Note: Yep. This was a good, yet overly ambitious idea. It got me through those first shocked and sad days, but I found that it became pretty daunting pretty quickly. Not that good things aren't happening every day - of course they are. But I'd much rather just write up a post when something strikes me fancy than struggle to come up with something short and pithy for any particular day. So I'm letting this one go. Back to your regularly scheduled blogging.
In order not to dwell in the land of despair, constantly berating what is and rehashing what-might-have-been, I've decided to attempt to find and highlight one positive thing each day until the next election. It might be something that gives me hope or makes me laugh, it could be local, national, or international... heck, maybe even intergalactic (a lot could happen in four years!). You'll find them over on the left under the heading "Today's Good Thing". I might not be able to post every day, but I will gather 'em up and batch post when I need to. When new ones go up, the old ones will get copied here as a reminder of where we've been and hopefully how far we've come. I've started today; yesterday was best left for mourning.
Nov 29, 2004: The Supreme Court declined to hear an appeal aimed at overturning the Massachusetts gay marriage law. A victory in the larger war for equal rights, to be sure.
Nov 28, 2004: Happy Birthday, Jon Stewart!
Nov 27, 2004: How weird that having four kids around is often easier than just having my two?
Nov 26, 2004: A fun night out with the girlfriends tonight. Need more of this, more community, more friendships with history and good face-to-face fun.
Nov 25, 2004: Despite having less to be thankful for than I'd hoped, I have a LOT to be thankful for... I'm blessed to have a wonderful life, an amazing family, and fantastic friends. Happy Thanksgiving y'all.
Nov 24, 2004: High-speed wireless connection from my massage space + great massage + meeting William at Blue C Sushi for lunch = Yay!
Nov 23, 2004: Finally got back in for some massage work on my knee. I love receiving massage, even the kind that's more "good for me" than "feels good". Would very much love to receive massage for a living. Any takers? Bueller? Anyone?
Nov 22, 2004: *sniffle* Apologies Accepted.
Nov 21, 2004: Stephen arrived home from SF bearing chocolate! And Incredibles t-shirts!
Nov 20, 2004: After watching the amazingly meta Adaptation, William and talked about writing and shared our most embarrassing childhood memories. Good times!
Nov 19, 2004: Hung out at a cafe with wireless access whilst Sophie enjoyed her dance class down the block. What is it about caffeine and the internet together that is so satisfying?
Nov 18, 2004: A great night out, watching David Wilcox with my sweetie at The Triple Door - a gorgeous venue that used to be a vaudeville/movie house and then a parking garage. Newly restored, it's now a very cool dinner theatre.
Nov 17, 2004: Happy Birthday, Howard Dean! Yeeeeaaagh!
Nov 16, 2004: Rufus Wainwright's new CD, Want Two was released today. Yay! And it has an explicit lyric warning sticker on it... buying it made me feel all young and subversive again.
Nov 15, 2004: As is often the case, Boondocks hits it exactly.
Nov 14, 2004: Nathan ate 5 green beans and declared he liked them 79%. (Sophie already likes them 100%... she's an early adopter.)
Nov 13, 2004: Received this today from a friend: Depressed Democrats Guide to Recovery. Fiore's stuff is wonderful.
Nov 12, 2004: The feature article of this week's Stranger, The Urban Archipelago, makes a great case for the value of creating a new progressive urban identity politics. Interesting stuff, and some good ideas for moving forward.
Nov 11, 2004: Good clean fun. Well, actually not clean at all. But GOOD. Tired of hearing how religion should dictate legislation? Take a listen:Keep Your Jesus Off My Penis
Nov 10, 2004: We received chocolate in the mail today from my wonderful friend Adele in England. The note attached made me all verklempt:
"Because we want you to know we know it's not your fault, and because there are the days when you need the security of knowing you have Dementor antidote to hand."
Nov 9, 2004: Ashcroft is GONE. There's nothing but happy dancing to be done about that one, even though the next appointee could be worse.
