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Thank GAWD

I have goosebumps from thrill, excitement and joy.  I cannot wait for some semblance of balance to be restored.  My friend Jill and I took our collective kids to see Obama speak in October and one point he made has stuck with me. almost daily, ever since:

“We [members of Congress] shouldn’t have better health care than you; you’re paying our salaries!”

A-fucking-men.  How about a little bit of justice over here, Mr. Man?

So now, we’ll be waiting right over here for the election promises to come to fruition.  Congratulations, Obama — you’ve got some work ahead of you!  :)

Wow, part duex.

And now… the Phillies are World Series winners…

COULD THIS NIGHT GET ANY BETTER?!

ETA:  We are so there, http://cbs3.com/topstories/World.Series.Rally.2.852078.html.

Wow.

Obama change!

A presidential nominee just made me…  cry?  Odd.

I just love that Obama and his team took the time to produce a clear, concise, informative piece about what he will do as president, instead of pushing out desperate, sleazy and false 30-second attack pieces against his opponent.  It’s precisely why I love the Obama ticket — they are so above the bullshit.  They’re authentic, steady, intent and factual.  Six days before election, I find it thrilling that our future president is focused on, oh… THE JOB OF BEING PRESIDENT.

Tonight’s thoughtful and inspiring 30-minute commercial only further underlines McCain as an unhinged, loose-tempered brat.  Thank you Obama, for investing in the assurance that voters will hear and understand your policies and goals, rather than wasting your time and resources playing McCain’s tired games.

Six! More! Days!

And Brownie was his name-o!

We helped save this little guy from being euthanized at the Humane Society of Ohio Valley.  They are so overwhelmed with dogs at their facility, that perfectly sweet, gentle and friendly dogs are often put down simply due to lack of space.

“Brownie” had been at the shelter for over three months — a long time for a nonprofit shelter to board a dog — and so was scheduled for euthanasia.  Someone recognized his even temper and friendliness, snapped a photo and sent an email. Eventually, the forwarded forwarded forward email got to me.  I sent it to Jase and the next thing you know, we were on the phone with a local rescue agency, Almost Home Dog Rescue.  The volunteers in Ohio were able to get him off “death row” in the nick of time!

He came to us via a chain of volunteer drivers across several interstate highways, arriving at our house last Saturday night.  I can’t think of a better word to describe him than sweet.  He is great with dogs and kids, and is getting used to our cats.  I think he must have been some type of hunting dog, because he keeps cornering our cats and “pointing” us to them, paw up, tail straight out, waiting for us to come get them.  He’s obviously trained to simply flush small game out of brush, and not kill because he’s never actually tried to *get* the cats, just chase them and then intimidate the shit out them by staring and staying veeeeery still.  Oh, except for CLARE of course.  Because she’s a fucking moron.  The first night Brownie was here, he actually tried to PUT HER HEAD IN HIS MOUTH and give her to us.  I suppose she resembled more of a dead animal than one that needed to be “flushed out,” given that she didn’t move and inch when he went at her.  She just laid there and meowed as only she can MEOW.

And here is Bluex being annoyed as only she can be ANNOYED:

Bluex ignores Brownie

Brownie hunts Bluex

Anyway, we’re in the process of breaking him of this habit.  We’re not exactly sure what to do other than let him get scratched by the cats and tell him “no” when he gets fixated on them.  Advice always welcome :)

Back again

I’m back from our annual camping trip in Rhode Island.  My family has been making this trek to Fishermen’s State Park for nearly three decades, almost my entire life.  Since Avery’s birth, he’s never missed a trip; his first was at four moths old.  We have very, very few traditions in my family, and I’m pretty sure that this has been the longest surviving.  Well, this one and drunkenness.

2008 07 camping in RI: fire

Although I did take a daily photo each day I was away, I took noticeably fewer photographs overall, compared to last year.  An obvious reason for this is simply the bulkiness of carrying a digital SLR and assorted lenses.  Not to mention the fact that, while traipsing around the public beaches and parks, it’s generally a good idea to keep your valuables on the d/l. I think we’ll be adding a more portable digital camera to the family wish list soon.

