Tuesday, August 11, 2009
i'm sweet on...
Monday, August 10, 2009
random is exactly that...
i don't stitch, haven't since college...
i don't knit, but I have a crazy desire to learn...does that make me an old maid, trendy or just plain silly?
i heart this...etsy
I found these beauties, like I do most things, on Etsy, my favorite place for all things creative. They are designed by Ricky @ edmdesigns. This is called Steampunk jewelry - and uses the contents of vintage watch parts. Ricky says "most of my designs feature the styles and manufacturers of fine watch pieces from the mid to late 1800's and into the early 1940's. I try most often to preserve the integrity of the focal movement and will only utilize pieces that can no longer serve their original purpose."
What a lovely way to be green and goddess all at the same time!
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
dazed and confused...
Because I'm vocal about my beliefs, my friends too often want to debate with me on the topic of health care - and while I can debate with the best of them (okay, okay, the mediocre-to-mid-grade of them), I claim to be a little skittish on this topic. I want to be sure of myself and I want to speak concisely and intentionally - but I also want to get the point across to people that "FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, people - we're in a crisis here! And isn't ANYTHING that is remotely planned out a better solution than the mess we find ourselves in???"
Most of my conservative and nervous friends are most concerned because they feel like the specifics are too unknown - that they want their own 3rd grade Health Care Bible before they are willing to take a look at another solution. I can't entirely fault them, but please refer to the previous paragraph to understand what I want to scream to them.
Finally, today, the White House posted a down and dirty, bulleted list of what the reform bill would do. It's in no way a master's thesis, but it's a start. I hope you find as much understanding in it as I did - and I hope it makes you more willing to take on debaters like me.
Friday, July 24, 2009
I heart this...
Tonic Home is a great place to find one of a kind pieces that take your breath away. The Camillia Bib Necklace is designed by Isharya and is made of Tourmaline glass, red, and clear enamel. Amazing, right?
Thursday, July 23, 2009
i could spend all day...
Here are a few of the boards that caught my eye.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
I heart this...
And because I can't let a day go by without thinking of tequila, this beautiful limited edition tequila packaged in hand blown crystal bottles makes me what to sit on a beach and quickly forget my name. This is almost too beautiful to drink from...sorry, never mind. What was I thinking?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
What was that?
On her morning walk she normally leaves for me a honking pile of love that is as normal as normal gets. But this morning, as she found a place to cop her squat, she removed from her body something so foul that imagining it might be grounds for prosecution. Because I have to pick it up and dispose of it, I was leaning over this miracle when I realized exactly what I was looking at. The first half of her gift was a mix of used, compacted and slightly discolored sundries that she had eaten out of the bathroom trash can. There were several tissues, a facial cleansing pad AND a few q-tips. Once I got over the shock of the contents in her belly, I looked at her and said "You've got to be kidding me?!? Do I need to hide the tampons and soap today as well?" At which point, she saw a squirrel and darted off -- and the vision of her backside with butt in the air was no different than if she had given me the finger with her tail.
Monday, July 20, 2009
i heart this...etsy
I heart this...
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Health Care Hell
Heather talks a lot about her family - consisting of her loving husband and her (now) 2 daughters. It was through Heather's talk of her spouse, Jon, that I came to read his blog Blurbomat. Jon is just as funny as Heather, but uses his blog to talk about (1) a band he had in college and (2) critical political concepts that aren't voiced enough.
John has been doing a series on the health care system in America - it's pros and cons and the need for a system that helps those who can't help themselves. Because I don't quite understand all the nuances of what Jon talks about (still learning and digesting) - I have posted links to his pages in the order in which you should read. He's SUCH a bright guy and I'm glad that he and Heather have each other to share their crazy lives with.
Read, enjoy and ponder. If you are so inclined - DO SOMETHING!!!
First Post:
Talking Points and Numbers
Second Post:
Additional Links
Third Post:
Anti-Competitive Monopolies
Yes, It's Been a While
My new, and more reasonable, goal is to write 3 times per week. I hope that this will be a much more manageable task and something that I will look forward to instead of away from.
I just found out that I have one loyal reader...my nutso Auntie M still finds time to read about the random things that I ponder while she's busy trying to keep up with my equally nutso Uncle R and her painting habit. She's become quite the artist and I'm so proud of the hidden talent that she pulled from deep down inside those high-top Converse sneakers. She'll be irked that I wrote about her - but at least she can now admit that I've finally written SOMETHING.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
This amazes me...
But I have to admit that I'm a little stunned by the recent firing of the GM CEO. Not that I'm not all for a clean house at the top - but because our POTUS did the firing. It was a clear message that the government is in charge - not big business. He has the people behind him, screaming for more changes to come.
This is my questions, however. How can you fire the CEO of a domestic automaker who came to the federal government asking for a loan, not a bailout, but not evoke circumstances on the Wall Street executives who have squandered more capital than we could even imagine. Let's spread the pink-slip wealth, Mr. Obama. You need to prove to the American people that you have the balls to step on all kinds, shapes and colors of toes.
