Well, good

I’m rather proud of Minnesota this morning. We went largely Democrat, we went for Obama, and we defeated the Marriage Defense Amendment and the Voter I.D. Amendment. We didn’t get rid of Michelle Bachmann, but that was a long shot.

A lot of my Twitter and RSS and Tumblr feeds are full of joy this morning. Self-selecting, yes, but I like it. Last night we elected 18 women to the Senate, including a lesbian and a combat veteran. Todd Akin lost resoundingly to Claire McCaskill. People around the country voted for women, for health care, for immigrants, for equal rights for all.

It’s a good morning to wake up to, is what I’m saying.

Good for all of us.

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Wednesday evening is for cooking

1. It’s possible that my body no longer processes lactose the way it used to. Some dietary testing was done, and the results were strongly suggestive, let’s say. Yes. Let’s leave it at that.

So, I’m a vegetarian eating low-to-no-salt and low-to-no-dairy. This is mildly frustrating, but I find that I am merely grateful that the things that my body prefers to avoid are not, say, soy or wheat or, god forbid, garlic.

I did a little bit of poking around online at recipes and nutritional information, because I’ve been getting much of my protein and calcium from dairy. First observation? Every freaking website on the planet presumes you are desperate to lose weight. Second, though, I found out useful nutrition information on lentils and various beans. So this afternoon I went to the grocery store to pick up bags of dried beans. Canned beans are more convenient but much more expensive.

Anyway, Monday I made roasted root vegetables, which I tend to reheat as a hash. I add other vegetables, like peas or broccoli, or I add an egg. Tonight I made a potato-lentil soup, and am about to start on a … a something, involving bell peppers, carrots, and chick peas.

Conclusions so far? I love garlic. Parsnips are mandatory. Chick peas are nummy. This does not suck.

2. I stumbled across this Shovelglove exercise site on the internets. It looks sort of silly and fun, and like something I could do at home on the days I don’t go to the Y. I mean, there’s a move called “Smite the Orc.” This is a weight-training workout by geeks, for geeks.

3. The Department of Justice today decided it will no longer prosecute Don’t Ask Don’t Tell cases. Hot fucking damn. Little by little, the world improves. And even if the Wisconsin union situation goes to hell, the power of the demonstrations has garnered international attention. Unions and labor demonstrators across the country are beginning to agitate on local issues.

4. Working with K on her math proceeds apace. Slowly, that is. She wants math to be a matter of absolute memorization. But math is infinite, and one has to memorize not each problem but the system for solving the problems. And that is not her strongest suit.

This is actually fairly similar to the problems some people have in training to be air traffic controllers. You cannot possibly memorize the solution to every single traffic problem; you must memorize and internalize the principles for solving the problems, and then apply them correctly for the situation. It’s a hard thing, and it breaks some trainees.

Saturday night is for working

1. We’re supposed to get 16 +/-5 inches of snow over the next 36 hours. I guess we’ll find out tomorrow morning whether I will be heading in to work.

2. I am trying this thing called f.lux on my computer. It is supposed to look at your latitude and time of year and time of day and adjust the color of your computer monitor to be more conducive to a natural light cycle. Perhaps this will help me on, say, my days off, but I’m at work and sort of squinting at the screen because it is dim. Also, the geek room has glaring florescent lights so I’m not sure how much it helps. Also, I work until midnight tonight, you know? I’m going to be up until 1:00 a no matter what, since I have to drive home.

3. The geek room has organized, selected a board, established dues, and locked down the internet by physical address. Thank goodness. This SHOULD bring a halt to the horrible connectivity we’ve had over the last three months. Those who leave their computers uploading crap to torrent sites will be SMOTE. Video streaming, online gaming, and regular surfing should be unaffected.

4. As usual, I spent the breaks on my shift so far catching up on tv shows — Hellcats, 30 Rock, Vampire Diaries, Fringe. I still say that Hellcats has the smartest, most thoughtful and respectful presentation of Christianity in the U.S. I’ve ever seen on television. Not condescending, but not blind to Christianity’s faults either. It shows religion in this country for what it is — complex.

5. Politics are a, a real thing right now. The rallies in Madison are heartening, but I have no certainty they will prevail. And the federal government is … behaving reprehensibly. And the entire Middle East appears to be exploding in protest, insurgence, and revolution. It’s a nerve-wracking time to follow the news.