Nov 8, 2004:Sorry, Everybody It's a touching postcard to the world, with some lovely responses.
Nov 7, 2004: I saw the northern lights tonight, first time ever. Eerie and beautiful, and a reminder that there is wonder in the world that can't be hijacked by ANYONE.
Nov 6, 2004: More maps... for those of us tired of seeing so much unrelenting red, take a look at these cartograms. When the electoral map is adjusted for population, you see a more accurate representation of how evenly divided we are.
Nov 5, 2004: It amazes me how MUCH I want this map to be true. Gives me a wistful little giggle.
Nov 4, 2004: We're raising 'em right... if the young 'uns had decided the election, we'd be much bluer and much less blue. They did us proud, and they give me great hope for the future.
Thursday, November 04, 2004
Truly Blue
So the abyss? Yeah, Jaws. Not, I repeat, NOT safe to go back in the water. Atlantis will have to wait, perhaps a very long time.
Here we are. There was a day after the election after all. A dark and depressing one, mind you, but a day. Only 1460 or so more until we get another chance at this. That's not so bad, right?
On Tuesday, I stood on a pedestrian overpass with an activist friend, holding a Kerry/Edwards sign, waving to cars driving under. Ah, we were so young and optimistic then. It seems quaint now (only two days later? really?), that we actually believed that we were one country, ready for change; that though we might not share the same backgrounds or opinions with our red-state brethren, we still could agree on some basics: that we deserve honest leadership, that jobs and health care should be there for all of our citizens, that safety and security are important, but so are civil liberties.
Instead, it turns out that the fear of dudes kissing trumps it all (ah Jon Stewart you are a such a light in this darkness). Sure that's an overly simplistic analysis, I know, I know. But guess what? Simple is what 51% of voters want... hell, it's what they are, and happy to be so.
So back to Tuesday (if only!). The two of us with our signs saw a lot of people honking horns and giving us thumbs up in support of our effort. Of course, we also got flipped off a fair number of times (yep, there are conservatives even in godless blue Seattle). The first time it happened, my anger surged and without thinking I gave it right back to them. HA! TAKE THAT! But then I realized that confronting them in that oh-so-civilized way certainly wasn't going to change their minds or make me feel any better.
So I changed strategies. Next time the bird came my way, I simply smiled and kept waving, or if I had time, flipped 'em a sign of the two-fingered variety. Peace, man. I like to think that they interpreted it one of two ways: either they thought I didn't see they were disagreeing with me, or they realized I had indeed seen them but that it didn't bother me in the slightest. Either way, it had to be a wee bit frustrating for them. I hope. And it made me feel better, knowing I was taking the high road, not engaging in a struggle that was pointless and unwinnable.
Pointless and unwinnable. I GET it now, viscerally, in a way that I never did before. Simply put: reason, logic and sanity cannot compete against blind ignorant faith. There are a lot of people out there who believe Jesus and his right-hand man Bush will take care of them (though neither one is doing a very good job for them on the economic front). They believe that I am a bad person who is going to hell for thinking a woman should have reproductive choice or that family values apply to ALL families, including those comprised of two dudes. They live in an alternate reality where it is morally-acceptable to kill 100,000 people in order to "lead them out of the Islamo-fascist darkness", where they think they're safer with a leader who has isolated us from the rest of the world and made us more hated than ever.
There is no compromise possible, no center here, and I will fight as hard as I can to keep the Democratic party from quixotically moving further to the right in a mistaken attempt to get more votes in the so-called heartland. Trying to appeal to these people is the mistake we've been making election cycle after election cycle with the same results. Honestly I don't think we could get their votes if we gave them all guns and let them declare open season on the lesbians and abortion providers. And I for one will not spend one more moment of my time arguing with them. There is no point to it.
This morning I hear that the administration now thinks it has a mandate for its policies. I love this. 51% used to mean "got it by the skin of my teeth" and now it's a mandate. And so it begins. Mourn and grieve, and then start working to gather your power, y'all. The next four years aren't going to be pretty.
