Friday, September 26, 2008

I am sick. I am hungry. I am sleepy. Maybe I'll go home early.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Reject Sarah Palin? I think I might, actually.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Eve Ensler, the American playwright, performer, feminist, and activist best known for “The Vagina Monologues”, wrote the following about Sarah Palin:

I am having Sarah Palin nightmares. I dreamt last night that she was a member of a club where they rode snowmobiles and wore the claws of drowned and starved polar bears around their necks.

I have a particular thing for Polar Bears. Maybe it’s their snowy whiteness or their bigness or the fact that they live in the arctic or that I have never seen one in person or touched one. Maybe it is the fact that they live so comfortably on ice. Whatever it is, I need the polar bears.

I don’t like raging at women. I am a Feminist and have spent my life trying to build community, help empower women and stop violence against them. It is hard to write about Sarah Palin. This is why the Sarah Palin choice was all the more insidious and cynical.

The people who made this choice count on the goodness and solidarity of Feminists. But everything Sarah Palin believes in and practices is antithetical to Feminism which for me is part of one story — connected to saving the earth, ending racism, empowering women, giving young girls options, opening our minds, deepening tolerance, and ending violence and war.

I believe that the McCain/Palin ticket is one of the most dangerous choices of my lifetime, and should this country chose those candidates the fall-out may be so great, the destruction so vast in so many areas that America may never recover. But what is equally disturbing is the impact that duo would have on the rest of the world.

Unfortunately, this is not a joke. In my lifetime I have seen the clownish, the inept, the bizarre be elected to the presidency with regularity. Sarah Palin does not believe in evolution. I take this as a metaphor. In her world and the world of Fundamentalists nothing changes or gets better or evolves.

She does not believe in global warming. The melting of the arctic, the storms that are destroying our cities, the pollution and rise of cancers, are all part of God’s plan. She is fighting to take the polar bears off the endangered species list. The earth, in Palin’s view, is here to be taken and plundered. The wolves and the bears are here to be shot and plundered. The oil is here to be taken and plundered. Iraq is here to be taken and plundered. As she said herself of the Iraqi war, “It was a task from God.”

Sarah Palin does not believe in abortion. She does not believe women who are raped and incested and ripped open against their will should have a right to determine whether they have their rapist’s baby or not. She obviously does not believe in sex education or birth control. I imagine her daughter was practicing abstinence and we know how many babies that makes.

Sarah Palin does not much believe in thinking. From what I gather she has tried to ban books from the library, has a tendency to dispense with people who think independently. She cannot tolerate an environment of ambiguity and difference.

This is a woman who could and might very well be the next president of the United States. She would govern one of the most diverse populations on the earth. Sarah believes in guns. She has her own custom Austrian hunting rifle. She has been known to kill 40 caribou at a clip. She has shot hundreds of wolves from the air.

Sarah believes in God. That is of course her right, her private right. But when God and Guns come together in the public sector, when war is declared in God’s name, when the rights of women are denied in his name, that is the end of separation of church and state and the undoing of everything America has ever tried to be.

I write to my sisters. I write because I believe we hold this election in our hands. This vote is a vote that will determine the future not just of the U.S., but of the planet. It will determine whether we create policies to save the earth or make it forever uninhabitable for humans. It will determine whether we move towards dialogue and diplomacy in the world or whether we escalate violence through invasion, undermining and attack.

It will determine whether we go for oil, strip mining, coal burning or invest our money in alternatives that will free us from dependency and destruction. It will determine if money gets spent on education and healthcare or whether we build more and more methods of killing.

It will determine whether America is a free open tolerant society or a closed place of fear, fundamentalism and aggression.

If the Polar Bears don’t move you to go and do everything in your power to get Obama elected then consider the chant that filled the hall after Palin spoke at the RNC, “Drill Drill Drill.” I think of teeth when I think of drills. I think of rape. I think of destruction. I think of domination. I think of military exercises that force mindless repetition, emptying the brain of analysis, doubt, ambiguity or dissent. I think of pain.
Do we want a future of drilling? More holes in the ozone, in the floor of the sea, more holes in our thinking, in the trust between nations and peoples, more holes in the fabric of this precious thing we call life?

