14 Aug

I find this whole thing bizarre, because he obviously doesn’t want the job. It’s far too time-intensive and adoration-deficient. So what is he doing? I guess we’ll find out.

On the other hand, I’d love to see him as Secretary of State. What?!



23 Mar

Wow, has this thing really been silent for almost four years?

Well, another election cycle might be the best time to resuscitate it. Maybe. I’ll think about it…


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Amazed but Happy

25 Sep

I saw Herman Cain speak for the first time at the South Carolina debate on May 5th, and I tweeted that night:

Ok, that’s a minimalist compliment at best, but I sent him a campaign contribution the next day, and I’ve been following him ever since. Classifying every comment about him with “He doesn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell, but…” but he was still my guy.

He lost some of his mojo when people started criticizing his lack of foreign policy knowledge, but instead of arguing or giving up, he hit the books. Surrounded himself with smart men instead of yes men, and learned what he needed to know, went to Israel and met with more smart people — and came back with better answers. If he wins the nomination, it will be for his proven ability to save a sinking ship (which is what America is right now), but a president needs to know more. And Cain gets that.

When Perry got in, he staggered a little again in the debates, but I think that was mostly frustration that Perry and Romney were getting all of the questions. I was glad to see that he was back in fighting mode for the Tampa debate last week. And then Orlando? Holy mackerel. Not only did he get the most standing ovations, but he was the only one who didn’t get booed. :o)

I laughed when Chris Wallace explained the 9-9-9 plan. It’s nice to hear it come from someone else’s mouth. Should have known that was a good sign. Sent another campaign contribution on Friday, by the way. And yesterday:

Still not sure he has snowball’s chance in… Florida of winning the nomination, but he’s on the right track. Congratulations, Herman Cain — and keep going!



29 Jul

I’ve had some curious experiences with Amazon in the past — mostly good, but some pretty peculiar even if they turned out well in the end. My kindle just went flat, and when I went to plug it in, the cord disintegrated in my hands. No sign of wear or trouble in the past, and suddenly the white rubber just fell off the cord, leaving bare wire.

Being a nerd, I googled it, and it’s a known issue. Called customer support, and not only did they send me a new one for free, they also paid for next-day shipping. Outstanding.

Update: Incidentally, I’ve had it since February 2009. 2-1/2 years. So it’s not exactly under warranty. :o)

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24 Jul

How long have these ladies been waiting, do you suppose?

Phyllis Siegel, 76, right, kisses her wife Connie Kopelov, 84, after exchanging vows at the Manhattan City Clerk’s office

Gay marriage went legal today in New York. Got friends there that I hope will join in — but not without serious and sane consideration, of course. I suspect these ladies have given it plenty of that.

For those of you that disagree with the concept, I give you my very favorite bible passage:

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. But when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

I started to emphasize several parts of this, but decided that the whole thing speaks for itself. This is just right.


Oh my.

17 Jul

Haven’t made bread in years. It smells as amazing as I remember.


Thoughts on the Casey Anthony Verdict

05 Jul

I’ve never followed a whole trial before, from jury selection through prosecution and defense to verdict. I only watched bits of the OJ trial, even though I lived in the LA area at the time. But the media here, and especially Bay News 9 — which I’ve always used for white noise since I moved here — covered it constantly, televised it every day and did recaps all night.

When I heard the prosecution, I was sure they were going to fry her — but in the end, I couldn’t follow the chloroform bit. So I doubt the jury could either. Someone googled it, and how to make it (huh?), and it was found in the trunk of the car, but why in the hell would you use chloroform on a two-year old? Did Caylee know judo or something? She’s maybe 30 pounds, why not just use a pillow? Or, say…

Duct tape.

I don’t get why they didn’t make a bigger deal of the duct tape. That’s your smoking gun, but nobody even mentioned it in the first week. Like the medical examiner said, there’s no reason for duct tape to be on the mouth and nose of a baby. Why complicate the story with confusing chemicals?

Once the prosecution was done and the defense started… Well, first of all, Jose Baez is an idiot. Did this guy actually pass the bar? Canine search evidence is silly because dogs can’t speak English? Really? But it started bothering me that the prosecution was done, and they had mostly focused on Casey’s jacked-up behavior. Which, admittedly, was damning. But not giving a shit that your baby’s dead isn’t a felony. Partying, tattoos, obvious glee. Yes, she’s a douchebag. But they don’t execute you for that.

And seven women on the jury? Lord have mercy, people. Even if a few of them were supposedly “pro-death penalty,” this is a defense team’s dream. If Baez is an idiot, the prosecution should be rolled out of town for allowing seven (SEVEN!) women on that jury.

When it comes down to it, the prosecution’s two closing arguments should have been reversed. That’s the only thing that could’ve helped in the end. Ashton was all evidence: This is the bag she was found in. It’s part of a set. Here’s the matching piece, which was in the Anthony house. This blanket was wrapped around her. It’s part of a set. Here are the matching pillows and crib bumper, which were in the Anthony house. This is the tape that was over her nose and mouth. The rest of the roll was in the Anthony house. Evidence.