Here we are. There was a day after the election after all. A dark and depressing one, mind you, but a day. Only 1460 or so more until we get another chance at this. That's not so bad, right?
On Tuesday, I stood on a pedestrian overpass with an activist friend, holding a Kerry/Edwards sign, waving to cars driving under. Ah, we were so young and optimistic then. It seems quaint now (only two days later? really?), that we actually believed that we were one country, ready for change; that though we might not share the same backgrounds or opinions with our red-state brethren, we still could agree on some basics: that we deserve honest leadership, that jobs and health care should be there for all of our citizens, that safety and security are important, but so are civil liberties.
Instead, it turns out that the fear of dudes kissing trumps it all (ah Jon Stewart you are a such a light in this darkness). Sure that's an overly simplistic analysis, I know, I know. But guess what? Simple is what 51% of voters want... hell, it's what they are, and happy to be so.
So back to Tuesday (if only!). The two of us with our signs saw a lot of people honking horns and giving us thumbs up in support of our effort. Of course, we also got flipped off a fair number of times (yep, there are conservatives even in godless blue Seattle). The first time it happened, my anger surged and without thinking I gave it right back to them. HA! TAKE THAT! But then I realized that confronting them in that oh-so-civilized way certainly wasn't going to change their minds or make me feel any better.
So I changed strategies. Next time the bird came my way, I simply smiled and kept waving, or if I had time, flipped 'em a sign of the two-fingered variety. Peace, man. I like to think that they interpreted it one of two ways: either they thought I didn't see they were disagreeing with me, or they realized I had indeed seen them but that it didn't bother me in the slightest. Either way, it had to be a wee bit frustrating for them. I hope. And it made me feel better, knowing I was taking the high road, not engaging in a struggle that was pointless and unwinnable.
Pointless and unwinnable. I GET it now, viscerally, in a way that I never did before. Simply put: reason, logic and sanity cannot compete against blind ignorant faith. There are a lot of people out there who believe Jesus and his right-hand man Bush will take care of them (though neither one is doing a very good job for them on the economic front). They believe that I am a bad person who is going to hell for thinking a woman should have reproductive choice or that family values apply to ALL families, including those comprised of two dudes. They live in an alternate reality where it is morally-acceptable to kill 100,000 people in order to "lead them out of the Islamo-fascist darkness", where they think they're safer with a leader who has isolated us from the rest of the world and made us more hated than ever.
There is no compromise possible, no center here, and I will fight as hard as I can to keep the Democratic party from quixotically moving further to the right in a mistaken attempt to get more votes in the so-called heartland. Trying to appeal to these people is the mistake we've been making election cycle after election cycle with the same results. Honestly I don't think we could get their votes if we gave them all guns and let them declare open season on the lesbians and abortion providers. And I for one will not spend one more moment of my time arguing with them. There is no point to it.
This morning I hear that the administration now thinks it has a mandate for its policies. I love this. 51% used to mean "got it by the skin of my teeth" and now it's a mandate. And so it begins. Mourn and grieve, and then start working to gather your power, y'all. The next four years aren't going to be pretty.
Monday, November 01, 2004
Fragile
I love my country
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our foremothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water
So that we could stand here
And behold breathlessly the sight
How a raging river of tears
Cut a grand canyon of light
--Ani
I was reading the paper on the way to work this morning and when I got to the last page of the Local section, I was dumbfounded. There, posted just as it would be any other day, was the weather forecast for the rest of the week. Right there, the prediction that Wednesday would have "Some sun, a chance of showers. High 53, Low 40."
As if the world will be the same place after Tuesday, November 2 that it was before. As if the sun will rise and set, fronts will move through and sun breaks will occur. As if the world will just continue to turn regardless of the outcome of the election.
