Saturday, June 28, 2008

Never Forgotten

The black & white bumper stickers w/ the POW/MIA logo & inscription: Not Forgotten are commonplace. A far more concrete commitment is an effort to fulfill this promise. There's a funeral for a US soldier next week at Fort Snelling National Cemetery (like Arlington, but in Minnesota). He was MIA in 1950 in Korea.

A while ago the identification was made of the Vietnam soldier buried at the Tomb of the Unknown at Arlington. It was questioned whether or not we could have such a monument in the future, due to the marvel of DNA identification testing. I suppose we would be better off being able to de-commission it. Ideally, because we weren't killing our fellow citizens; but at a minimum, because no one was left in the limbo of anonymity.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

What else do they have of mine?

I've had enough problems in my life with computers. Mix my driving record with some felon and spend the night in jail: do not pass go, definitely don't get $200. Have I mentioned recently that I hate Comcast? What total fuck-ups.

The information to anyone astonishes me. Okay, so don't care where Al Franken was living 2 years ago. I really could care less where Dr. Phil votes, although I would care that he only gets one. Still - what are these people doing for a life? Wouldn't you rather go to the movies than request FOI documents on Dr. Phil's voting record? How's that workin' for you?

Monday, June 23, 2008

True Love

Our Son #1 has obviously discovered True Love. This evening, finishing dinner, he announced that he wanted to go outside and play with Josie (the next-door neighbor's youngest daughter). She's also 4. No big deal, happens every evening.

He then announced he wanted dessert. Obviously no surprise. He then stated his intention of going outside to share his dessert with Josie. Wow.

15 minutes later, upon receipt of his cookie, he pitched a fit that it got broken to share with Son #2. But .... he then asked Papa to break his piece in half. Why? So that he could take it outside and share with Josie.

Swappin' spit ain't got nothin' on sharing Pepperidge Farm cookies.

Friday, June 20, 2008

Beginning or End?

The boys' newest video wonder is Jungle Book. The original. well, not the one with pages... The Bear Necessities version. (auf Deutsch)

The video starts playing, the credits start rolling, and Michael starts demanding that I start the video, that 'it's the end!'

Of course, having been made before I was born, the movie credits are ... at the beginning.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Political videos: ordinary, not-as-advertized, wow, and finally, well done

Nice, old-fashioned 'get your attention' method, but it's still around because it works.

"Shock" ad? Who is kidding? This isn't shocking. Give the mom the same script and then ending with the 12-month old little Alex in baby-sized desert fatigues, lying dead in Faluja ... that would have been shocking. Or end it with an adult man in desert fatigues lying dead in some hell-hole in Iraq, with the mom saying "and I didn't want you to have little Alex's daddy either." Less shocking, more relevant.

You want a shock ad? Try this one. Right after the Hispanic/Latino/Mexican group, Somalis are the next biggest social/ethnic group in the Twin Cities. (nothing astonishing in the script, just the fact it was made)

Well done
okay, so we already know I'd rather vote for the Zipper/Chewy ticket than McCain/X . But this was better done than most I've seen, even if the computer editing isn't. The title caught my eye initially: "McCain: How he stopped worrying and learned to hate YouTube"

The Imperial Jesus

'The Family' appears to be an interesting book, of the flavor 'god, just kill me now, before they destroy my life and the world'.

The Minnesota Independent ran a long article with the author. Toward the end is his reflections on how H. Clinton fits in with the conservative Christian group of his book.

Monday, June 16, 2008

Total Guilt Trip

So, Friday rolls around, and I would have succeeded in completing my first full week of work in 4 years when I came home that night. The boys are eating breakfast. Peter is having a cup o' joe. I am heading out the door, saying good-bye.

Michael: Where are you going, Mama?

Me: I'm going to work. [there's a phrase unused for 4 years]

Michael: I don't want you to go to work!

Me: why not?

Michael: You need to stay here.

Me: why?

very long, thoughtful pause.

Michael: to be with me.

Four years old!!

four years old!

I don't do the good old-fashion Catholic guilt-trip! Where the hell did he learn it from!?? Where? Cut my heart out and pour Drain-O on it! I'm a horrible mother! He isn't even going to be at home! He's going to be @ Kinderstube (the german pre-school)!

