It's Called The Job, Sir

With all due respect, Mr. President, you might want to get used to the fact (or inform your media buddies) that you are not a private citizen for the remainder of your term. You can't always expect a restful Chrismas vacation. I know everyone hates comparing your administration to the the previous one, but do remember that even he couldn't go read stories to little Floridians without being interrupted with news about plane crashes. It's how the job goes.
I suppose I can give you the benefit of the doubt: it is not you complaining of no R & R on vacay, but your media buddies. Maybe they're the ones complaining that THEY couldn't get rest over the holidays because of some nut job trying to blow up a plane. Sorry guys, news happens when it happens. I know, maybe we can encourage the terrorists and idiots around the world who want to kill Americans to do it on a more convenient time frame, and not over the holidays. Maybe talk to Fox News and see if they can get that word out, as they're not really doing any real news coverage; therefore, they have time to work on that.
Now if you'll excuse me, the baby is crying, the washer is out-of-balance, and the phone is ringing, so I can't have a restful blog-typing session. Maybe next time.

Rememberies

November 10, 1483: Martin Luther's birthday.

November 10, 1975: The Edmund Fitzgerald sank.
These two incidents are completely unrelated, and I remember neither of them; however, it is good to reflect on their historicity.

Another anniversary is the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989. I do remember this event fairly well, as well as its historical impact on the world. I met a German once who had photographs of the Wall coming down, as he lived in Berlin in 1989. The pictures were exactly like the magazine pictures, postcards, and news footage we saw in America. I pondered what it would be like to be at such an historical event.

There are pieces of the Berlin Wall everywhere these days. In the years after 1989, pieces were packaged and sold on the streets of Berlin. I purchased one when I was over there. Larger sections of the wall were sent around the world. A major section can be seen at the Ronald Reagan Library in Simi Valley, California. Then there are these sections in Las Vegas. It is a tale of irony and sarcasm. The formidable wall which once meant death to those who attempted to cross it and symbolized the divide between communism and capitalism is now reduced to this.

There's a lesson in there somewhere. . .

Cover, Wash, Repeat

Our school has been getting emails about H1N1 and how to prevent the spread thereof. Part of prevention is covering one's sneezes. Crook of the arm, people--not the hand! Does there need to be a demonstration?

Part of prevention is handwashing. Okay, fine; I have a request: Make handwashing better for the public when it comes to public restrooms.
First, if proper handwashing is lather for 15-20 seconds, replace silly push-top or twist-and hold on faucets. A proper handwasher just gets soap all over the handle. Then if they don't stay on, the germs one has just lathered off gets right back on when the faucet has to be turned back on. In a similar vein, have spigots that are not all hot or all cold. Have a lukewarm setting. After 20 seconds of lathering, the hot often gets too hot, and then one has to germify the hands again to turn on the cold to keep from getting scalded.
Second, please replace the air dryers with paper towels. Proper handwashing indicates turning off the faucet with paper towels. It's difficult to do that when there are no paper towels. I don't care how many trees or landfills are saved. Try replacing the styrofoam containers instead of taking paper towels away.
Third, please make the door push on exiting the bathroom, not a handle to pull. It defeats the purpose of handwashing. Either that or put a trash can near the door so that a proper handwasher can pull the handle with a paper towel and then have a place to properly dispose of it without having to throw it on the floor or do some yoga-like stretching exercises to hold the door with one foot and reach the trash can.
Remember: Only you can prevent the flu. We need to eradicate H1N1 lest healthcare reform impact flu coverage.

The Illusion Shattered

I've come to the conclusion that Facebook can be--not a bad thing, not a negative thing--I guess it's a disillusioning tool. It is disillusioning in the sense that there are people from my youth who have become more or less characters; a person to be mentioned in a story the way Dave Barry might mention a kid on the block from his past. Characters don't grow up and have Facebook pages. They stay static. So when one comes across one of these characters and discover they have become an adult just like the rest of us and have an actual life, it's like finding out that Superman has become a flabby, middle-aged journalist and doesn't feel like running around saving the world when his allergies are flared up. I guess it happens to the best of us.