Now, unlike those folks who will go to polls and pull the lever forVoldemort Bush, I am a proud member of the reality-based community. I know, really I do, not only that Iraq had no WMD and wasn't behind 9/11, but also that the world won't end... well, not right away at least... after Tuesday. Heck, the election itself might not even be over on Wednesday morning. But for me, anything past tomorrow is a fog of grey, not unlike the morning weather in my fair city on any given day. It's looking over the edge into the abyss, not knowing whether I'll see Atlantis or Jaws.
I feel breakable today. It won't take much to push me over the edge into weeping, or laughing hysterically. I had intended to take a break from election coverage and polling, yet I find myself hitting reload on the news sites, seeking out discussions with like-minded individuals hoping, as did Mt. St. Helens, to rumble a lot and let off steam to avoid the big explosion.
I'm pathologically, perhaps, optimistic about Kerry's chances... I have to be. We've done what we can to educate and motivate our fellow Americans. Tomorrow, like many, I'll volunteer to make calls, drive people to the polls, knock on doors... whatever it takes to GOTV. But today, trying to get some work done while I obsess on this country's future, I will continue to visualize winning. Join me. And tomorrow we VOTE. And then we wait.
By which I mean
I am indebted joyfully
To all the people throughout its history
Who have fought the government to make right
Where so many cunning sons and daughters
Our foremothers and forefathers
Came singing through slaughter
Came through hell and high water
So that we could stand here
And behold breathlessly the sight
How a raging river of tears
Cut a grand canyon of light
--Ani
I was reading the paper on the way to work this morning and when I got to the last page of the Local section, I was dumbfounded. There, posted just as it would be any other day, was the weather forecast for the rest of the week. Right there, the prediction that Wednesday would have "Some sun, a chance of showers. High 53, Low 40."
As if the world will be the same place after Tuesday, November 2 that it was before. As if the sun will rise and set, fronts will move through and sun breaks will occur. As if the world will just continue to turn regardless of the outcome of the election.
Now, unlike those folks who will go to polls and pull the lever for
I feel breakable today. It won't take much to push me over the edge into weeping, or laughing hysterically. I had intended to take a break from election coverage and polling, yet I find myself hitting reload on the news sites, seeking out discussions with like-minded individuals hoping, as did Mt. St. Helens, to rumble a lot and let off steam to avoid the big explosion.
I'm pathologically, perhaps, optimistic about Kerry's chances... I have to be. We've done what we can to educate and motivate our fellow Americans. Tomorrow, like many, I'll volunteer to make calls, drive people to the polls, knock on doors... whatever it takes to GOTV. But today, trying to get some work done while I obsess on this country's future, I will continue to visualize winning. Join me. And tomorrow we VOTE. And then we wait.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Which one of these does not belong?
When I asked Kerry what it would take for Americans to feel safe again, he displayed a much less apocalyptic worldview. ''We have to get back to the place we were, where terrorists are not the focus of our lives, but they're a nuisance,'' Kerry said. ''As a former law-enforcement person, I know we're never going to end prostitution. We're never going to end illegal gambling. But we're going to reduce it, organized crime, to a level where it isn't on the rise. It isn't threatening people's lives every day, and fundamentally, it's something that you continue to fight, but it's not threatening the fabric of your life.''
--John Kerry in a New York Times Magazine article, by Matt Bai, October 10, 2004
"Can we win the war on terrorism? Yes, I think we can, in the sense that we can win the war on organized crime. There is going to be no peace treaty on the battleship Missouri in the war on terrorism, but we can break its back so that it is only a horrible nuisance and not a paralyzing influence on our societies."
--General Brent Scowcroft, Bush 41 National Security Advisor and Bush 43 appointee to the Forum for International Security at the "9/11 a Year On" conference, Sept. 2002
"Now, just this weekend, Senator Kerry talked of reducing terrorism to 'nuisance,' and compared it to prostitution and illegal gambling. I couldn't disagree more. Our goal is not to reduce terror to some acceptable level of nuisance. Our goal is to defeat terror by staying on the offensive, destroying terrorist networks and spreading freedom and liberty around the world."
