Middle East is God's punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you're just a good church-going Christian, but if you're black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department ofDefense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you're an extremist who probably hates America.

White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a "trick question," while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O'Reilly means you're dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.

White privilege is being able to go to a prestigious prep school, then to Yale and then Harvard Business school, and yet, still be seen asjust an average guy (George W. Bush) while being black, going to a prestigious prep school, then Occidental College, then Columbia, and then to Harvard Law, makes you "uppity," and a snob who probably looks down on regular folks.

White privilege is being able to graduate near the bottom of your college class (McCain), or graduate with a C average from Yale (W.)and that's OK, and you're cut out to be president, but if you're blackand you graduate near the top of your class from Harvard Law, you can't be trusted to make good decisions in office.

White privilege is being able to dump your first wife after she'sdisfigured in a car crash so you can take up with a multi-millionaire beauty queen (who you go on to call the c-word in public) and still bethought of as a man of strong family values, while if you're black and married for nearly twenty years to the same woman, your family isviewed as un-American and your gestures of affection for each otherare called "terrorist fist bumps."

White privilege is when you can develop a pain-killer addiction,having obtained your drug of choice illegally like Cindy McCain, go onto beat that addiction, and everyone praises you for being so strong,while being a black guy who smoked pot a few times in college and never became an addict means people will wonder if perhaps you still get high, and even ask whether or not you ever sold drugs.

White privilege is being able to sing a song about bombing Iran and still be viewed as a sober and rational statesman, with the maturityto be president, while being black and suggesting that the U.S. shouldspeak with other nations, even when we have disagreements with them,makes you "dangerously naive and immature."

White privilege is being able to say that you hate "gooks" and "will
always hate them," and yet, you aren't a racist because, ya know, you were a POW so you're entitled to your hatred, while being black and insisting that black anger about racism is understandable, given the history of your country, makes you a dangerous bigot.

White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism and an absent father is apparently amongthe "lesser adversities" faced by other politicians, as Sarah Palin explained in her convention speech.

And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W.Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing,people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. isincreasingly isolated from world opinion, just because a lot of white voters aren't sure about that whole "change" thing. Ya know, it's just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same,which is very concrete and certain.

White privilege is, in short, the problem.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

So a lot's been going on.





I finally got around to having my Fall Clean Up Day, which includes my annual hosta split. We acquired a new variety from (who else) Grobles, which is now centerpieced in the back flower bed. I split about 20 plants, gave some offspring to Woodworths and Knights, and helped Bill finish the job Sunday. I planted some mums for the first time, so we'll see how they fare. I am not planning on planting any bulbs this year...I like tulips, but I'm planning on trying out dahlia next year, and I think I can only stick to one flower attempt a season (aside from the ubiquitous impatiens, which are still going strong this late in September).






We've got the Sisterhood of the Sparkly Shoes happening over here. Ellie has had sparkle shoes the last two Christmases, and now the twins' feet fit into her old kicks. Well, since all of my children already know how to accessorize, we spend many a morning in playclothes and "sparklies." We don't take them outside, and actually I've moved them to the dress-up bins lest Helen particularly get the idea that they are suitable for everyday wear. I'm sure I have taken the twins to the store in them, but Ellie is just getting into her new pink ones. In her photo, she was pretending to be Maria from The Sound of Music with her banjo and her shoes. She was rocking the Do Re Mi.







Book club started up again, I've got some work due for my class this week, we're going to Cedar Point Saturday night, and October is right around the corner. The year is flying by.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Blackout v. 2.0, or, How to have fun in the dark

1. Pretend for the kids' sake that this is all perfectly normal and yes, Mommy loves using open flame candles in her children's immediate presence and my, aren't we having fun?
2. Cook all the stuff in the fridge that will go funny if you don't and have a smorgasbord. Having friends over for this is even better.
3. Clean up what you can, but remember, no one can see the dirt anyway.
4. Count how many clean pairs of pants the kids have handy and wonder what you can get them to wear twice.
5. Go to bed early, early and not feel guilty.
6. Don't bother calling CEI. They don't want to talk to you.
7. Keep the kids outside as much as possible. The fresh air will wear them out. Put them to bed early too. Remember, three year olds can't tell time.
8. Thank God this isn't happening in January.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Well.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26496189/

Because THIS is going to end so well.