Thursday, December 13, 2012

One Hundred Fifty Years Ago, Today

Robert E. Lee decisively wins the Battle of Fredericksburg, but you wouldn't know from the This Day in the Civil War site.

[The] Army of the Potomac under Gen. Burnside suffers a costly defeat at Fredericksburg in Virginia with a loss of 12,653 men after 14 frontal assaults on well entrenched Rebels on Marye's Heights. "We might as well have tried to take hell," a Union soldier remarks. Confederate losses are 5,309. "It is well that war is so terrible - we should grow too fond of it," states Lee during the fighting.

- from The History Place

Of course, slave owners and other southern whites should already be used to carnage, what with all the times they beat up the people they "owned". Then again, the "gentile" people farmed that work out to the sociopaths, so they never had to see it.

Monday, December 10, 2012

It All Makes Sense Now

Early in Obama's first administration, I was continually frustrated by his bending over backwards to appease people who obviously hated him. I wrote him several emails that told him to stop working with them, and get something done. It is only now that I understand what he was doing, and a little more about why the minimum age to be President is 35.

At this point, no one who knows about race relations in America should be under the impression that Obama could have been anything less than completely accommodating and hope to win a second term. He was smarter than all of us - or at least smarter than me, and a lot of white people like me. He appeased the idiotic beltway conventional wisdom, and made sure that even if the narrative painted him as uncompromising, the facts couldn't back it up.

The long view is a hard one to accept, especially when you watch the collateral damage around you, on your own streets, and from the words of people around you. But the long view is the most important one to have. Obama could have muscled more legislation through, taken a harder negotiation stance in 2009, but he would have lost the Senate in 2010 too. We would have President Elect Romney right now, who would undo anything and everything Obama touched, started a new war, and just shifted everything off of the books.

Don't kid yourself, if he hadn't been so accommodating, so compromising for the last four years, Obama would have been a one-term president.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Incentive to Attend Party

I have a CD with 16 different versions of Cher's "Believe" on it.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Saturday, November 17, 2012

The National Cold

Everyone is sick. My roommate was sick first, as were some other people at work. Then I got something, and my boss was on sudafed. When I was in Minnesota, the cold finally hit me hard. Now everyone on facebook is sick, with the same thing. Coughing, headache, and mucous in the chest.

I guess now that the big national event is finally over, everyone's bodies are finally giving in to the seasonal change. Welcome to the National Cold.

Monday, November 12, 2012

Gotta Love Manos

Actually, no, I don't. When the topic of my fandoms comes up, sometimes, someone else knows about MST3k, and if the other person happens to know about the show, Manos comes up. Its a classic episode, and I've seen it more than a few times, I just don't like it.

But years ago, one of the fans from the LJ community had the brilliance to put a classic Eagles song (that also isn't a favorite) to clips from the movie, shortening it to the length it should have been. With no further ado, I present to you, Hotel Manos.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Every Day

Today, I realized that it is the farmer's daughter in me that constantly wants to tell my managers what I get to see, what life is really like, and why Tuesday wasn't surprising. But it is the part of me that descended from a servant that holds me back. Every moment, this struggle plays out in my head. Every day.

I am "that person" who talks to you on the street corner. I shout things in the street, and lead the chants at rallies. But I also hold back, and really hate the spotlight. I'll design the posters, but my name won't be on them. I'll plan the rally, but only speak briefly. I ask hard questions at the meeting, demand answers, but hesitate to make the ultimate decision.

Every moment, every day, every second, I feel it. Sometimes I wonder about destiny, and damn serendipity. Because the truth is that I had no plan, other than getting things done, from day to day. Finish that homework assignment, read the book, answer the questions on the test, get an A in that teacher's class, have a good time with friends, make sure that I had enough clubs for my resume, get into a college, get to class, build a resume, and get a job. Do well, earn my keep, and make hay while the sun shines.