As a side conversation to the GM situation, I was having a conversation with my in-laws last weekend about the ratio between worker and CEO salary in this country. Here's the list, for those of you who like to walk around with useless numerical lists in your head.
Ratio of CEO pay to average worker pay, by country:
Japan 11:1
Germany 12:1
France 15:1
Italy 20:1
Canada 20:1
South Africa 21:1
Britain 22:1
Hong Kong 41:1
Mexico 47:1
Venezuela 50:1
United States 475:1
Makes you wonder how we let things get so out of control, doesn't it. My story goes like this: "Once upon a time, there was an actor from California who was elected to the Presidency of the United States..."
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
i'm sweet on...
Sunday, February 15, 2009
pet peeves
1. Tossing butts - the absolute last thing that I want when I'm driving down the road is a still-burning butt flying towards me at 70 mph. The simple fact that you are littering is obviously lost on you, but then you have to be a total douche and throw your flammable litter at someone else. I didn't ask to be littered on. I also didn't ask to take my life in your hands by hoping that your lit butt doesn't spark something under my hood. Do us all a favor - use your ashtray or keep an empty aluminum can in your car. Keep your butt to yourself. I have enough asses in my life.
2. Cow cud - I don't want to hear you chewing your food just like I don't want you doing it with your mouth open. It's one thing if you are eating chips or crunching on ice, but the sloppy smacking of your jaw gets my blood boiling. Really, learn some restraint...and some courtesy. And finally ...
3. 3rd grade lesson - Please learn how to punctuate. It's simple, elementary school knowledge - and if you got out of 3rd grade not knowing where a period, comma or capital letter goes, then I wonder who your mom paid off. If you are updating your FB status or sending an email, please, please do your part and grammar check. It's annoying and infantile. If you are wondering if this points at you, ask. I'm happy to call you out.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
facebook schmacebook
I have recently turned into someone that I don't recognize. Facebook has revolutionized the way that I communicate with people and, at times, I'm more connected then I would really like to be. I look at these people who use their blogs as a canvas on which to verbal vomit their life story and I'm amazed that they don't get cyber-stalked. Maybe they do and they just don't care - who knows.
But this world of Facebook has made me better at keeping in touch AND equally pissed at my inability to keep people at arms length. I hate the fact that I update my status, therefore letting my "friends" know where I am in the world - but I just can't seem to stop feeding the information like baby food on a spoon. I don't quite know where this addiction came from and I know for sure that I don't like it - but I haven't found a Facebook Anonymous meeting online yet. If I do, I'll be sure to invite my friends to the meeting by asking them to give me 25 reasons why they should come. Then they need to tag 25 of their FB friends that need the same group counseling and we'll set up a chat room to have the meeting. Everyone can be responsible for their own coffee.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
support the search for a cure
I dig these organic and handmade bags from Sea Bags for a Cure. These custom tote bags are made out of recycled sails (which just makes me want to hitch a ride on a island-bound vessel).
The limited edition pink ribbon sea bags were created to benefit the Maine Cancer Foundation.
These bags can be found at Tonic Home - one of the coolest housewares sites on the web right now.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Thank you, Mr. President (part 2)
I have to admit, I was blown away. As an award-winning orator (granted, in high school - but really, I'm one of the few people in the world who has ZERO fear about speaking in front of a group) I was prepared for Obama's skill in delivering a message. What I wasn't prepared for was his "I just grew a huge set overnight and want the world to know that I'm not taking crap off of anyone" attitude. Because this blog is as much for historical purposes as it is logging, I'm going to post the transcript of the speech. Skip over if you've already heard in full.
"My fellow citizens:
I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.
Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.
So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.
That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.
These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land – a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.
Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America – they will be met. On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.
On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.
We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.
In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted – for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame.
Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things – some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.
For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.
For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.
For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.
Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.
This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions – that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking
America. For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.
Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans.
Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.
What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them – that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works – whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day – because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.
Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control – and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous.
The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart – not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.
As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake.
And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.
Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.
We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort – even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.
For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus – and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.
To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West – know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.
To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.
As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment – a moment that will define a generation – it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.
For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.
Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends – hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism – these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility – a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.
This is the price and the promise of citizenship.
This is the source of our confidence – the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.
This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed – why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.
So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet.
America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations."
I was so proud, I was beaming from ear to ear. Way to spell it out, Barack.
So, it was over. And most of the people were now walking north to head to the parade route. I walked south, toward the river, so that I could get out of the masses and head to my ride.
I walked over the 14th St bridge and headed toward Pentagon City Mall. After a quick trip inside to warm up (the bridge walk was the coldest part of the day), my sister and brother-in-law (with nieces in tow) picked me up and we headed back to Annandale. Traffic was non-existent, as most people were either home watching the parade on TV or were afraid to get stuck somewhere that they couldn't get out of.