--George Bush, October 12, 2004
--John Kerry in a New York Times Magazine article, by Matt Bai, October 10, 2004
"Can we win the war on terrorism? Yes, I think we can, in the sense that we can win the war on organized crime. There is going to be no peace treaty on the battleship Missouri in the war on terrorism, but we can break its back so that it is only a horrible nuisance and not a paralyzing influence on our societies."
--General Brent Scowcroft, Bush 41 National Security Advisor and Bush 43 appointee to the Forum for International Security at the "9/11 a Year On" conference, Sept. 2002
"Now, just this weekend, Senator Kerry talked of reducing terrorism to 'nuisance,' and compared it to prostitution and illegal gambling. I couldn't disagree more. Our goal is not to reduce terror to some acceptable level of nuisance. Our goal is to defeat terror by staying on the offensive, destroying terrorist networks and spreading freedom and liberty around the world."
--George Bush, October 12, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Listen to Dick
It's not fair, really, to throw out facts in a debate that aren't accurate. So Dick Cheney advised us in the VP debate tonight - and darnitall, I AGREE with him on this one - to go visit FactCheck.Com to get the real story.
Go! Now! Get the facts. Dick wouldn't lie, would he?
(NB: I'm pretty sure Cheney meant FactCheck.org. So give the VP the benefit of the doubt and check that one out too, while you're at it. )
Go! Now! Get the facts. Dick wouldn't lie, would he?
(NB: I'm pretty sure Cheney meant FactCheck.org. So give the VP the benefit of the doubt and check that one out too, while you're at it. )
Saturday, October 02, 2004
Adios, Edgar
Oh good lord. Thankfully we were at the ballpark last night instead of tonight. I was teary enough as it was yesterday with Ichiro's achievement and it being the last game we'll see this season. But tonight was Edgar Martinez' retirement ceremony and I would have been sobbing, utterly sobbing, as the city said goodbye to the best designated hitter in the history of baseball. He spent his whole career - 18 years - in Seattle, and he deserves every bit of the love that is lavished on him. I'm not sure what we'll do without him.
No big fan of the designated hitter in baseball, still I'm thrilled that the Designated Hitter of the Year award will now be known as the Edgar Martinez Award. And I hope he makes it into the Hall of Fame. If he doesn't, it would be a great injustice to the man and the game.
This tells me two things:
1) I'm starting to become a bona fide Mariners fan. Not that it diminishes my love for the Tigers, and it never could (!), but I'm no longer just rooting for them because I happen to live here.
2) I probably need some kind of psychiatric help.
No big fan of the designated hitter in baseball, still I'm thrilled that the Designated Hitter of the Year award will now be known as the Edgar Martinez Award. And I hope he makes it into the Hall of Fame. If he doesn't, it would be a great injustice to the man and the game.
This tells me two things:
1) I'm starting to become a bona fide Mariners fan. Not that it diminishes my love for the Tigers, and it never could (!), but I'm no longer just rooting for them because I happen to live here.
2) I probably need some kind of psychiatric help.
Friday, October 01, 2004
A Day to Remember
Mt. St. Helens vented some steam and ash this morning, after a week of unrest. The seismic activity settled down for several hours, but the earthquakes have started again, increasing in magnitude much quicker than they did last week. It doesn't sound like we've heard the last of her. I was working from home with Sophie so she and I got to see the footage of it live after getting a phone call from my mom... "Um... how close are you to Mt. St. Helens?"
Sophie's excited comment: "It's erufting!"
***
Ichiro Suzuki got hit number 258, breaking the 84-year-old record set by George Sisler (a fellow Michigan alumnus, and the player once called by Ty Cobb "the nearest thing to a perfect ballplayer." Of course, Ty never saw Ichiro play.). And we were there for the excitement! I bought the tickets for this game back in March and though I would love to say it was with fantastic prescience, in truth I did so not knowing how significant the night would be.