We'll see where this goes.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Forgiveness is Earned

I want an apology. I want to hear "we're sorry for those things we said, we don't know what we were thinking." I want to see someone shaking his or her head, crying, and begging for us to not think of them as horrible people. I want people to stand up, and accept responsibility for the people they have hurt, the lies they have told, and the inappropriate behavior they have displayed.

Think of it like a permission slip - a formality. Something that you have to do in order to be accepted back into the fold and trusted again. I'm tired of brushing bad behavior under the rug, because it only piles up, and sometimes begins to stink.

Now, when so many of us are reaching out, trying to mend the broken ties, some people really need to grow up. A lot of people are content to forgive, unconditionally. I'm different, and I want all of those racist, reactionary, angry Tea Partiers to say that they are sorry.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

The Eternal Question: Mike or Joel

I'll admit, I started with Joel. Channel 7 decided to show the syndicated hourly show hosted by that old guy. When that friend in Spanish class loaned me the tapes of the new episodes, I was shocked to see that some new guy had replaced the "cute guy". I remember seeing guys (don't remember seeing any girls) with MST3k shirts in school and thinking that they were lame because they only started watching in the Mike years, whereas I knew about Joel. I assumed Joel had left when the show went to the SciFi network.

When I went to college, I taped and watched the show as often as possible. I also started buying tapes. When I got Red Zone Cuba and the movie, I learned that the switch between Joel and Mike had happened earlier. In graduate school, I borrowed tapes and DVDs, then I began converting my tapes to digital. In 2005, I began to torrent the episodes, and then people began putting them up on YouTube. Somewhere in there, I realized I preferred Mike to Joel

Sure, Joel was the first and the originator of the concept, but as with many things, the first is not always the best. A former friend once commented that he missed Joel at first too but soon realized that "Mike was the genius behind the scenes" as he was the head writer from early on. It is easy to see that Mike is a better actor, and I really prefer his egalitarian relationship with Servo and Crow to Joel's paternalistic one. What's more, the tone in the theater is much more biting and funny with Mike. Joel spent too much time complaining about the painful parts of the movies. In Hercules vs. the Moon Men, Joel & The Bots (J&TB) just whine and cry during the sandstorm scenes. In a similarly boring scene, in The Starfighters, Mike & The Bots (M&TB) make the constant re-fueling scenes funny. They even point out how much of a stretch it is, but even that is fun.

You asked for more refuling, and we're giving it to you
Yes
Mike: I'm at a loss, now, we've done promiscuity entendre
Servo: Check
Crow: Uh, cuddling in the after glow
Servo: Check
Mike: Multiple partner allusions
Servo: Got it
Crow: Premature ejaculation innuendo
Servo: Yup
Mike: Gas station jokes
Servo: Been there
Crow: Impotence!
Servo: Oh yeah
Mike: One night stand stuff
Servo: All covered
Mike: Ok, lets just watch then
Servo: Refuling is a beautiful natural thing that's nothing to mock

Later, they come in with a junkie joke. And even when they complain, its subtle, with no yelling. They make bad movies funny instead of just bad movies.

In the end, I think that the controversy over Mike and Joel is an apt analogy for a lot of things in popular culture and US Politics. The early internet was a representation of people who had money, and were in the right place at the right time, not a representation of the most intelligent or wise in the population. The members of the early internet tribe, having a lot of money, did have a lot of people who were very resistant to change, and got incredibly butthurt when someone indicated that the first wasn't the best. The resulting flame-war had ripple effects into the MST3k fandom long after the internet became a better representation of the population.

On the MST3k LiveJournal page, I respected the old internet, and declared that Mike vs. Joel posts were verboten. Joel-lovers should be respected, at least in the posts. Of course, the community does not need heavy moderation anymore - at least, not to my knowledge - and it never really did. But I think it is past time to stop paying attention to the whiners who can't see talent for what it is. Joel was funny, and I do like a lot of Joel episodes, but MST3k got better in the Mike years. Mike is better than Joel, deal with it.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Wouldn't it be Lovely...

