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I met Steve in Fremont today to visit the Rutherford B. Hayes Presidential Estate and Library. I had been there, once, when I was about nine and on a field trip from school. Steve had never gone. It was, as might be expected, seemingly much bigger than I had remembered it. It was also just as boring as I'd remembered. I had thought that maybe my memories of being bored were just due to being a hyper kid without much interest in museums, but the whole place was indeed quite a plain. Still, there were interesting things to be seen, and I had a good time if for no other reason than to see Steve get such pleasure out of observing the gun and weapons collection. The estate seems, to my belief, to be running low on funding, and a number of maintenance issues were clearly piling up from years of neglect. Of course Fremont isn't a hot spot for tourism, so I doubt that there is a lot of traffic to the estate, even by historians and scholars. Still, it was good to get out. I've had a migraine for three days, today making a fourth, and fresh air and activity had been something that I'd hoped would make things better, but that wasn't meant to be. I did enjoy my time with Steve, and we walked around Fremont a bit and stopped for lunch at a Chinese restaurant, talking about various things all the while. I had expected to spend the whole day with Steve, but after we finished lunch at about 3 PM, Steve decided to go on his way. He apparently had plans with someone else, so he had to go. It shouldn't have bothered me by then, because my head was pounding and I was feeling exceptionally thirsty, but I was disappointed that I wouldn't have more time with Steve. That all makes me seem, rightly so, quite needy, I guess, but I miss spending time with friends. Now if I can just get rid of this headache I'll be much better. That doesn't seem to be working my way either, though. Posted at 1:42 AM
My original intention today was to write sort of a wrap-up to my thoughts about the Democratic Convention and the new political jousting that has begun now that both candidates are now back on the trail. That was my original intention, and there would certainly be much to say. Instead, however, I came across this column in the New York Times and felt that it was much more relevant and true than anything else I could point out. I have written before, not that long ago, about the failings of the media, both in the sense of failures to be unbiased and not conservative spin doctors as well as in the sense of reporting upon closely checked facts and not sensational heresay. The media is nearly worthless as a source of information because it is so flawed and biased. Anyone seeking the truth has to, like I do, search dozens of newspapers and other media sources for enough perspectives to see the reality of any situation, and most people just don't have the time (or patience) to do that sort of thing. Instead, they have to accept what they find on the nightly news or in their daily newspaper. Sadly, they aren't getting fair and balanced information, as suggested in this column.
Posted at 11:28 PM
<Yawn> The fourth and final night of the Democratic National Convention has finished, and I must say that I was supremely underwhelmed. Yes, I was pleased to hear Barney Frank allowed to speak directly about gay rights, but he was far and away the best speaker in the early aspects of the day. How lame can you get than to have Joe Lieberman and Wesley Clark, among others, both very dry and emotionless speakers. Maybe the DNC was going for people who would be more boring than Kerry, thus making him look better by comparison when he spoke. That might also explain why so many people used such horrible extended metaphors to try to make their points. If they all looked liked the worst speakers possible then maybe Kerry would look decent when he followed them. In truth, Kerry's acceptance speech was probably the best of his recent political life (although I would maintain that his speeches in protest of the Vietnam War, when he was a young man, were much more impassioned, motivating, and genuine than anything he is likely to ever produce any more). He made a number of good points that made much more clear certain policy stances and specific plans he has in mind. It also served to answer charges that Bush and the Republicans have made against him and show the conservative propaganda to be false or at least misleading. Still, he never really seemed passionate or excited about anything he said, and that was, although typical for Kerry, truly disappointing. Potentially worse for him was the amount he was sweating under the spotlights. I don't think many people will have noticed or made anything of it, but if he sweats like that during the debates, he may be as doomed as Nixon was against Kennedy when his sweating under the lights made him look shifty and nervous. Time will tell, I guess. Heck, Bush still hasn't even committed to debates yet, so maybe I shouldn't hold my breath. Actually, the best speech made during the past four days of this convention wasn't even made at the convention. It was made by filmmaker Michael Moore during a rally in Boston where a number of people from a variety of liberal political groups made speeches. Moore, as usual, held no punches, but he made a polite speech nonetheless, even though it was quite impassioned. Here is the transcript of Moore's speech:
Posted at 12:17 AM
In a completely unpredicted development, the delegates of the Democratic National Convention nominated John Kerry as the Democratic candidate for president, voting 4254 to 43. Actually, the only real surprise here was that they didn't twist each others' arms to make it a unanimous vote for Kerry, because that's certainly the message that was to be gleaned from the rest of the convention thus far. I understand that the Democrats decided early on that they would focus their hopes of one candidate well before the convention, all in the hopes of having longer to gather support, money, and speaking time, but it seems ridiculous to me that the Democratic National Convention seem to be exclusively made to support John Kerry and nobody else. What about the candidates for the Senate and the House of Representatives, let alone the governors and state and local representatives who are running in very important races to change the Republican dominance of both houses of Congress and the National Council of Governors. What does it matter if Kerry and Edwards get elected if the Senate and House, as well as state and local governments, are left to founder and possibly become even more entrenched with Republican dominance? There would be little to nothing that could be accomplished by a Democratic White House if the Democrats don't also hold or increase their numbers in various legislative bodies across the country. It bothers me that the Democrats are so worried about Kerry's ability to face off against Emperor Bush that they throw all interests into a focus on Kerry and Edwards and sacrifice important dialogues that would detail the platform of the Democratic party and dialogues that would exemplify the importance of key races that could give Democrats control of the U.S. Senate as well as other important races. This should be not merely a nominating festival that celebrates the nominee, it should be a celebration of the Democratic party and its values. This, more than just about any other aspect of the Convention, has disappointed me tremendously. This focus on Kerry, to some extent I think, is part of the cause for so many pundits to claim that the Democratic Convention is almost entirely composed of attacks on Emperor Bush. I would disagree in that I think much has been said of what Kerry would do if elected to office and how he can benefit the country, however every portion of that message carries with it a comparison with the failings of Emperor Bush on the respective issues (whether that comparison is explicit or implicit). It seems a necessary evil to me to frame the strengths of Kerry and the plans of Kerry against the performance and ideas of the incumbent, Emperor Bush. This is why I think that the pundits are (in their capacity as a branch of the conservative press) distorting the tone of the Convention and claiming it to be negative. I do believe, however, that a large part of the problem is what I was expressing earlier, that the Convention has focused solely on Kerry and not of the Democratic platform. If the Convention had focused more on explaining the platform and more on presenting candidates for other important offices, then the positive message of what they have to offer would have been more clear and the comparisons to Emperor Bush, which are seen as negative, would have been minimized. All of this flies in the face of the fact that the Republicans are waging, as they call it, "a war" against the Democrats by throwing immediate criticism against each and every comment from within the Convention. The practice, for the entire history of political conventions, has been that the opposing party does not campaign and does not try to take away the spotlight from the few focused days allowed the other party. It was always just a common courtesy. That has ended this year, however, as the attack dog policies of the Republicans continue as usual and throw away any concept of decorum or decency. I'm not surprised, but I am certainly disappointed that then Republicans, regardless of how desperate they may be, would stoop so low. I was quite pleased and impressed by various speeches today. John Edwards was a decent speaker with a natural style, and his "Two Americas" theme still strikes a clear chord with most convention delegates and most Americans. I was very impressed with two earlier speeches, however, the first by Reverend Jesse Jackson and the second by Reverend Al Sharpton. Jesse Jackson has always impressed me for his tireless fight for equality, but I'll admit that I feel his speeches are hit and miss, sometimes quite good and sometimes not so hot. Today's speech was quite good, quite motivating. He had one line that I thought was particularly well-written since it embodied a thinly-veiled attack on the current administration, a positive vision of hope, and a bit of humor all wrapped together. He said:
Anyhow, I thought it was a great line. As much as I liked Jesse Jackson's speech, I was simply overwhelmed by Al Sharpton's speech. He was passionate, powerful, and tremendously inspirational. This speech, in fact, could well be something that I see being quoted from in future years. I jotted down three quotes from Al Sharpton that I found particularly well-written.