Also though, I think the fewer photos is due to reading Ansel Adam’s autobiography for the past several weeks, finishing it up on the trip.  All his talk about straight photography and the art of composure and understanding camera functions totally subdued my trigger finger.  Not a bad thing at all, as my desire to be authentic, simplistic and deliberate in all areas of my life should include the act of making a photograph.  Reading the book and being on this trip, surrounded by so much natural beauty, made me realize that I’ve never gone out with the sole mission of composing a photo; it’s always been a secondary objective.  “Let’s go for a walk — oh, I’ll bring my camera!”  I definitly want to make a day trip soon, with my usual missions reversed:  A primary mission of taking a fabulous photograph, and the secondary mission being reading, snacking and napping under a tree by the water.  Had the camping trip not been of the family variety, meaning had I had more alone time, I reckon I would have accomplished this already.  But I was far too (happily) distracted by the joys and action of family time to, ahem, focus on photos.

2008 07 camping in RI: tide

Once again this year, we made sure to patron several local farmers’ markets and the natural food co-op.  A few nights before we left for our trip, Jason and I were hanging out with a friend of ours who is a chef.  He love fresh, natural ingredients and gave us some tips on how to make a meal over the campfire. A meal consisting of more than beans in a can, I mean. Our first campfire meal included bluefish (caught by Jason, his mom and friends, June and Lynn, earlier that day), steamed beans and carrots (from the farmers’ market), roasted corn (from the farmers’ market) and baked potatoes (brought with us from our CSA share).  The fish was fileted and put in a packet of parchment paper with lemon, salt and pepper, then wrapped in a foil packet.  Similarly, the beans and carrots were in a packet of parchment paper with a bit of olive oil, salt, pepper and a sprinkle of water, then wrapped in a packet of foil.  For the corn, we removed the silks, closed the husks back up, and soaked the ears in water.  The potatoes were simply wrapped in foil.  Everything went on top of the fire, on a grate from our old charcoal grill, except the potatoes which were thrown right into the bottom of the pit.  Brookie, June, Sharon and I did the prepping, Jason managed the cooking, and while a local brew would have been nice, it seemed nothing but a limed Corona would carry the evening.  We did a couple open-fire meals like this, and otherwise made sure to indulge in the harvests of blueberries, summer squash, scallions, tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, and garlic.  Of course, there were more than a couple pizza strips consumed along the way.

2008 07 camping in RI: preserves

This year, we had a record number of people on the site, capping out at 13 one weekend.  I’m pretty sure the campground rule is no more than two tents per site, but we had six at one point.  It was like tent city!  A neighbor said our site resembled a homeless persons village, though I beg to differ because really, what better home than a tent?  My dad, Jason, Avery and I were the only ones there for the entire two weeks.  We had four days to ourselves before Rodney, LeAnne and Aren headed up on a Wednesday, followed by my dad’s friends Ann and Lynn, then Jason’s mom Sharon and friend June, and finally my mom and sister.  We had several non-camping visitors stop by for a day at the beach of a beer by the fire, too.  People started leaving the following Sunday afernoon and by Tuesday afternoon, we were four once again.  It was great having everyone there, made even better by the fact that we had the last few days of the trip to ourselves.

Besides taking (just a few) photos, eating lots of local foodies and collecting tons of visitors, we went to the beach nearly every day.  This was probably the best year weather-wise with only two rainy days and one wicked, scary, but awesome thunderstorm.  The waves (and undertow) were absolutely incredible thanks to a hurricane and severe weather south of RI.  Honestly, it was like nothing we’ve seen in previous years. At the beach, there were constant guard whistles and every hour, two or three rescues of swimmers stuck in rip tides. Swimmers were restricted to waist-deep water every day we were there and playing in the water was tiring, but so much fun.  We also visited my favorite place on earth, Beavertail State Park, drank a banana rum cocktail out of a ridiculous laughing Buddha glass with my cousin and her boyfriend at Misquamicut beach, finished two books and started a third, had no desire AT ALL to check in on the internet, discovered that Yellowtail makes a Pinot Noir (and drank a bottle), rode to the docks at Galilee with Avery on our bikes to meet the gang after their fishing trip, made the bed every morning, avoided sunburn (but not Jase), visited three state beaches, had 11 campfires, befriended one cardinal, paddled an evening sunset cruise with Narrow River Kayaks, caught up with various grandmothers, cousins and aunts, had a fabulous view almost every morning, lived simply, and cried when it was time to come home.  No really.  I did.