...if enough other states voted for Obama that Ohio didn't even matter? Then, maybe, we can realize the folly of assuming that a bellwether* is a stand-in for the rest of the country.

Though, honestly, since the people most focused on winning Ohio (by cheating) aren't terribly bright (hence, the cheating), I have a hard time caring that much. Still, the people of Cincinnati deserve better. Cleveland, Columbus, Toledo, Bowling Green, Sandusky, Akron, Youngstown, and Dayton too.

* - Nevada is a better one anyway, it just has fewer electoral votes.

Soaring

I felt this incredible sensation when I came home from my vacation in August, like our society is on a great precipice. We could go crashing down, or take off, and soar. There are so many people out there, creating amazing art, and doing wonderful things. So many more people are seeing through the lies, through the bullsh*t than ever before.

There is a lot of talk about the generations, and it seems as if we have been preparing for the boomers to retire for a long time now. Only a few of them are retiring, right now, since it was their idiotic economic policies that drove the stock market up, then left it in the ditch. They also seem content on dismantling the social safety net that their parents toiled for, but only for part of their generation, and those that came afterwards.

This generation, my generation, once dubbed Generation Y, and now lumped in with millenials, grew up after all the generational fervor that the boomers went though. We noticed how they spit on their parents' traditions, and how their parents blamed them for everything wrong in their world, then sent them off to war.

We heard about how the greatest minds of their generation were destroyed by madness, only to be held down, ourselves, by the minds that were left over. We endured the same criticisms about our music that they endured about theirs, yet we didn't turn around and spurn the Rolling Stones or Motown. In fact, many of us own more vinyl now than they maybe ever did.

The boomers taught us, provided for us, gave us everything they never had, and when we grew up, we actually were grateful. Sad, however, that so few of them are noticing. The people my age seem to be respectful of their elders, and excited to hear all of the stories. I may roll my eyes when a man in his 60's speaks wistfully of the old Haight-Ashbury days, but that is only because I've heard it all before. The 20-somethings listening to him are indeed interested, and really do want to know more.

The Class of 2000 have families now, and I see them when I go for walks. They are outside, at the playground, with their kids. They are walking through the grocery store, picking out vegetables for dinner. But I also see them in other places, struggling in low-paying jobs, and using drugs to escape their turmoil. They are shying away from jobs with large organizations, because they don't want to give up their freedoms, and don't like the idea of stifling their creativity.

They may take a low-level job for the health insurance, but they will only do the minimum, because their heart isn't in it. Meanwhile, the person that wants that job is stuck in another job, for that same health insurance. Give them health insurance that isn't related to a job - ensure their guaranteed health care, no matter what they do - and the qualified but uninterested will quit, making way for the questionably qualified, but eager people, who are actually interested in doing that job. Then watch as the newly freed people fill up those abandoned storefronts. Imagine a downtown district that gets cleaned every day, creative shops, bustling eateries, and friendly neighbors.

We are on a great precipice this year. We can either go down the deep end, spurring anger, and riots, or we can stop this fighting, stop resisting reality, talk to our neighbors, jump off this cliff, and soar.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Episodes of the Reality Resistant

Say, the best way to lower abortions is to increase access to contraception, and improve sex education? Studies prove this, and families that preach abstinence include pregnant teenage girls?

Why, slash sex-ed funding and make it really hard to access contraception, then make abortion illegal, that will SOLVE EVERYTHING!


What makes people this stupid? They have to get up, get dressed, and eat every morning - or maybe they don't.

Maybe they get up, get dressed, and have a cup of coffee for breakfast, thinking that skipping breakfast will help them lose weight. Then they act like entitled asses all morning, and go out to lunch with their idiotic buddies to talk about a bunch of stupid crap in their lives.

Charities actually find your donations of canned goods to be annoying, and have for a very long time. They've only told you this recently because they finally overcame the human nature to "say something nice, or say nothing at all", but all the canned hominy and old spam that you gave actually went to waste.