I encourage you to Google for a copy of the text of Al Sharpton's speech or a link to it. He spoke for about ten to fifteen minutes, but it was a fantastic speech that is well worth hearing. Tomorrow is mostly Kerry's night to accept the nomination and speak, but I'm looking forward to also seeing Representative Barney Frank speak during prime time. I've had a migraine all day today and a stiff neck to boot (not to mention a continuing blast of heavy depression that's been hanging on me for weeks), and I'm looking forward to anything that makes me feel more pleasant. Posted at 12:19 AM
It was another interesting day of convention coverage today. Barak Obama's keynote speech was fantastic, even better than any of the major-players who spoke last night, and he was able to truly characterize the things that this country needs and deserves from their government. He was smart, inspiring, and straightforward. I was further impressed, not long after Obama's speech, when Ron Reagan, Jr. spoke about stem cell research. He is an incredibly natural speaker, even better than his father was, and he could certainly go far in politics if that was his desire. I was impressed not only by his delivery but by his rhetoric. He was careful not to specifically indicted the Republicans for voting against stem cell research, and he was very clear in his descriptions of how stem cells are just a cell culture in a laboratory petrie dish and not in any way close to being a fetus (that being the contention of overzealous anti-abortion activists who haven't really even looked into the issue before shooting off their mouths). Ron Jr. was very smooth and calm, and his speech was well received. Less than impressive, however, was the closing speech of the day by Theresa Heinz Kerry, wife of presidential nominee John Kerry. Granted, she may be a great match for her husband's incredibly dry, put-me-to-sleep speaking style, but that's hardly a positive attribute. Her speech itself was as dull as could be, but her slow, seemingly-drugged-out delivery was additionally mind-numbingly boring. Two different people earlier in the day had said that she was a truly inspirational speaker, and based on this speech I can't see her even inspiring people to keep their eyes open much less anything else. And who was responsible for dressing her and doing her hair and make-up? She could very clearly have looked much better, but it almost seemed as if she didn't really care - hardly the sort of attitude you want to convey as a potential First Lady -to-be. Maybe it just wasn't a good day for her, or maybe I was expecting too much. Maybe she just came off poorly after following the great speeches from Obama and Reagan. Maybe. Still, I was personally less than impressed. I'll be interested to see what tomorrow brings. Posted at 12:45 AM
Strangely, many people seem to be dissing or bypassing Al Gore's speech at The Democratic National Convention tonight, and I thought that it was the best speech of the evening. He had humor, even poking fun at himself; he had great delivery, even better than Bill Clinton during his speech; he had substantive issues laid against Emperor Bush; he had substantive personal anecdotes of support for John Kerry; and he had great energy. Why other people don't see it this way is beyond me. Sure, Jimmy Carter's speech had some good elements, but his delivery of it was dry, and his speech didn't have much passion. Hillary Clinton was cut fairly short, so her comments were hardly anything that could be fairly called a real speech, and Bill Clinton, while he had great points and very positive energy, still didn't seem to have the passion nor the strong delivery that Al Gore displayed. There's this undertow of anti- Al Gore sentiment from various directions, both from Republicans and Democrats alike, and I just don't get it. I think he should be given much more credit than he has been given, and it's a shame that he is likely to altogether fade from the political forum entirely. Posted at 12:28 AM
I've watched a few tv backgrounds of John Kerry today, giving me a better idea of where he's been and what he's stood for, and I feel much better about supporting him as president. Still, I can't help feeling like he is only the lesser of two evils and not really a great (or maybe not even a good) candidate. I am particularly worried that, if he gets elected, four years won't be enough to turn around the problems created by Emperor Bush in such a way that any tangible improvement will be seen or felt by the American people. If that's the case he will have trouble getting reelected, and the second term is imperative if Kerry and the Democrats are to have enough time to really have time to reverse the madness of George W. and also add in distinct improvement. Maybe Kerry will be more decisive and strong in office than he is now. Maybe he won't be as worried about alienating certain segments of the population and he'll be a bit more proud of liberal interests, but I largely doubt that. Time will tell, I suppose, and we'll certainly see if he manages to win. I'll be watching the Democratic Convention closely in the next few days to see what sorts of ideas for change will be proposed. I'll also be looking to see how wimpy Kerry and the Democrats are. If they continue to run away from being called liberal, and if they continue to try to suggest they'll increase the size of the military and such crazy things, then I'll be much more certain that the Democrats have strayed much too far from their traditional platform to be respected. But again, we'll just have to wait and see. Posted at 12:57 AM
I proudly accept the label of "liberal." I'm more liberal than most people, and I am quite proud of it. I do not, however, consider myself a Democrat. Yes, I support the Democrats over the Republicans for the most part, but the Democrats, to me, often seem to wishy-washy when it comes to having a clear position. While the Democrats used to be a semi-liberal party, now they seem to quiver and run whenever anyone suggests they are remotely liberal. They have taken a position as "moderates," hoping that they can retain their former liberal base while drawing in undecided voters or even, in some cases, moderate Republicans. This, I have long felt, is the greatest weakness of the Democratic party. While the Republicans can be proud of their conservatism, even accepting the most extreme right-wing Christian Fundamentalists as clearly a part of their party, the Democrats cringe whenever they are seen as liberal. It wasn't always this way, but the last 25 years of politics have somehow made the Democratic party fear showing their roots. That truly disappoints me. As we go into the highly scripted and highly neutral, non-liberal-seeming Democratic Convention, I am combing the front pages and opinion pages of about two and a half dozen major U.S. newspapers online each day. Already I have found one column that expresses similar disdain for the wimpiness of the Democrats to accept being liberal. There will be more articles to be seen, certainly, and I will gladly read them. I would be thrilled to see at least one Democrat enjoy being liberal and proud of it, but I won't hold my breath. It's a darn shame.