I'm Fine, Thanks

I've discovered that telling someone I'm pregnant is rather like when I was in college and told someone I was from California.

Telling someone you're from California always elicits a response such as these: "Oh, my (cousin/brother/niece/sister-in-law's best friend's boyfriend) lives in California in (random town one has never heard of);" or "I visited California on vacation--I hated/loved it;" or "I was stationed there when I was in the military." No matter what, there is ALWAYS a response; but tell someone you're from a random midwestern state and they'll say, "Oh."

Being pregnant elicits a gamut of responses ranging from "when I was pregnant" to some horror story that could curl hair. Nowadays I mostly get more free advice than I can ever process. I am constantly answering the questions, "How are you feeling?" and "Do you know what you're having?" Here are my answers--mark them down--"Fine," and "A baby." Okay, the last answer is a little glib, but we are waiting until birth to find out if it's a boy or girl. Old-fashioned, sure, but hey, if it was good enough for our parents. . .

Maybe I shouldn't be so testy; after all, all this attention cancels out the problem I seem to be having lately: invisibility--but that's another post for another day.

I Thought I Smelt Something Odd

Rating: MS
So what is going on in that region called California? The water has been shut off to save the fish at the expense of the people.
There is no question that the Central Valley of California is the agricultural nerve center it is only because irrigation has turned what is technically classified as a desert into farmland. Without water there are no crops, jobs, or food for much of the country.
Environmentalists have been at odds with California issues for decades. The legend says that John Muir died of a broken heart because of the dam built on the Hetch Hetchee which flooded one of his favorite valleys in Yosemite. It may be fact, it may be legend--I don't know. Then there was the spotted owl crisis. I distinctly remember the prevention of the development of a piece of property due to a kit fox living there. Now the water will not flow because of an endangered fish.
I do not encourage deliberate harm to the environment. I don't think that the draining of Tulare Lake was the best idea. I think it is important to save endagered species like the condor. It is right to save the environment at the expense of the people? Yes, yes, I hear you--what good is saving the people if they have no place to live? Let me pose the opposite--what good is saving the place to live if there are not people to live there?
There are tens of thousands of people out of work and food prices are bound to climb. In this economy the government which is pumping billions of dollars into the country to help pull its people out of a recession/depression is the same government which has deepened the economic crisis in the Central Valley by turning off the water.
Ebenezer Scrooge told those seeking philanthropy ". . .if [the poor] are to die, then let them die." Later the ghost of Christmas present says tells Scrooge that before he makes statements such as these, he might want to know who the poor are before he makes a blanket statement. Maybe those who fought to shut off the water should also consider the people who are being deprived of their livelyhood--or make other plans to pump water to vital crops.
Perhaps people just aren't important to some people, and that's the problem more than 3-inch fish getting caught in pumps.

Just Joking!

Rating: All in Fun. . .
Do NoT tRy To AdJuSt YoUr CoMpUtEr. It Is ApRiL fIrSt. . .
You may not be able to adjust it anyway, as it may have crashed--thanks to the Conficker worm.
I'm not really a party pooper--I like a good joke; however, I guess I've never understood the point of April Fool's Day. I once read that historically it goes back to the old calendar and the new year began on April 1, not January 1. People who continued to celebrate April 1 as the new year were called "April Fools." I don't know if that's the truth; it's certainly plausible. I am just too lazy to look it up.
Still, what's the point of pranks? A good prank now and then is sure to get a laugh; in fact, I'd love to "get them good" for once. Who? Anyone, I just can never pull it off with a straight face.
Still, the April Fool's Day pranks seem futile. It starts with the elementary school children: "You have a spider on your shoulder." Yeah, yeah, that one gets old after about 5 minutes.
They tend to become a little more elaborate in junior high and high school, but with more elaborate comes the tendency to be more mean-spirited as well.
Aside from newspaper comics and some TV shows, do many adults pull April Fool's Day pranks (aside from the afore-mentioned malicious Conficker worm)?
Fortunately, it lasts only a day.