But we've done the can drive for 40 years now, and it helps the kids to think of those that are less fortunate! I see no reason to stop now, besides, those charities will just waste the money anyway.


Does it even matter to these people that they are wrong? How on earth do they sleep at night? Do they even retain the knowledge that they are so ineffably stupid?

Sure, they come back from lunch with food in their bellies, but they're unaware that they missed a great presentation from a foreign policy institute on the impact of sanctions on Iran. Your average conservotard spends the rest of the day busing about like mad, unable to say no to anyone and ensure that there is enough time to finish the tasks at hand. When there is a lull, random research is done, and snide remarks are made about the biggest hurricane, ever, "slowing to a trickle".
I take minerals and vitamins to help my immune system, but the person that I live with got sick last week. While I'm not as sick as he was, I'm still pretty out of it. Slightly delusional, unable to concentrate well, and nervous about getting other people sick

Well, you were still able to write this blog post, you should be able to do your job.


Oh, for &%$*'s sake, thank goodness management isn't that stupid.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Uh, Yeah, No One Cares

I'm pretty narcissistic, everyone knows that. I think I'm awesome, that my life is epic, and that everything I say is the most profound thing ever. However, I also have a little perspective, and am increasingly able to keep my mouth shut. This has come from several instances of opening my mouth, or posting something, and then being smacked down, hard. I've been called out, yelled at, and lost friends for the things I've said. I certainly don't have a captive audience that would flood comment threads with concern for me. I've realized that I can't expect people to care about my life, even when nothing else is going on, and it really doesn't bother me.

But today, we are in the midst of a huge election here in the US. And a significant portion of our population experienced a monster storm, that created flooding that brought sharks into New Jersey (that was a fake) and displaced a ton of people. I'm worried about my friends in D.C., since their apartment has a huge window in place of a wall (they were fine, fortunately). Sh*t is getting serious, but I've got a few Facebook friends, well respected in circles that I'd like to be in, who myopically obsess over their own lives today. It burns me up inside, and makes me wish I could post the title of this post as a comment on theirs.

Feel free to call me bitter, I accept that. I am bitter as hell, and this is my blog.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

No One Knows

If Obama wins. If the Democrats take the House and have a filibuster proof majority in the Senate. What would be so horrible for America, for American business, for so many Americans, that they are working themselves into a frothing rage, throwing good money at this, and blatantly cheating to get what they want. What is truly so frightening? What horrible things would happen?

I'm sorry for their lost years, I really am. I'm sorry that the things that were taught them turned out to be wrong. I want no harm to come to anyone. I'm just tired of seeing people sleeping in the street, and I think that we can do better. Really, their worst nightmares can't be much worse than this.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Stupid Fear Mongering

This week, at a location that I go to, a person that goes to the same location announced to me and another person that Google made a deal with the government, the federal government, that allows the government to spy on our email. I was dubious, but didn't bother to ask clarifying questions about the source of the information. Despite lying to me several times, and despite the fact that we both know about the lies, this person gets real defensive when I display any skepticism of any claims.

I figured that a deal of that kind would show up on the news websites that I read, but I didn't see anything about it. So, today, I searched for 'federal government can read gmail' and got to an article about some people who are suing Google because they think someone there is reading their email. You can read the details of that case yourself, but the interesting part of this article came at the end, with a note about a letter from 11 Republican members of Congress to the President about a proposed executive order.

Proposed, not executed, not signed, but proposed, which means that it is not in effect yet, nor has Google done anything to comply. But, having once been a Government Documents Reference Librarian, or, if I want to sound like I speak Klingon, since I once worked the Ref Desk at Gov Docs, I did a little searching to find all Executive Orders. I started at Thomas.gov, which is linked on the right, used a few of the links to find the Executive Branch site, then did a search on there to find out that the Executive Orders are on the White House's site.