Posted at 12:52 AM
Mmmm ... black bean soup ... I took my grandma out to lunch today after taking her to a doctor's appointment (and before driving her to her hair appointment ... yes, the fun never ends, as evidenced by these "exciting" appointments). We went to Berardi's a locally owned family restaurant with wonderful food. the Berardi's are famous locally for their food, having been the original vendors of the renowned wide-cut flavored french fries at Cedar Point. After Cedar Point bought out all of the vendors at the park in the late '70s, the Berardi's focused on restaurants in the area with great, home-cooked food. It's always fabulous food, and I haven't been there in a while. I had a bowl of black bean soup that was incredibly wonderful, and I had a great chicken sandwich with some of the wonderful family-recipe french fries. It was quite delightful. It's sad, in a way, that I find my greatest pleasure in food lately, but that's largely the truth. That has its dangers, of course, because I don't want to eat so much as to become huge, and it's something I have to struggle against. Still, any pleasure is far better than none, and lunch today was quite fulfilling. Posted at 2:11 AM
Mecha-lecha-hi, mecha-hiney-ho! Come on, Jomby, I know I still have one wish left for the day ... ... if only it were that easy ... Posted at 1:49 AM
I talked to Christiana on the phone tonight for the first time in a couple of weeks. I haven't talked to her for a while, partly because I wasn't around when she called me or she wasn't around when I called her, but also, largely, because I have been rather depressed and, potentially, depressing, so I decided to sit in silence rather than bemoan my sadness to Christiana. I finally decided to call tonight, however, just for a little while, so that she would know I wasn't avoiding her or anything like that. We spoke for quite a while, contrary to what I had originally felt would be quite a short call, and our talk made me less conscious of my depression as we talked about various current events and politics and traded thoughts about the coming election, the Scott Peterson case, and the death of the Frugal Gourmet, among other varied topics. I actually became much more relaxed and talkative as we went along - that is until Christiana decided to tell me how to live my life. It's not an unusual thing for Christiana to do, but she has become very determined that she will force me to tell my family that I'm gay and to tell them that my father sexually molested me as a child. I continue to contend that I want to do both of these things in my own time, and that I want to be in a position where I'm prepared to deal with the inevitable fallout. When I was outted as gay by Sam, a former coworker in Toledo, immediately after I moved to Lafayette for my first management job with Kinko's, I dealt with the problems but it was difficult. I had been coming out to certain friends, individually and in controlled circumstances, and I'd had very positive results. When Sam outted me to everyone I was left with a mess among my friends who didn't understand or accept things, and it took me months to smooth things over (and for two certain friends it took two years before things were smoothed over). Once I had moved to Lafayette I had been much more open about my sexuality, both at work and with friends - even with strangers - but broaching the topic with long-held acquaintances proved terribly difficult in the aftermath of being outted when I hadn't been able to approach the situation properly. I feel (and have felt) that the situation has been the same with my family. I have, in fact, approached telling various family members at certain points, but have decided to wait based on something they have said or done just before I was to tell them. I will come out to my family, but in my own time and in my own way, not just because Christiana wants me to because she thinks it will "Make me feel better." Blindly coming out when I'm not ready to deal with it will in no way end up making me feel better. I have tried to get this across to Christiana, but she doesn't understand. Still, I am patient with her arguments and her insistence because I know that she only means well. Still, she just won't let up on the subject once she gets going, and I end up getting frustrated. In the same spirit Christiana feels that I should confront my whole family with my father's sexual abuse of me as a child. She feels certain that this, too, will make me "Feel better," regardless of the fact that telling what has happened won't change the past or, really, change the present. My mother, if she is even willing to believe me, will undoubtedly still stay with my father in marriage and still love and care for him, something that I know would be quite hurtful to me, but I also have no doubts that this would be the way things would happen. My father, whom I have been happy to avoid and dismiss from existence, would suffer no criminal penalties and, knowing him, would suffer no shame for his actions. And really, what would be gained from such a declaration except conflicted feelings within the family not only towards me and my father but also toward my caretakership of my grandmother, who would be devastated my the knowledge of what had happened. There will certainly be a time when I will speak of these things, but again - it will be a time of my choosing, when I can feel stable and secure enough to handle the fallout of the situation, a time when I might truly feel not necessarily "better", but at least 'alright.' Christiana, unfortunately, has no patience for me wanting to lead my own life, and she feels determined to badger me into opening up a huge can of worms at a time when I'm not truly ready to deal with it. Our conversation had become strained enough with Christiana making these same old demands without remittance, but when she began to tell me, basically, what she "knew" that I was feeling and thinking, I had become quite frustrated and tired. I kept my cool and tried to maintain a decent dialogue, but Christiana was unwilling to listen to what I had to say. She believed that when I disagreed with what she claimed I "felt", that I wasn't listening to what she was saying. I was listening, alright, but I disagreed. Heaven forbid I wouldn't feel what she believed I was feeling. How horrible of me to make clear that her beliefs of what I was feeling, thinking, or doing were wrong. Surely I should have just changed myself to fit what she expected - not! As I said, I continued to try to keep a civil dialogue, but Christiana apparently didn't like me disagreeing with her, so she made a curt, angry goodbye and that was the end of her call. So now, a couple of hours later, I'm still thinking of all of this, still feeling wronged, and knowing quite certainly that Christiana will avoid me for weeks, if not months, in her perceived-self-righteous indignation. For my part, I will be only too happy to accommodate her.