It’s the hope that gets to me. If I wasn’t hopeful for a better future, I wouldn’t be so scared.

6. Speaking of politics, though —

Federal funding for Planned Parenthood is grave danger.

There are countless people telling their stories right now, about how Planned Parenthood was their only option for medical care at certain points in their lives. Not just birth control or abortions, but straight-up medical care. Go, if you are a U.S. resident, take a look at the Planned Parenthood website and see if you can find a way to sign the petition or contact your congressional representatives in some other way.

Friday morning

1. Now I’m following the political situations in Libya and Bahrain. I’m not certain what I get out of this, you know? There’s *certainly* nothing I can do for the people being shot by their governments. But I am very aware that the political struggles of people who are not white Americans often fall under the U.S. radar. Part of why I choose to get my news from the BBC is to combat that tendency. I want my kids to grow up with a native sense that the planet is full of people who, every day, are struggling and celebrating, fighting and making peace, and their lives are equally as important as anything that is happening here. Protesters being gunned down in the streets of Bahrain is news. The tax referendums regarding repairing the Metrodome roof are also news, and will likely affect us personally more. But the South Sudan independence referendum is going to determine the lives of millions of people, and I think that’s more important than local sports.

2. The kids are at a slow bit in math. M could do long division, he can do it when we keep him on task, but ohhhh, it is so LONG and has so many STEPS and the world is full of OTHER THINGS to look at and think about! Like Pokemon! And robots! And mega-cyclones! So, anyway, we are making him practice one or two long division problems each day, just to get the work in. It takes forever.

K is stalled out on a different aspect. She can do arithmetic just fine, but she cannot determine what a word problem is asking of her. The only catch is, life is nothing but word problems. I mean, no one is going to ask you, at age thirty, to recite your times tables. But they will ask you how much lumber you need for that fence, and then there you are, trying to figure out how many board-feet you need and making sure you don’t forget that the three two-foot stubs leftover from sawing do not actually equal a six-foot fencepost and you need another whole board.

I am a little frustrated with this problem K is having, through no fault of hers, simply because I get this part of math in a way that makes it a struggle for me to explain. Luckily, the Singapore Math books do a really good job with this and I can simply rely on them.

3. We had a lovely, lovely two days of thaw. The huge line-of-sight snowpile obstructions are reduced, making driving easier. But the temperature dropped back down and all the melted water has refrozen into sheets of ice everywhere. Luckily, the end is in sight. March will be here soon, bringing a ton more snow to be sure, but all of that snow will MELT.

May Day 2009

Every year the Powderhorn Park neighborhood of Minneapolis, in collaboration with In the Heart of the Beast Puppet and Mask Theater holds a May Day Festival. I described this, over and over again yesterday, as a combination Pagan Beltane Ritual to bring back the Sun and a Socialist Demonstration of Worker Solidarity. Lest anyone think I am exaggerating, I quote from the Heart of the Beast website:

“HOBT’s MayDay Parade, Ceremony, and Festival has always been rooted in two important traditional celebrations—the celebration of the Green Root of Earth’s green energy rising in Spring, and the Red Root of human work energy rising from mind, heart and hand.

Our theme this year celebrates the merging of the red and green energies of the world. We cheer on the great merging of the human social justice movements with the environmental movements to remember humans as responsible relatives of the earth.

As we experience the failure of our economic systems built on debt, consumer waste, the theft and sickening of earth resources, we gather to rebuild an economic system that protects and sustains our Earth as a ‘Common Treasury for All.’”

My family and I went this year. It’s actually the first time in the eighteen years I’ve lived here that I’ve made it to the festival. But Tern and K were in the ceremony, singing/performing with One Voice Mixed Chorus. One Voice was apparently invited by HotB to participate, partially in honor of Pete Seeger’s birthday.

So here commences the photoblogging. Cavorter and I took, oh, about 250 photos. Of those I kept about ninety. One set is here. It’s of the various people we saw passing by, of the crowd, of the families, of kids and grandparents and scooters and dogs. The complete set of the ceremony itself is here. It contains photos I didn’t link to. Feel free to go look at that if you want to skip my commentary!