It was amazing; the stadium was full (probably the first time we'd seen anywhere near a capacity crowd all year) and the fans were hungry for it, cheering Ichiro the moment he was announced, chanting his name when he approached the plate. He didn't make us wait, tying the record on his first at-bat, breaking it on the second. Of course, the game came to a full stop while the fireworks went off, the crowd went wild, and his teammates came out to congratulate him. Five members of Sisler's family were there including his daughter and grandson; Ichiro went over to them and received their congratulations, then tipped his hat to a crowd that hadn't stopped standing or cheering the whole time.
No player deserves it more, no player is more focused and dedicated to the game and his team than Ichiro. He's got all that talent - hitting, fielding, throwing, running - and none of the attitude that often accompanies it. I'm SO glad he broke the record it in front of the home-town crowd that adores him. The Mariners won, to boot, beating the Texas Rangers 8-3. It was a magical, wonderful night that took a lot of the sting out of a miserable season.
Sophie's excited comment: "It's erufting!"
***
Ichiro Suzuki got hit number 258, breaking the 84-year-old record set by George Sisler (a fellow Michigan alumnus, and the player once called by Ty Cobb "the nearest thing to a perfect ballplayer." Of course, Ty never saw Ichiro play.). And we were there for the excitement! I bought the tickets for this game back in March and though I would love to say it was with fantastic prescience, in truth I did so not knowing how significant the night would be.
It was amazing; the stadium was full (probably the first time we'd seen anywhere near a capacity crowd all year) and the fans were hungry for it, cheering Ichiro the moment he was announced, chanting his name when he approached the plate. He didn't make us wait, tying the record on his first at-bat, breaking it on the second. Of course, the game came to a full stop while the fireworks went off, the crowd went wild, and his teammates came out to congratulate him. Five members of Sisler's family were there including his daughter and grandson; Ichiro went over to them and received their congratulations, then tipped his hat to a crowd that hadn't stopped standing or cheering the whole time.
No player deserves it more, no player is more focused and dedicated to the game and his team than Ichiro. He's got all that talent - hitting, fielding, throwing, running - and none of the attitude that often accompanies it. I'm SO glad he broke the record it in front of the home-town crowd that adores him. The Mariners won, to boot, beating the Texas Rangers 8-3. It was a magical, wonderful night that took a lot of the sting out of a miserable season.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
For The Record
It is true that I recently - less than two weeks ago - made my first trip to Mt. St. Helens. It was on a whim, actually... the kids and I went with our friend Sandy and her kids to the Columbia River Gorge to see some waterfalls, leaving the husbands at home to do their thing, however they defined it (for Stephen, it was working to remove stuff from the backyard in preparation for some landscaping work we're doing). We decided that on our way home we'd stop off at Mt. St. Helens for a brief visit; Sandy had been before but I hadn't yet made the trip.
The drive itself was really amazing both for the incredible vertigo-inducing vistas and for being able to see signs of both the devastation that occurred when the mountain erupted in 1980 and of the recovery that the mountain has made since. The kids were pretty geeked that they were on a real live volcano, keeping their eyes out for "hot lava" when they weren't whining about being in the car or asking for candy.
It was partly-sunny at the base, but by the time we got further up it became clear that we weren't going to be able to see much (read: anything) of the crater. We stopped at Silver Lake, the first visitor's center (there are three), and then continued on to Coldwater Ridge where we had some lunch (Volcano Dogs all 'round), peered out through the clouds and mist (Sandy pointed me in the direction and I took her word for it that the mountain was there), and then left for home after deciding that continuing to the Johnston Ridge Observatory would be pretty pointless.
Imagine my surprise last week when St. Helens started rumbling again, beginning with frequent small earthakes just a few days after our visit. As of yesterday, the alert level for possible eruption moved to a level 2 (I think that equals taupe when cross-referenced with the terrorism alert color chart... though it might be eggshell, I always get those confused). Scientists are predicting an eruption, possibly as early as this week, though right now it looks like it will small-to-moderate, not like the killer blast of 25 years ago. Hiking trails have been closed but, as yet, the mountain is still open.