Ha-ha, you fool! You fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is never get involved in a land-war in Asia, but only slightly less well-known is this -- Yeah, yeah ... 'never go against a Sicilian when death is on the line' ... right ... why couldn't you give me some useful advice like how to be happy or at least not be miserable? Posted at 12:08 AM
Well, the tv repair may not be as bad as I'd feared. After the shock of actually having a tv repairman come to the house (in this age of universally poor and minimal service that we live in), I was pleased to hear that the repairman thought that the problem was likely a burnt-out board that transfers current to the picture tube, something he says is a common problem with this model. He has ordered the part and should be back to finish repairs by Wednesday (which is great), and the price, while it sounds costly, certainly won't be as bad as buying a new 32" console tv. The other big event of the day (and I'm leaving out a lot of smaller events of minor significance) was getting new testing and fitting for the replacement to my grandma's lost hearing aid. The warranty actually covers simple loss, so a new $3100 replacement digital hearing aid (just for the one ear - the original set cost $6200) only cost a $200 deductible today. That's a huge plus. Even better, we paid an additional $50 based on a suggestion of upgrading the replacement to have an additional feature that wasn't on the original, a button that adjusts the hearing aid to work with a telephone. My grandma has had a consistent problem with her hearing aids that she has to take them out when answering the phone because she will otherwise get feedback from the hearing aid. With this new feature, she simply presses a button on the hearing aid, while it's still in her ear, and it adjusts for the phone without her having to remove it. Considering the one hearing aid was lost because she took out the hearing aid to answer the phone, setting it down where it is never to be found again, this new feature should hopefully stop any similar incidents in the future. It was pretty much a nothing day for me, but I got these and a number of other things done for my grandma, so there has been some sense of fulfillment. I have lots of stuff that I need to get done for myself and little of it getting accomplished, and that is quite frustrating, but I'll have to do what I can do when I can do it, and a lot of these things for my grandma have to come first.
Since I haven't said it in a while, and since it's still true, let me share today's mantra:
Doesn't that say it all? Posted at 12:52 AM
Today brought some bad news to my grandma and, by extension, to me as well. We were fine until dinner time - well, I was depressed, but that actually was still an improvement over the raging and changing emotions I've been going through during the past couple of days, so when I say I was "fine," I use the term relatively. Anyhow, as we were finishing dinner, the phone rang, and my grandma spoke to the person on the other end for quite a while. It turns out that the call was from Mary, my grandmother's closest friend. Mary swims with my grandma at the YMCA, goes to church with my grandma, and shares time going out to lunch, movies, and shopping with my grandma. Unfortunately, that is about to end. Mary is moving to Columbus where she'll be nearer to two of her three children and where she will have her family around to help her out. Mary is nearly ten years younger than my grandma, and she is much more active and energetic than my grandma, but she's decided that she should be better prepared to be helped as she ages. Inevitably this will all be much better for her, but it will suck for my grandma. As my grandma has grown older, most of her friends have died. Nearly all of the others who remain are in rest homes. Mary was pretty much the one holdout of my grandma's friends, and she was someone for my grandma to talk to and spend time with. It was particularly good that my grandma had Mary so that she could get out of the house more often. Now, with Mary leaving, my grandma will become pretty much entirely dependent upon me for conversation and entertainment. Whereas Mary still drives and would take my grandma here and there with her, now I will be the only one who my grandma can count on to drive her anywhere. It's going to place much more demands upon me, but Inevitably it will also mean that my grandma will get out less frequently as time goes on, particularly during the school year. As if that alone hadn't been disappointing enough for my grandma, her main television lost its picture tonight. My grandmother spends a lot of time watching tv, and she spends a lot of time dozing/napping in front of the tv as well. She has a small tv in her bedroom, but she uses the larger tv in her living room much more often. It's a 32" color console set that's about eight years old, and while it was still broadcasting a clear sound signal, there wasn't anything at all to be seen in the main picture tube. I made some tests with her tv and VCR, and the problem is clearly with her tv. My best bet is that the picture tube is blown, although it seems odd since that tv isn't really that old. One way or the other, finding out what is wrong will be a pain in the ass; replacing the tv (if it comes to that) will be a pain in the ass; and listening to my grandma bitch about it constantly throughout each day until its fixed or replaced will be an incredible pain. I'll be sure to get this problem sorted out as soon as possible, believe me, but it won't be any fun for either my grandma or me until there's a working tv in her living room. I guess in the big scheme of things these are both small problems, but for my grandma they have a tremendous negative impact upon the entire way she lives her life. That, in turn, will have a huge impact upon the entire way I live my life. Oh joy. Posted at 11:48 PM