Can you guess which one isn't there? Yeah, that's right.

Furthermore, because it is proposed, we, the people, can use our knowledge of the proposal to urge our president to not sign it. Funny thing, us having a democracy and all. All we have to do is, you know, participate in it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Eleven Eleven

Oh christ, I have no idea what to say.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Musings on a Tolerable Day

I am counting the days until one of my doctors is back in town, and then until I can get my massage. My upper back is incredibly cramped, and I've got to stop sleeping on my side. I'm going to attempt to take some sleeping medication, and then sleep on my back. If that doesn't work, I'll have to sleep on my front, or on the couch.

Stephanie won on Jeopardy again tonight, which is a surefire way to ensure that she doesn't win tomorrow, unless Jeopardy is preempted by the debate, which I probably won't watch. The only way that I can stand potentially awkward and/or painful information is to watch it with random strangers that I can occasionally talk to in order to avoid the things being said on the TV.

Getting the cat's teeth cleaned was potentially one of my best decisions this year, but it might rank lower than other decisions, which is a shame, since it really improved my kitty experience. He is playful and vocal; demanding and affectionate. I love it, but now I just have to remember that I can't keep spending money, because I already spent a lot on little kitty's teeth.

And racists, the whole lot of them, bloody racists.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sundays are for Football: Week Six

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Saturday, October 13, 2012

To Do

I am gaining weight
Take me off the stimulants
Take me off the drugs
There is nothing to do
But eat

Feel the salty, sweet, fatty, juicy goodness
It stimulates my senses
Lets me forget
The hate
The madness
My overwhelming weight
The silence of anonymity
Of reading popular things
Critically acclaimed, famous, adored things
And seeing all the flaws

I go for a walk
To the market
For what? To shop
To buy, to look, to talk
To eat

I can get on the train
Head to Chinatown
For what? To shop
To buy, to look, and probably not talk
To eat

What is there to do?
But consume
Food, drugs, goods
To talk, about what?
I've said so much
To make, to write, to build
But my back hurts, and my neck is stiff
More than that, no one cares
My own life feels cliche
Those who need to hear, won't.
Can't
They will sit, stand, and take me down
They will tell me, with legitimate concern
"You don't want to be in that part of town"

What to do today
Two walks
Cats soothed
An errand run
A show watched
What to do today
But eat?
Drown out the crushing boredom
It is too soon to sleep


Written while overlooking the Ashby Flea Market at this time. Afterwards, I went for a walk around, through parts of Oakland. Saw people settled in to sleep the night away, on the streets, waved to people, and had some little dogs excited to see me. I got back home, safe and sound, and feeling a little bit better.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Unhinged, October 12

I want to post something this week, before the Sunday Football post, but I have been a bit overwhelmed with work. Which leads me to the point of this post. The United States is going crazy right now, you may have noticed. A bunch of astrologers are saying "Mercury is in retrograde", which is less significant than the fact that 20+ years of conservative/reactionary propaganda have wrapped up a generation of people - mostly white men - in a frothing rage. At the same time, decades of acceptance, racial tolerance, and women acting like human beings, instead of brooding mares, have created a generation of people who can see the other group for who they are - who they always have been.

In short, the latter generation is on the move, having a good time, and being productive (when they're not trying to drown out the former generation with substance [ab]use). The former generation is getting older, smaller, and angrier. They're frothing at the mouth now, maybe they always have been. The problem is that the latter generation is getting wiser and wiser to them, and getting more and more clout with the mainstream, and is increasingly able to stand up to the former.

My perspective, of course, will always be skewed by the enormous amount of information that my brain holds, and can recall quickly. Having overcome my addiction, and survived a resetting brain injury, and all of the ramifications of the behavioral consequences, I can see the world in striking clarity - from 40,000 feet in the sky, to the bottom of the ocean, and all points in between. It creeps me out, but it also puts me at ease. Things catch me off guard, but few things truly surprise me. For instance, there was a person in my life that I considered a friend, but he turned on me, and now, he is trying to stoke my paranoia. Instead of succumb to this, dwell in my own rage, and even quit, I decided to use the tools provided, and am rising like a phoenix.