So yes. I was on Mt. St. Helens a mere 4 days before it reawakened, I'll admit it (though due to the weather, no photographic evidence of this exists). I may have wondered - aloud even, and with some gleeful anticipation (because, really, it is pretty cool to live so close to an active volcano) - when it would erupt again. However, I'd like to take this opportunity to quash any rumours that I had anything at all to do with the current seismic unrest. I'd also like to state that my kids were in view at all times, and consequently I can vouch for their innocence in this matter.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
The drive itself was really amazing both for the incredible vertigo-inducing vistas and for being able to see signs of both the devastation that occurred when the mountain erupted in 1980 and of the recovery that the mountain has made since. The kids were pretty geeked that they were on a real live volcano, keeping their eyes out for "hot lava" when they weren't whining about being in the car or asking for candy.
It was partly-sunny at the base, but by the time we got further up it became clear that we weren't going to be able to see much (read: anything) of the crater. We stopped at Silver Lake, the first visitor's center (there are three), and then continued on to Coldwater Ridge where we had some lunch (Volcano Dogs all 'round), peered out through the clouds and mist (Sandy pointed me in the direction and I took her word for it that the mountain was there), and then left for home after deciding that continuing to the Johnston Ridge Observatory would be pretty pointless.
Imagine my surprise last week when St. Helens started rumbling again, beginning with frequent small earthakes just a few days after our visit. As of yesterday, the alert level for possible eruption moved to a level 2 (I think that equals taupe when cross-referenced with the terrorism alert color chart... though it might be eggshell, I always get those confused). Scientists are predicting an eruption, possibly as early as this week, though right now it looks like it will small-to-moderate, not like the killer blast of 25 years ago. Hiking trails have been closed but, as yet, the mountain is still open.
So yes. I was on Mt. St. Helens a mere 4 days before it reawakened, I'll admit it (though due to the weather, no photographic evidence of this exists). I may have wondered - aloud even, and with some gleeful anticipation (because, really, it is pretty cool to live so close to an active volcano) - when it would erupt again. However, I'd like to take this opportunity to quash any rumours that I had anything at all to do with the current seismic unrest. I'd also like to state that my kids were in view at all times, and consequently I can vouch for their innocence in this matter.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
Monday, September 27, 2004
Early
Note to Self: When starting a new routine, pay *enough* attention that you actually get on the correct bus.
Note to Universe: Thanks for making the bus I got onto one that let me off relatively close to the office (instead of, say, Renton) and that actually got me to work much earlier than I would have gotten there otherwise. Thanks too for the lovely swirling mist that gave way to perfectly clear sky and a nice view of Venus.
Note to Universe: Thanks for making the bus I got onto one that let me off relatively close to the office (instead of, say, Renton) and that actually got me to work much earlier than I would have gotten there otherwise. Thanks too for the lovely swirling mist that gave way to perfectly clear sky and a nice view of Venus.
Friday, September 24, 2004
Time Capsule
Wednesday, September 24, 1969
Detroit Tigers:
Lost a double-header to the Washington Senators, 8-4 and 7-4. Denny McClain and Mickey Lolich were the losing pitchers. The Tigers went on to finish with a 90-72 record, 2nd in the AL East behind the Baltimore Orioles. The Orioles went on to lose the World Series to the New York Mets, 4 games to 1.
