Thursday, November 17, 2016

Translation: The Test Float

Headline:
"Bolton Calls Regime Change 'the Only Long-Term Solution' in Iran"

Translation:
They want to launch a war in Iran, a long-term invasion, just like they did in Iraq.

Yes, I know what they said about Iraq. And I knew it was nonsense.

This is the test float

I already know what my next letter to those two will be about.
Dear Giggle Twins...

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Even after bluster goes

Yes, I understand John Kasich won't take the post. Maybe he should, though. Maybe it's time for Republicans who hold themselves up as so responsible to step up and help their new leader--or help him at least as much as outgoing Democrat President Obama has and will. It would seem Obama was the one to break the news to Trump that he would need to replace the White House staff, what? Why? How does that happen? The incompetence, that's what scares me most of all. It stays, even after bluster goes

First of Many Notes, Calls, Et Al. to the Trump-Pence Administration

Yes, we're through the looking glass. Yes, I know the problems with Kasich, first and foremost his stripping away of women's health care and Planned Parenthood, accompanied by the usual nonsense rationalizations for lady suppression from a man who may or may not be able to identify different parts of the female autonomy with any accuracy. However: See sentence 1.

Hi, there. I am a liberal native New Yorker, now based in California, who is writing for two reasons.

1. I'd like to convey my deep, sincere concern about the potential appointment of Rudy Giuliani to the post of Secretary of State. This is not a partisan issue for me, though I do not agree with his policies, nor do many police leaders in this country, which is turning toward community policing and away from the authoritarian and ineffective stop and frisk policy. However, my true worry is that I don't feel he's stable or diplomatic enough to work with diverse world leaders and representatives. He yells, he screams, he gets red faced, he inadvertently spits on people, both literally and figuratively. I don't think he would serve your administration well, or at all; in contrast, I believe he would put us all at risk with his inability to control himself in public.

2. I'd like to make what I think is a great suggestion that would have some partisan cross-over appeal: Appoint John Kasich as Secretary of State. He has strong executive experience, is diplomatic and generally well regarded by all of his colleagues, and strikes me as a modest, hard-working person who reaches across the aisle, when you review his achievements. I hope you will appoint him or someone with these qualities.

Thanks very much.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Even after they live

Talking to Myself on This Thing Again

The reason I'm stalling on the play I'm writing is, I've now realized, that I'm actually not stalling, 30 pages out. No. What I'm doing is downshifting and now turning the nose of this plane straight down to go barreling through the earth since what the characters are about to endure, while the product of environmental destruction, is pretty grim, physical in the psychological damage it will inflict. What a weird, non-paying job this is. I enjoy it. At the same time, I cannot wait to be done with this play, alongside that other play, but the thing about this particular play is time feels elongated, rather than truncated as in the other play, and that's part of the trap, so it's like I'm experiencing that just in writing it. A satisfying yet glacial pace, now turn and pivot straight down to go barreling through the earth. No one gets out alive. Even after they live through it.

Wednesday, November 09, 2016

And Then There's the Flip Side of Catharsis, Hope, Semblance of Stability...


Silver lining: I'm glad to live in the neighborhood displaying this sign.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

At Last: Please Hurry to Me, Madame President To Be

Tho I did not request this, when I got to my polling place today, the state of California had marked me down as a vote by mail voter, something I have never done: I've always gone to vote in person, including during the recent primary.

I did get a ballot in the mail, but didn't fill it out because this is too important to me to do by mail. I haven't voted in a federal election as a California resident since 2004, so wasn't sure if ballot by mail was simply an option offered to everyone, or what. I did use the corresponding information packet to figure out my yay or nay on the 17 propositions. 17!

I was ready to roll. Then,

the young dude poll worker checking me in saw that, much to my surprise, I was down in the book as vote by mail and went, "No, sorry; you voted by mail."

As if, "Oh, yes; I cede my rights to you--of course, dude." Or: "Oh, right; I'm such a silly. I forgot I already voted. Good thing you're here to tell me what I've done, having just met my silly self."

Instead, it was: "No, sorry, I didn't; I always vote in person and I'm here to exercise my right to do so again today."

You know, if I were older, younger, less educated, less determined, less informed, etc., I can see how his immediate dismissal of me as a voter would have resulted in my being turned away from exercising my right to vote, which...why is that his priority?

Fortunately, the older man working next to the younger dude had better priorities and, it turns out, was a long-time in-person voter like me. He said they'd give me a provisional ballot and urged me to call the registrar and complain about the change in status. Cool. Even if the word "provisional" was a bit worrying...however, I was well past the deadline to vote by mail, so what choice did I have?

I was annoyed, but courteous. I did not yell. I begin to go through this list, first in my mind, as, sure, a self check on my behavior, but also because men have been so quick, throughout, well, the ages to pin the "crazy" label on us women--simply for doing something they didn't like, such as, say, requesting then demanding then winning the right to vote. This seems to continue to this day. Men decide a behavior a woman does is problematic and go about "correcting" it. Perhaps the behavior is not problematic; perhaps they just prefer more submissive women. And that's their right--in their personal lives. What I don't think is right, in contrast to 53 percent of white women, is trying to legislate all women based on submissive, gender role, anti-choice preferences. I've had decades to think about how this echos into certain behaviors certain men have exhibited, and (alas) continue to exhibit, and I don't think it's ill intended in general, though of course from some it is. However, I'm not interested in being cast as a bit player, or as confused, or as nuts for not being deferential. I'm just interested in mutual respect and clear communication. We don't need to get all involved in your extracurricular expectations.

So, alright, the older gentleman poll worker set me up and off I go to the provisional ballot table (knock wood), led by older man poll worker 2, who seems to think he needs to guide me, walking as close as possible and scrutinizing my face and the emotion he is reading there--why, I don't know, though see the latter: I'm being cast in some role, even as I sit at the table and begin to fill out the provisional ballot application or information sheet. Even as he leaned over to watch me write, something I've been doing quite some time, he did not give information. He did have the gall to chuckle and tell me to "Calm down; you'll get to vote." Oh, I see: female assertion as attack. Oh, I see, I'm in your fantasy beauty pageant, the scrutinizing, the command, however subconscious, to arrange my facial expression and demeanor to the liking of a man who needs a better focus.

I felt like saying, "Dude, this isn't about you." But he would've gone nuts; I mean, women are crazy, imagining things all of the time, including when you're leaning close enough to touch them as they're trying to fill out voting information and basically mocking them by laughing at them when no one's telling any jokes. That is a bizarre way to treat half the earth's population. That is a bizarre set of expectations to impose on so many strangers. I don't impose that on men; I don't want it imposed on me. And I won't have it: Not Today.

So, to recap, that was two of three male poll workers acting like they're granting me some favor here, "letting" me vote. Granted, there was just a public call from certain Trumpers to repeal the 19th amendment, so guess I better smile--I mean: No.

Instead, it was: "I am calm. I don't need you to tell me to calm down. I don't need to listen to you laugh. I just need to vote. Today. Now. Here." For Her.

And so I did. At last!

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Our San Francisco Nights Together

Last October






Tuesday, September 20, 2016

I Said:

Take a breather

Take a knee