Photos follow!

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Link: A New Meme, Please Get One

From the progressive feminist site, Shakesville, a link dump with commentary on the recent spate of blaming immigrants for swine flu.

In short, Media Matters and other conservatives have started blaming the epidemic on filthy Mexicans and other undesirables. I wish the tactic was novel or surprising, but as Shakesville points out, the United States has a long, ignominious history of exactly this thing.

2009 Blog for Choice

I have two kids. My partner and I adopted them both, together.

Our son, M, was a local adoption. The story is not a secret in local circles. Many people — friends and family — ended up playing parts in it. We have continuing contact with his birth parents. His adoption story is part of our lives.

Our daughter, K, was adopted from Guatemala. She lived with a foster-mother for the first eight months of her life, then clung to my partner for the four days it took to come here. We know very little about the circumstances of her birth, her birth parents, or where she is from.

A series of choices made by a great many people have led to the moment I write this. A moment in which my kids are in the playroom with their Spanish tutor, discussing Doctor Who and bunkbeds with the poor young woman who is attempting to get them to speak Spanish to her. The choices that led to this moment were complex and fraught. Religion, money, family, education, community — all these things played their parts, pulling and tugging the outcomes of the reproductive decisions in different ways. But choices were made.

I suspect that the choices made by K’s mother were fairly constrained. But, for all I know, that is merely my ignorance painting an inaccurate picture. I won’t speak for M’s birth parents; they can speak or not on their own behalf. But the choices they made led them here. Both of the birth families could have made other choices. My partner and I, we could have made other choices.

I am pro-choice. Pro-choice. Options are good. Options make the world wider. Options relieve pressure and fear. Options are the opposite of trapped coercion. Women — people — need to have ready access to the full range of reproductive choices. They need to be able to find solutions that meet their needs, whether those solutions be abortion, adoption, tubal ligation, the morning-after-pill, birth control, or pregnancy education. Or some other thing not yet thought of.

I am pro-choice.

Inaugural Address, January 20th, 2009

Text of President Barack Obama’s inaugural address on Tuesday, as prepared for delivery and released by the Presidential Inaugural Committee.

OBAMA: My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America’s decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public’s dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience’s sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society’s ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world’s resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America’s birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

“Let it be told to the future world … that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive…that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it).”

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

It doesn’t seem right.

I was looking up the candidates in my district at E-Democracy yesterday. And I noticed something — I am strongly biased against candidates who have Christian themes, Biblical verses, or calls to prayer on their campaign materials. Biased enough that such things mean I look no further — I won’t vote for that candidate.

I feel conflicted about this — my mother is a minister, my father was a minister. I know enough decent people who are Christian to know that Christianity, as practiced in this country, is not automatically bigoted. But proselytizing has become largely synonymous with hate. I was trying to explain to a coworker the other day why I cannot countenance voting Republican. I told him, as long as the Republican party gives voice and money and power to people who, sight unseen, want to take my family from me, I will oppose everything they do. I know perfectly well that not all Republicans are gay-bashing bigots. Just as I know not all Christians are gay-bashing bigots. But both the Republicans and the Christians seem unwilling or unable to divorce those folks from their ranks.

I was raised Christian. I know what Christ’s message to the world is. It bears no resemblance to the bile, fear-mongering, and aggressive ignorance of the Christian right.

In the first Gulf War, liberals in this country somehow let the jingoists take control of the symbols of our country. The pro-war faction claimed, and was given, use of the name and symbols of the United States without any visible contest from those who wanted peace and reason. In the second Gulf war, liberals refused to let go of the flag, refused to relinquish patriotism. “Dissent is Patriotic,” the bumper sticker said.

My question is this — when is Christianity in the United States going to do the same? When are the moderate and liberal Christians going to claim equal right to Jesus and the Bible, to the cross and the fish, the lamb and the crown of thorns? I’m not asking for the crucifix to become a symbol of gay rights — I understand that many moderate Christians are still opposed to gay marriage, I understand that many are still opposed to abortion, women’s rights, education, and rationality. But please, Christians, take back your name from James Dobson and Fred Phelps.

Affirming that those who advocate hatred are no longer Christians — removing political campaign jackassery from the church’s work — strikes me as a good place to start.

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