By far, the absolute best experience of my life. I will always be grateful that I didn't talk myself out of going. I will always be grateful that I put myself in position to witness the greatest testament to our waning prejudice. I will always be grateful that I live in a nation where things like this are not only possible, but probable - if we get over ourselves enough to let it happen.
Mr. President, please represent. Please show up everyday with the same enthusiasm and knowledge that you showed us over the last 18 months.
I am proud of you. I am proud of us. I am proud.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Thank you, Mr. President (part 1)
I got up around 3:30 and drove to my sister's house in Annandale, VA. She and my brother-in-law had offered to take me to the bus station. It seemed to be a much more logical decision than trying to brave the Metro (our subway) to get downtown. I know it was wise choice, as I heard on my trip in that my Metro station was already parked to capacity - and they had only been running for 45 minutes.
It wasn't all that easy-going that morning. We had snow on Monday, the 19th, so the roads had iced over night and there were a ton of accidents going over the Blue Ridge into Loudoun County. I made it to Miki's safe and sound, around 6 am. By 6:30, Sean had dropped me off at the Metro Bus station on Columbia Pike and I waited for the 16S bus - the one that would take me directly into the city. I wasn't the only one on the bus, but there weren't any lines and it wasn't crazy. I feel a bit spoiled, because my trip was SO EASY, that it almost didn't even feel like I should have worried about it in the first place.
By 7 am, I was on the Mall, trying to see how close to the front of the crowd I could get. I noticed that by standing to the north side of the Mall, you were closer to the jumbo-trons - so I made my way across the Mall and to that side - then I walked toward the Capitol. I kept walking until it got too thick to get any closer. By my estimations, there were probably already 200,000 people there when I arrived. Not bad for a 15 degree morning.
So, there I sat - with a pumpkin muffin that my sister had given me and a latte that I picked up on the ride in. The book I was reading - "Change of Heart" by Jodi Picoult, wasn't exactly uplifting reading material - but it kept me occupied during the 4-hour wait.
I perched myself between a group of Boy Scouts to my south (right) and a group of high school choral kids from Michigan to my north (left). They were nice enough...but the choral kids thought it entertaining to sing the same songs over and over (and over and over) again until finally a guy in front of us nicely asked them to stop. He had a grandpa-gone-mad look to him, so the kids heeded his advice and took to screaming and giggling at the top of their lungs. Ah, to be young and stupid again. It brought back lots of memories from my days on the Speech and Debate bus...
The Boy Scouts were handing out American flags, which was a nice touch. They were stationed all around the Mall and it was an amazing sight, once things finally got going, to see all these flags waving at the same time.
While we all waited, the jumbo-trons replayed the concert from Sunday night @ the Lincoln Memorial. Everyone sang along to Garth Brooks and Stevie Wonder. We were this little collective re-run gearing ourselves up for what was about to happen. At one point, they started to show the motorcade on screen. This got everyone up off the ground and ready. The pulse in the crowd was evident.
Once they started seating all the dignitaries, things really started to get loud around me. People were cheering for their governors, senators and favorites. I found it interesting that of all the people that go the loudest "boo" from my section, it was Joe Lieberman. Some around us grumbled at Bush and Cheney, but I think it was understood that the end was SO near - that it didn't matter what anyone said.
And then, there he was. Looking dapper in his black suit with red tie. Looking a little bit grayer than he did when I first was drawn to his oratic excellence in 2004. Looking in command, in control and in awe of the moment. Barack Obama was on the stage and I knew from that moment that the world would never be the same.
Rick Warren gave the invocation. Those around me who were upset in Obama's choice let it be known. Although I, too, wish that he had different view regarding gay partnerships, he gave one amazing prayer. Aretha got up and sang "My Country Tis of Thee." She was good, not spectacular, and she was wearing the most obnoxious hat that anyone had seen in a long time. That monstrosity with the big gray bow - whew, I was just waiting for People to get a hold of that photo. Joe Biden took his oath - it was 11:54 am. At that point, we realized that at 12 noon, George W Bush was no longer our President. There was orchestral performance from Yo-Yo Ma and Itzhak Perlman. They were wonderful, but everyone was so anxious to see the swearing in, that it wasn't enjoyed as much as it should have been.
At this point, it's 12:04 pm. Someone mentions that Bush is no longer our President - that Biden is. It's a bit comical - because we had that 5-minute gap in time, where Obama wasn't sworn in, but Biden was. I'm glad he didn't choke on his Halls and throw the whole thing into a tizzy.
12:06 pm - Obama, with Michelle, Sasha, Malia, and the Lincoln Bible in tow, approach the podium. John G. Roberts, Chief Justice, starts the oath. He screws it up, which then makes Obama screw it up - but as Tom Brokaw said, "it still counted, folks." He finished with "So Help Me, God" - which I always took to be more of a request, than a statement. As a Christian, I like the thought of saying "so help me, God" after all my promises - as if I'm saying "Lord, I can't do this without you. Help me."
I was jumping up and down, crying, shouting, smiling, overcome with joy and pride. I had just witnessed the swearing in of our 44th President - a man who will go down in history for the man he is, not just the things he does.