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

I am having a very. very. bad. day.

Last night we were running late for dinner because of the fiasco that was/is activating Mike's iPhone. Stupidness. Ian comes in while I'm on the phone and mouths the words "There's a chihuahua in the garage" while he motioned frenetically to the lower level of the house. Now, mind you, I didn't realize this is what he was saying or the word "okay" would never have passed my lips. Anyway, I find out about the chihuahua after the phone call. The tiny excuse for a dog was missing a toenail AND limping due to some gimpy back leg issues. Me = sympathetic. So, you know, we feed it. Feeding turns into getting him a bed. Getting him a bed turns into him using Pagan's crate while we go to dinner, the cooking of which was out of the questions at this point. We had a small adorable dog to care for. We couldn't cook.

So, two hours later...

We get home and the dog and my dog start to play. We consider for a moment that adopting a kitten probably wasn't a good choice for our dog. Oh well. I like my kitten. Anyway, chihuahua starts to get a little friendly with Pagan. Like, way too friendly. You know, in his FACE. What the hell is with the chihuahuas? I mean, really. This happened when Megan brought that little black and white one home a while back. Do you remember? You can read about it here. It was decided that the chihuahua had to go first thing in the morning. Well, Mike works 45 minutes away while I am a measly 5 minute drive... so guess who got to take the dog to work this morning? That'd be me.

On my way, with Ian and the dog, to pick up my niece and nephew this morning for school I noticed the car tugging to the left. I think "crap, I need air in the tire. why do I need air in the tire? oh, crap." I get to Tara's place and honk for the kids while I simultaneously stick my head out of the door and gaze with a sense of foreboding at my noticeably low tire. I think to myself "can I get the kids to school? I think so... yeah, sure."

So off we go.

I'm on the phone with my sisters (Tara and Megan), both of whom work down the street from me at Costco, trying to arrange a way to get my car to Costco to have the tire patched. I hang up the phone and hear the noise no one with a low tire wants to hear...

thud, thud, thud

Now I say "crap" out loud and pull abruptly into the parking lot at the park, halfway between my house and the school. The kids are like "what?" and me? I stare at them for a moment and then I sigh and say "okay, guys... you're gonna hafta huff it. Out of the car! Hurry up, love you and all that... but you gotta get going" Remarkably, they were all rather good natured about it. Not one moan from any of them. Next I call AAA. I love AAA. AAA says it's going to be 45 minutes. The love affair is over. But whatever, they would be there momentarily to fix/change my tire. I make all of the necessary "I'm going to be late I'm stranded in the park with a flat" calls and then I wait.

While waiting I realize the sweet little dog must need to go to the bathroom... and I don't want him going in my car. So, I opened the door. You know, I never realized that a chihuahua could run so fast with a gimpy back leg. Seriously. They're quick little buggers. Off he went after a freaking CYCLIST. See me mortified. I'm a big leash person. My dog is an escape artist. I really did know better. Anyway, got the dog back, got to work on my spare and called animal control. They came, took the cute (evil Satan dog) puppy away to its owner, who had called looking for it this morning.

Then, around 10, I take the car to Costco and see about patching my tire. Um, no... it's shredded inside. WTF, I say... how? Dunno, it just is. *sigh* Guess what? I have an all wheel drive car. Do you know what that means? That means my car, that is not even a year old, needs FOUR new tires. You can't just replace one or two at a time on an all wheel drive car. So, I said farewell to about $500 today.

But, on the bright side (because there has to be one, right?) I get new tires before winter. YAY NEW TIRES. Did you feel the sarcasm oozing from those words? Huh? Did you?

Friday, September 5, 2008

Does anyone else have the uncanny ability to make people appear moments after they had entered your thoughts? I wish I could make it happen with people I actually wanted to see.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

I'm sitting here harassing my husband via text message. I realize that this is an unhealthy and relatively annoying thing to do. It's my passive aggressive way of telling him I'm highly unhappy that he's at a convention in Denver. I also realize that he has to be there. I mean, it's his job. I understand this. It does not, however, make me any happier.

But I'm still nice. I bought him an iPhone. You know, because he's awesome.

Jerk.