I hope the same can be true of my generation, raised on equality, honesty, and acceptance. We need to keep pushing forward, and maybe, that generation steeped in resentment, anger, and entitlement will wise up. Sadly, I think most of them will just die out, clinging fiercely onto their anger. A sad legacy for those born after such a joyous victory.

Oh, Shut Up Already

But, but, but,
I have all these reeeeeeasons why
I can't do that
It isn't that big of a deal
I'm laughing it off


Good gracious
If you're complaining
You have a problem
I will help you fix it
Get over your pride
Grow up, please

Oh, so you're just gonna do this this and this
You're gonna make sure you don't meet the definition
But you %&$#ing do
With every breath, you can't see how it manifests
Do you need a phd in gender studies to see the problem?
Do you have to be black to know racism?
How much evidence do you need to %&$#ing trust me?
I do not lie, I know what I know
And you are all @^*& monkeys, dancing on a string
%&$# you
%&$# you
%&$#


I went for a walk while at work, at this time, after calling people out on [Social Media], only to face people doubling down, and other frustrations. I started walking, but was going too fast, and my legs were hurting, so I decided to sit on some exercise things that were set up under a tree. There, I wrote that little poem.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Sundays are for Football: Week Five

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Saturday, October 6, 2012

Working Myself Up

I can totally see certain parts of the US unravel, especially as other parts of the US get better. I thought that I could be above it all, but now, it is getting to me. I've started to get worried, and I'm talking too much. I'm feeling the tension around me at work, and my own paranoia is being actively stoked by at least one person.

Things keep racing through my mind today, and every day, and I know exactly why. I feel a petulance coming on, and the only things that can stop it are mostly unavailable.

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sundays are for Football: Week Four

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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Welsh Cakes, Eat Them Up, Yum

Every scone, prior to being baked, wishes that it could be as good as Welsh Cakes.
It dreams and hopes of being light and delicious.
The dough wants to remain in a round, flat shape.
It longs to melt in your mouth, and fill your soul with joy.

But then it gets shoved in an oven to bake.
What once was becomes what never could be.
It bloats, it dries, and it is destroyed.
You must dip it in milk or coffee to add the moisture back, for it is now nothing but a scone.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Ode to That One Guy in Charge of That Team

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SunMondays are for Football: Week Three

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

My Offensive Reality: Roots of Problems and Lady Boys

On Friday morning, I walked around Berkeley and North Oakland while listening to a lot of Soul music. My walk took me to the UC Berkeley campus, and got there just in time to see all the students going to their 9am classes. I wanted to buy some CDs, but the record stores did not open until later, one at 11, and another at 10:30. Even Moe's did not open until 10am, so I went to a breakfast place that supports the no sit-lie proposition for Telegraph & other places in Berkeley. Personally, I wish we had better public mental health services and a more thriving economy to solve the persistent begger problem in Berkeley, but it seems easier to make it more illegal to be poor in America.

I went home and watched RuPaul's Drag Race, where a couple of episodes broached the question of people being legally forbidden to marry - not because they are too young, or deemed mentally incompetent, but because the other competent adult that they want to marry isn't of the opposite sex. Another episode went over the contestant's journeys in life, and the struggles they have had with acceptance from their families. The other parts of the shows were fabulous, with incredible costumes, makeup, singing, and dancing. One show asked the contestants to be rock 'n' roll singers, and sing RuPaul's own song called Lady Boy. The song is about the essence of being a Drag Queen, in my opinion. That of a man, who does not want to be a woman, but who enjoys dressing up, putting on makeup, wigs, and high heeled shoes to become completely fabulous, glamorous, and carefree. I know that everyone has difference preferences, but I don't understand people who would never want to experience that for themselves.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Gibbrish

In the course of getting my flapjacks, I ginned up a bunch of cartwheels. I will be the ruler of Cantalonia, and make all of the pants include the seals sold at auction for multiple sclerosis twins.