Burdick, whom I confess to sort of loving in this trial, went second and focused almost entirely on Casey’s behavior. Ending with photos of her partying and a close-up of the “Bella Vita” tattoo. All good things to consider, but not hard evidence. And if I had time, in my busy life, to realize that being the world’s worst mom isn’t a capital crime — then the jury must have gone back to sequester thinking it every day.

That’s my only guess. Should’ve left the jury with hard evidence, not just bad behavior. Don’t know if it would have made a difference.



04 Jul

I don’t know if I mentioned this, but after half a dozen experts over the course of my life tried to teach me, I finally learned to knit this spring. Much thanks to the intarwebs and sekimori, I finally have a useful addiction. And I hardly punched holes in anything while learning. Mostly.

Anyway, in googling my new obsession, I found another curious pastime. Dyeing yarn with food-grade dyes. Kool-aid, frosting tints, easter egg pellets. There are several methods, and I think I’ve tried them all now. You need heat and acid — luckily kool-aid has lots of citric acid in it, so you don’t need to add any, you just need to heat it.

For my first attempt, I put a corningware dish on the stove with hot water and yarn and just carefully sprinkled in kool-aid. This is lemonade and pink lemonade:

Keep it nice and hot (but not boiling) for a while, and when the water is clear and the colors look right, take the yarn out of the water and toss it in a colander to air cool.

When it’s room temperature, rinse it with warmish water and hang it to dry.

This is how my first attempt dried, and how it finally turned out:

I’ve done a few more since then, and knitted a few up together (since I was making small batches)

So, there you go. How I spent my summer vacation.


Story of My Life

29 May

I remembered every single word of this, after not hearing it for 20+ years. But I have to look up my office phone number if I need it.


Teaching the world to sing, or whatever

08 May

Pickling spice smells almost exactly like one of my varieties of garam masala.

Aren’t people funny like that.



28 Apr

I just have to tell everyone in the world how much I love this tie. Which is weird, because I normally really dislike striped ties, but this one is just so cool.

I think it probably reminds me of this. Apologies to Randy Jackson for the bizarre screencap.

If you’re not watching Idol this year — and I swore I wouldn’t — they’re down to the final five (after tonight) and it’s a very eclectic bunch. One guy sang a Judas Priest song in week one, and they’re still saying he might win. There’s an old school country boy who looks uncannily like a 16 year old George W Bush. A bushy, bearded guy who’s channeling Cab Calloway — he even plays the standup bass on stage. A cute as a button “gospel” singer with killer style. And two girls: a growly spitfire and a very talented but vaguely generic teenager who doubts herself (I’m guessing the latter will be gone after tonight).

They’re freakishly talented and willing to take odd chances. So if you’re looking for a guilty pleasure, this is the time to start watching. I won’t tell anyone.


New Habit

23 Apr

The last time I tried to run with my dog, it was an unmitigated failure. He repeatedly jumped straight up in the air in front of me, jerked to the end of his lead several times, and dashed in front of me after squirrels. One of the unexpected bolts ended up with me accidentally stepping on his foot, which made him yelp in surprise, and inspired everyone within 500 yards to glare at me like a child molester. (His trainer always said you shouldn’t shy away from stepping on a dog’s foot when they break heel and cross in front of you, and that it won’t hurt them, but I’ve never been able to make myself do it.)

Anyway, failure. For both of us — since it’s very hard to use oxygen efficiently while yelling “heel! heel!” every ten seconds, the run only lasted about a quarter of a mile. He does know what “heel” means, but apparently it was just too much excitement. I gave up before he dragged us into traffic.

That was about a year ago. I recently signed up for a 5k with work, and it’s coming up in a few weeks. It’s a run/walk, so no one is expecting me to win or anything, but I was hoping to not completely embarrass myself. I just couldn’t find the time to practice. We go for a half hour walk in the morning, and there just isn’t any other time with (a) daylight and (b) temperatures under 85°F. I come home to walk him at lunch, so I can’t even make time to use the gym at the office. Until this morning, when I decided to try it again.

I scrounged up my running shoes and shorts from the dusty bag in the car, threw on a tank top, and off we went. I gave him a chance to pee, and then asked if he was ready, and started jogging slowly. He took off like he was fired out of a cannon, naturally — but since he was leashed, I could keep up. The good news was that he was going straight, even if he was outpacing me by about mach 4. No jumping, no ricocheting around like a pinball game. I could only go about a quarter mile at that speed, but he was completely unfazed when I dropped back to a walk.

I should mention that he’s freakishly fast — when we go to the off-leash, he can keep up with the whippets. It’s the border collie part of him, which also makes him herd my friends’ children. But after a break for sniffing and other doggish business, we started again, and he totally dialed it back and stayed with me. Not heeling exactly, but staying at roughly my speed. We only went about a mile and a half, and probably only ran half of that (my fault, not his — but I’m not beating myself up since it was my first day back), but we both had a blast. There was only one near-disaster, which was trying to get him to make a 90 degree left turn with him on my left, but we’ll work that out. I can totally see this becoming a new habit.


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A quick and unscientific poll

01 Dec

Show of hands, please. If the Obama administration cancels the mortgage interest federal tax deduction, which it looks increasingly like they’re really going to do, how many of you will never buy another house?

*raises hand*

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Mmmmm, retro

23 Nov

Unbelievable. Something has finally made me want an ipad.

And then I got over it. But it’s still a really cool idea.