Top News Headlines:
1st Elvis convention, 2500 fans attend in Cincinnati
NY Mets clinch NL East pennant
Trial of "Chicago 8" (protesters at Dem Natl Conv) begins
US President - Richard M. Nixon
US Vice-President - Spiro T. Agnew
Academy Award Winners - 1969
Best Picture: Midnight Cowboy, Directed By John Schlesinger
Best Actor: John Wayne in True Grit
Best Actress: Maggie Smith in The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie
Top Songs for 1969
Everyday People by Sly & the Family Stone
In the Year 2525 by Zager & Evans
Honky Tonk Women by Rolling Stones
Wedding Bell Blues by Fifth Dimension
Get Back by Beatles (with Billy Preston)
Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In by Fifth Dimension
I Can't Get Next to You by Temptations
Sugar, Sugar by Archies
Dizzy by Tommy Roe
Crimson & Clover by Tommy James & the Shondells
1969 Prices
Bread: $0.23/loaf
Milk: $1.26/gal
Eggs: $1.14/doz
Car: $3,400
Gas: $0.35/gal
House: $27,900
Stamp: $0.06/ea
Avg Income: $10,577/yr
Min Wage: $1.60/hr
DOW Avg: 800
People born on September 24
1896 - F Scott Fitzgerald St Paul Minn, author (Great Gatsby)
1936 - Jim Henson Greenville Miss, muppeteer (Sesame Street, Muppet Show)
1946 - "Mean" Joe Greene NFL tackle (Pitts Steelers), Coke spokesman
1948 - Phil Hartman, Brantford Ontario, actor (SNL, Peewee's Playhouse)
On TV in 1969
I Dream of Jeannie
Hee Haw
Gunsmoke
Bonanza
The Mod Squad
Green Acres
Hawaii Five-O
Bewitched
The Carol Burnett Show
Hot New Toys in 1969
Silly String
Weebles
Easy-Bake Premier Oven
Nerf Ball
Toss Across
Barrel of Monkeys
Top Books in 1969
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
The High King by Lloyd Alexander
Detroit Tigers:
Lost a double-header to the Washington Senators, 8-4 and 7-4. Denny McClain and Mickey Lolich were the losing pitchers. The Tigers went on to finish with a 90-72 record, 2nd in the AL East behind the Baltimore Orioles. The Orioles went on to lose the World Series to the New York Mets, 4 games to 1.
Top News Headlines:
1st Elvis convention, 2500 fans attend in Cincinnati
NY Mets clinch NL East pennant
Trial of "Chicago 8" (protesters at Dem Natl Conv) begins
US President - Richard M. Nixon
US Vice-President - Spiro T. Agnew
Academy Award Winners - 1969
Best Picture: Midnight Cowboy, Directed By John Schlesinger
Best Actor: John Wayne in True Grit
Best Actress: Maggie Smith in The Prime Of Miss Jean Brodie
Top Songs for 1969
Everyday People by Sly & the Family Stone
In the Year 2525 by Zager & Evans
Honky Tonk Women by Rolling Stones
Wedding Bell Blues by Fifth Dimension
Get Back by Beatles (with Billy Preston)
Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In by Fifth Dimension
I Can't Get Next to You by Temptations
Sugar, Sugar by Archies
Dizzy by Tommy Roe
Crimson & Clover by Tommy James & the Shondells
1969 Prices
Bread: $0.23/loaf
Milk: $1.26/gal
Eggs: $1.14/doz
Car: $3,400
Gas: $0.35/gal
House: $27,900
Stamp: $0.06/ea
Avg Income: $10,577/yr
Min Wage: $1.60/hr
DOW Avg: 800
People born on September 24
1896 - F Scott Fitzgerald St Paul Minn, author (Great Gatsby)
1936 - Jim Henson Greenville Miss, muppeteer (Sesame Street, Muppet Show)
1946 - "Mean" Joe Greene NFL tackle (Pitts Steelers), Coke spokesman
1948 - Phil Hartman, Brantford Ontario, actor (SNL, Peewee's Playhouse)
On TV in 1969
I Dream of Jeannie
Hee Haw
Gunsmoke
Bonanza
The Mod Squad
Green Acres
Hawaii Five-O
Bewitched
The Carol Burnett Show
Hot New Toys in 1969
Silly String
Weebles
Easy-Bake Premier Oven
Nerf Ball
Toss Across
Barrel of Monkeys
Top Books in 1969
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
The High King by Lloyd Alexander
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