It's been another moody day, and I've been set off time and again by people, my grandma mostly, to the point that I've had headaches and gotten weak. Some days, like today, my grandma is really just a bitch: criticizing my driving without cause, complaining about things that happened thirty years ago as if I can change them, telling me I don't know what I'm talking about when I have actual documentation in my hand (the recent "I had $13000 deposited in my checking account from my money market and now it's gone"-incident which was a complete fabrication of her tendency to worry about everything, even after I had showed her the last three months of statements of both her checking and money market accounts). Some of these bad days with my grandma come from days where her memory is particularly bad and she gets some worry stuck in her mind to such an extent that she won't use any reason or common sense and she becomes so obsessed that she doesn't even pay attention to anything I say. She'll even admit these things to me, and that just irritates me all the more. I can accept the memory problem as something that she doesn't like any better than me, and I can see how it isn't her fault, but she admits to not paying attention to what I say and to not really thinking about what she says. That, to me, is just rude and mean-spirited. I try to be accepting because, to some extent, these are the kinds of failings that many older people suffer. The problem is that on days that I'm really depressed, she can upset me like you wouldn't believe, and she just keeps goading me and goading me when all I want is to be alone. It sucks, and it has caused a number of ugly confrontations for both of us recently. I don't have the patience for days like this, and I simply must figure out a way to diffuse or avoid these types of situations. On the plus side, the season premiere of Stargate SG-1 was repeated tonight (and I'm still just saying, "Wow! That was just so incredibly beyond anything I expected."), and I had a great time watching that again. Following that repeat was the series premiere of the new spin-off of the series, Stargate Atlantis. I have mixed feelings about the new series. I like the cast of characters they've presented, and there has been a whole panoply of enemies and troubles developed for the cast to face for some time to come. The special effects, as usual with SciFi projects, is fantastic, and the technical/science-fiction concepts were exceptionally well thought-out. Even the typical humor I've come to love from the original series seems to be embedded in the new. With all of that said, however, I felt like my suspension of disbelief was being pushed a bit too far in certain situations. The initial launch of the entire project, in fact, seems unrealistic based on the decisions we've seen in the original series. The new team has little doubt that they will be going into an unknown place in a distant galaxy with no likely chance of ever returning to Earth, and they will end up using the only alien power-source they posses on earth, even though that power-source is the only thing that can power the alien weapon that is Earth's only defense against its own enemies. It just seems far too unlikely a choice. But... we'll let that slide. My next problem was the new set of Atlantis. It just looks sort of fake. Yes, it's supposed to look "alien", but it doesn't seem as realistic as every other world that we've seen on the original series. And the new enemies, the "Wraith", seem a little over-the-top in the make-up aspect, just (once again) seeming quite unrealistic. Maybe that's okay since they're supposed to be so far removed from what we know in our reality, but it just struck me as a bit "off". One way or another, I think my displeasure with certain aspects of the new series will be overcome. One problem in any new series, even a spinoff, is that the first episode (and even the first few) will invariably be sort of an introduction to the who, what and where of the show as well as a set-up for what you should expect (or at least what you should expect to wonder about). Even the best sci-fi shows suffer through this "getting you acquainted" situation, all while the cast needs to learn who their character is and how they relate to each other. With that in mind, the new series shows tremendous promise, and I look forward to seeing how things play out. I'm notably more excited about Stargate SG-1, but Stargate: Atlantis will certainly be keeping my attention for quite some time. Posted at 1:11 AM
Meh. Posted at 11:44 PM
Welcome to my schizophrenic world, where I switch from one overpowering emotion to another like a raving lunatic. The day started out innocently enough, getting up and getting myself together so that I could drive my grandma to the YMCA for her aquarobics class. I made sure that she had a ride from one of her classmates to get her to lunch and then home because I wouldn't be able to pick her up - I would be out of town. That simple beginning to the day went fine, and when I returned to the house I had an even more pleasant treat in the form of my new Airport Express devices from Apple, both of which had arrived this morning after just having left Taiwan yesterday (I've been tracking them). Nearly two months ago I bought a new telephone for my grandmother to replace her old and problematic phone/answering machine that barely worked in any useful manner any longer. The new phone had a digital answering machine that worked much better and had a time/date stamp, and the phone itself had much better volume control and audio clarity, helping my hearing-deficient grandmother wonderfully. She was (and continues to be) thrilled with this new phone. The problem involves the fact that this new phone is a 2.4 GHz device, having much better range and