God, this shit sucks.

I like my job, though.

Sunday morning, 2 days later:

Me: Come on, boys, it's time to get up & get dressed.

Michael: Where are we going?

Me: It's Sunday. We're going to church.

Michael: I don't want to go to church. I want to go to Kinderstube.

Gregor doesn't fling himself at me, when I come home anymore. The last 2 times he's run, arms out, joyfully across the yard, right up to me, and then zoomed around me, to catch the cat. Again today.

I like my job, though.

So, I signed this confidentiality-thing as a condition of employment at Honeywell. Which means I can't actually tell you exactly what I do for work. But, I was watching my boss today, and as he hectically told me for the 3rd time today that he would need to postpone our meeting, I simply said, "I used to have your job. I so totally sympathize."

I like my job.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

1.2 million sq. ft.

1,200,000 sq. ft. =
27.55 acres =
0.11 sq. km =
11.2 hectares =
1,111.111 times bigger than our house in Lansing =
1,114,836,480,000,000,038,753,601,580,957,696.00 barns*


1.2 million sq. ft. = 10 minute walk from my office to the front door of the Honeywell plant in Golden Valley.

I've gotten lost very single time I've walked more than 20 feet out of my office door. With a map. Luckily there's a bathroom in the safety department's area, or else I'd have exploded or resorted to leaving a trail of breadcrumbs. Which would probably have gotten run over by the NASCAR forklift truck speedway.

*no clue what this 'barns' is, but it's awful damn small. It was just an option on the 'unit conversion' program.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Enjoying our new home

We can sit in our front yard, watch the boys play, and the dogs & cats & bunnies stroll down the sidewalk, listen to the neighbors chatting, and enjoy life on a warm summer evening.

don't know why the front image doesn't show up ... this one has more Gregor.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

DE 2:0 PO

Peter & I spent a few hours today @ the Glockenspiel pub in St. Paul watching the Germany:Poland game in the group games for the European championship. It would have been more enjoyable if the TV hadn't repeatedly shut off. Including shutting off for one of the goals. The crowd roars in frustration for the 3rd of 4th time the t.v. goes blank. A couple minutes pass. Several men decide they need to pee. Silence in the pub. Then a woman's voice in the corner yells "It's 2:0!" There is a groan of joy mixed with anguish at the fact we can't see it. The fellows in the john hear us screaming, and figure Germany just scored a 2nd goal. Nope. We screamed in jubilation simply because the game came back on.

All in all, it was fun. A small hoard of German ex-pats made a lively group. Who needs the Olympics? UEFA & World Cup are where it's at.

Miraculous change? or simply depressing status quo?

I started to write "As a lighthearted Summer activity..."

I then read all the way through Sen. Nelson's legislation highlights including the elimination of the electoral college.

Go write you legislator. and mine. all of them. the 2 presidential candidates. Anyone else who will listen. tell them to fix the damn system.

This includes just about everything I think is fucked up with the Great American Democratic "I Might Get My Vote Counted" system. For a group of men who were so totally focused on "No Taxation Without Representation", it's amazing that the electoral college has lasted this long. My vote doesn't actually count. I am therefore without representation. I shouldn't be required to pay taxes. [well, at the moment the IRS is screwing that up too, but that's another story ...] What about that old "one person one vote"? Perhaps that only counts for the oligarchs in the country.

Or, as someone else put it, create a Constitutional crisis, if we get a repeat of 2000.

15 seconds of fame

On Friday, I attended a forum hosted by Minnesota Public Radio regarding the current relationship between the Media and the Public. One of the media people there was taking notes. It was a chat about how We The People see the current and the desired relationship between the public and the media. It was interesting. Certainly biased simply based upon the fact all 14 of us are MPR listeners and are (with one or 2 exceptions) college educated and interested in politics/media. That said, it was still interesting. If you look about 80% of the way down the page linked above, one of the things I said got quoted. If it ever gets broadcast, I'll let you know.

Friday, June 6, 2008

bumper sticker of the month

The only bush I love is my own