I already can’t wait for next year’s trip.  Daily photos to be posted soon :)

July 31 ETA:  July 10 - 20 daily photos are up.
August 1 ETA: July 21 - 26 daily photos are up — all done!

Missing L

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I’ve been missing the shit out of L lately.

Last night, driving home from work, stopped at a traffic light, I had my arm bracing the window frame and couldn’t help but admire this tattoo. L and I got Four Agreement tattoos together about a year-and-a-half ago. And when I typed that just now, I couldn’t believe it. It seems like years ago, so much has happened in those 17 months.

So much that she has helped me through, over phone lines and text messages and chats and email, first from Portland, and now from Raleigh. It’s funny how you can still miss someone even when you’re as technologically connected as we are. But, these tattoos we got, on days like today, help me feel just a little bit more connected — in a more real way.

If I can’t actually hug her, if I can’t actually give her a big squeeeeeze, being able to look at this tattoo and remember what an incredible best friend I have, allows me at the very least to hug her in my heart.

I heart maps!


I heard on BBC this morning a piece about a new wiki, WikiCrimes.org. The site was created by Professor Vasco Furtado from the University of Fortaleza in Brazil with the intent of addressing underreporting of crimes:

“We have a problem in Brazil, in that crime data is a monopoly of the police. There are a lot of debate if there is a manipulation or not of the data.” BBC article

Like all wikis, the site relies on the integrity of its reporters. For some reason this just feels like a bigger issue than it does on say, a wikipedia article about Britney. Still, I love the integration and juxtaposition of technology with real-life street-level reporting. I mean really, who can have too many stand-up-to-the-man movements?

Sasha & Digweed

The crackcrew was well-represented at the show by Mikey, Jess, Justin (who gets the I’m-old-and-leaving-REALLY-EARLY award), Brian, ChrisLe, Leah and L (who was imported especially for the occasion). I also ran into a blast from the past (always interesting), was totally impressed with the light show, and realized that I had not been to the TLA since a Violent Femmes show in like, 1994.

And listen, I know everyone everywhere should already know this, but on occasion a reiteration is in order:

L + M = awesome

We danced our totally sober asses off for nearly five hours, and were among the last to leave.

God damn… why exactly did we stop doing this every weekend?

MLK <3

Nonviolence is the answer to the crucial political and moral questions of our time; the need for mankind to overcome oppression and violence without resorting to oppression and violence. Mankind must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression, and retaliation. The foundation of such a method is love.

Photo via AfricaWithin.com.

I got an email from a friend today, in remembrance of Martin Luther King, Jr.:

Forty years ago today, Martin Luther King Junior was assassinated. I remember growing up and wondering what the world would have been like if he hadn’t been. He would have turned 79 years old this year. In remembering him, I want to share with you one of my favorite quotes of his: Those who are not looking for happiness are the most likely to find it, because those who are seeking forget the surest way to be happy is to seek happiness for others.”

Amen, sister. Here’s to happiness :)

Choo choo!

At the bottom of my street, there are tracks that run a freight line.

When we were little and heard the whistle, my sister and I would grab pennies, nickels and even quarters if we were desperate enough, and run down the street at top speed, hoping to place them on the tracks before the train came by. I loved the feeling of the smooth, warm, flattened metal on my fingers.

Today, I still have the urge to run down and check out the gigantic machines as the roll by. Only now, I bring my son instead of my sister.


The sound and size of these trains are truly unreal.

It’s also nice to get a little graffiti fix. Of course, there are the usual throw ups, but occasionally, I’ll see something that catches my eye — a little something clever, creative, different or just really good. This time, we saw some sweet death skulls. Rawk.

When my family first moved here over 20 years ago, they ran SEPTA on these lines, too. Now the train station is a little restaurant called The Caboose Grille. At least weekly, I wish they’d bring the R5 back. What the world need now, is more public transportation, right? :)




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