reception than older model cordless phones. I have yet to understand why, but this phone causes constant interference with my wireless internet through Airport Extreme. I have had a 2.4 GHz cordless phone myself for a few years, and while it does cause signal degradation and even signal loss on my wireless internet access, it only does so when I'm actually using it. This new phone of my grandmothers causes constant signal degradation, even when it's not in use and just charging. The end-result is that my broadcast area has shrunk and that has been rather frustrating. About a month ago Apple premiered the Airport Express, a small wireless broadcast device that also allowed for creating a wireless connection to a home stereo. My interest was in the possibility of using the device to extend the range of my Airport base station, however, putting one of the new devices in my bedroom and one in my living room. Now they're here, and the resulting signal strength is wonderful. I'm getting better signal strength than ever in certain areas, and I have none of the degradation I've experienced since the new phone came into the picture. So once again Apple came to the rescue, even in a timely manner, and I couldn't be happier. Having geeked out on the new technology, I got myself together and headed out, gassing up the car and grabbing some food for lunch on the road. The trip to Bowling Green was relaxing. I hadn't realized how little music I've been listening to, and having and hour or so of driving to listen to songs from my iPod was very enjoyable. I didn't even mind the moderate construction around Fremont (although it seems to me that they should be done by now, after over three months simply resurfacing a one-mile stretch of highway), and I didn't mind the single-lane traffic on the one bridge that's being rebuilt. I did mind the construction in Bowling Green, an omnipresent mess that envelops a huge part of the city (the entire part containing the campus). What made my blood boil is not the mess and confusion, not the fact that the amount of progress over a four month period is negligible to the naked eye, and not that it looks like the construction will almost surely continue through most of the school year (although all of that did bother me). No, what truly irritated me about the whole situation is to see that for all of the mess and slow-progress and for all of the trees that were felled, they are adding only one lane. Previously there had been three lanes: one lane each way plus a "suicide lane" for turning in either direction. My understanding was that there would be five lanes: two in each direction and a turn lane, but that apparently is wrong. There will now just be two lanes going each way, and not even extra lanes for turning at major intersections. For all of this time, expense, and hassle, the end-result is not going to have been remotely worth it. It just makes me crazy to see such an inane situation. There is clearly enough room for an additional lane, extra space that has already been dug up in the process of laying new sewer lines, and there is no reason that there shouldn't be a useful creation out of this project. It just defies all common sense. Regardless of the construction mess, I turned in the new batch of financial aid paperwork that was required of me, and I dropped off a "Hello" note to Phil since I hadn't caught him in his office. As I drove back to Sandusky I tried calling Christiana and Sarah, but neither of them were home. I would have enjoyed a nice long talk with either or both of them, but I ended up listening to more music, and that was nice in its own way. I got a bit depressed, though, having time to think and feeling sort of lonely. I haven't quite escaped this last bout of depression, and it comes back strong at times, and today was no exception. Once I was back in Sandusky, and before I fixed dinner, I found out that the Senate had voted on the Federal Marriage Amendment's procedural vote and had failed to get even a simple majority, failing 48-50. I was pleased to see that 45 Democrats, 6 Republicans, and the 1 Independent voted against the measure, and I was not surprised by the 3 Democrats who voted for it (knowing their past records of voting), but I was truly indignant that two Democrats, John Kerry and John Edwards, the presidential and vice-presidential nominees, were the only two members of the senate not to vote. Apparently taking a stand for the rights of a minority isn't important enough for them, even though it was for every other Senator. It pisses me off to no end that these two schmucks are trying to play some political game of being able to claim they didn't vote against the FMA but that they would have, hoping to please people on both sides of the issue. As far as I'm concerned all they have done is proven to both sides that they don't hold the values either conservatives or liberals expect and demand. I doubt that I will ever be able to muster any respect or appreciation for Kerry-Edwards, regardless of what they might do in office, assuming that they even get elected. I hate to say it, but even as much as I want Bush out of office, I don't want Kerry in. And I don't think I'm alone in this feeling. It's amazing to me that the Democrats can screw up an election where it was clear that "anybody other than Bush" was all that was required. It should have been that simple, but in attempting to please everyone and upset no one, Kerry is failing to satisfy any potential voters, and that could well be his undoing. I guess we'll see. Anyhow, that's my day on the emotional roller coaster. There's more, really, but those emotional shifts are minor and inconsequential (not to say that this stuff isn't probably inconsequential as well). But I'm pretty fucking tried now. Rolling through so many strong emotions is exhausting, and I'm pretty much done for the day.