I will.

You're wrong, unless you're not, but I guess it's possible.

I also just made you read this, just like how you watched my DMV videos. ::maniacal laughter::

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Crashing Doesn't Happen Just Once

Did you know that, when you are sick, you can start getting healthier, and then go back into the sickness if you stop following the recommended course of medication or rest prescribed for you?

The same is true of an emotional, mental sickness. A crash can happen at one moment, but take days, week, or even years to overcome. I just hope that I can make it through the next two days before I am officially allowed to crash again on Friday.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Proper Behavior: I Haz It

From time to time, I get the urge to yell obscenities, either with my mouth, or in all caps. Nearly every single time, I restrain myself, and remain silent.

For instance, right now, I want to drop a major f-bomb on all of my Facebook friends, but I won't, because I am pretty sure that it would be considered rude.

I'm totes going to bed now.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Apropos of Nothing

Have you ever had an existential crisis, but was concerned that if you told anyone, they would just dismiss it, perhaps compare it to their own, and otherwise completely fail to realize what you're talking about?

I am having that right now, during every waking moment, so I decided to blog about it.

I feel a tiny bit better now. Goodnight.

Sundays are for Football: Week Two

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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sundays Are For Football: Week One

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Saturday, September 1, 2012

Whale Immersion Day

My neighbor had a "Blue Moon Party" last night, and I attended for a little while. We got to the topic of wearing all grey or all blue clothing, and for one guest, it brought up his memory of a great dream that he had. A friend of his was really into whales, and just a few nights after a conversation with this friend, he had a dream that there was a national holiday called Whale Immersion Day.


The basic premise of the day is to wear all grey or all blue, then to move and make sounds like a whale would. To do that, you move about slowly, as though you are swimming. And you communicate with other people with whale sounds, including clicks and high-pitched noises.

This idea really intrigued me, and I'd like to push for an actual holiday like this. February 16th is World Whale Day, which sounds like a good candidate for the new holiday. Let's all set our calendars for February 16th, to look and act like the whales.

Hmm, I hope he participates

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The Earth and Our Atmosphere

I started some hand-written notes back in January to understand and explain, in simple terms, how very thin our atmosphere is. During my recent flight from London to Chicago, I noticed that highest that the plane got was 40,000 feet, and the outside temperature at that altitude hovered around negative 50 degrees on either scale. If we were not in a sealed tube, we wouldn't be able to really breathe, and we'd freeze to death. At one point, during the flight, while standing near the lavatories, with my blanket around my shoulders, I chatted with a couple of people waiting with me, and when they remarked on how cold the plane was, I told them that with the temperature outside being so low, I was surprised that they could keep us as warm as it was.

My notes included measurements of the earth's radius from a few sources, and identified things like the radius to sea level at the poles vs the equator, and found a rough average of about 3,900 miles. I had written that this translated to about 20,900,000 feet, but I rounded it down to 20 million, so I could do the math by hand more easily. 40 thousand over 20 million is 1/500.

So, in the spirit of the accurate depictions of how far our planet is from the sun, and from other planets, I want to give you the same kind of visual for our atmosphere, in relation to the size of our planet. 'A' below represents the air between my plane (which includes all of the clouds and weather), and 'G' represents the same amount of ground below sea level until the center of the earth - not even the other side of the planet. You should also note that I rounded the radius of the earth down to get my numbers, so a more accurate depiction would include more 'G's.

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And thank you for scrolling through all of that. I left some of the number markers in there to help you, in case you wanted to count. I hope that you can get the point, because I'm not going to say anything more about it, just that I'm not $#%@ing kidding, not about this.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Returns

Democracy requires an informed citizenry, so be informed: Greenhouse Gas Emissions from Large Facilities.