The Republican leaders of the Senate now realize and admit that the anti-gay Federal Marriage Amendment cannot possibly be passed and may not even have a majority of votes. Yet rather than move on, as they do with countless other bills in similar situations, they plan to continue forward to hold voting in the hopes of setting up an ideological war between those who support the amendment and those who don't, emphasizing (they hope) the divide between conservatives and liberals. Of course it's not so simple considering Republicans are on both sides of this issue in the Senate, but the Republicans will clearly try to get the religious right fired up against the Democrats who by-and-large will be the main voting block against the FMA. These sorts of tactics, as well as the FMA itself, have aggravated me beyond rational thought for months, but now I may actually be even more pissed off to learn that John Kerry and John Edwards don't even plan to go to Washington to cast their votes on this issue. It's seen as "politically convenient" not to be forced to chose one side or the other in a vote, but by avoiding voting against such discriminatory legislation, they are both sending a clear message that the rights and liberties of gay Americans really just don't matter to them at all. They could make a stand and make clear that this sort of gay-bashing tactic is wrong and meant to be fought, but instead they choose to send the message that gay people aren't worth the time it would take to fly to Washington and take a few minutes to cast their votes on import nat legislation. Of course it now goes beyond the words of Emperor Bush and the battleground of the Senate, and the Republican leaders of the House of Representatives plan to have arguments leading to a debate just before the November elections. In the House, where the Republicans hold a clear majority, the FMA could very likely pass, and the Republicans could not only try to paint the Democrats as "anti-family" (whatever the fuck that is supposed to mean), but they can also send the bill to the Senate once again, leading to even more debate right at the time of elections. All of this is meant to be polarizing politics, trying to bring forth the masse of the Christian Coalition and the Religious Right to swell the masses of those who would vote Republican in the fall. It's evil, I tell you - purely evil. Remember this in November. Send a clear message to the Republicans and VOTE THEIR ASSES OUT OF OFFICE. That way Washington will be notably less evil.
Posted at 12:22 AM
Emperor Bush yet again reveals his true colors: bigotry, self-righteousness, deception, and the predilection to throw blame onto somebody else for something he has done. While these traits apply to so many issues that currently face the nation and various political roundtables, in this case I refer to the Shrub's treatment of African-Americans, specifically apparent in his repeated annual refusal to attend the NAACP's national convention. This year he not only claimed he had "scheduling problems" as he has every year during his term in office, but he changed from that excuse within a day and claimed he would not attend because the NAACP had spoken unfavorable comments about him. Boo hoo! Poor baby! The NAACP has every reason to decry Bush's tendency to ignore and mistreat the black community, and I can only hope that the people of America will see this ugly example of Bush's "inclusive", "compassionate conservatism" as a clear example of who he truly is and what he truly represents. This country where "all men are created equal" does not deserve such a low-life to hold any political office, let alone the highest position in the land. Make your vote against this bigot ring loud and clear. Go home, Dubbya. You do not represent what this country is about.
Posted at 12:27 AM
Edward R. Murrow, the progenitor of responsibility, accuracy, and factual neutrality in modern journalism, is surely rolling over constantly in his grave these days. Sadly, facts supposedly don't sell newspapers or make decent tv ratings, so making things more "exciting" or more biased are top priority, even when there are no facts to bear out the story (in fact, even when the facts clearly point in exactly the opposite direction. Don't believe everything you read, but read enough to be able to determine the truth for yourself. The media, as this column from the Baltimore Sun states, will rarely be helpful in giving you unbiased, factual information.
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