Thursday, September 29, 2005

thursday blues

john roberts is in.
terminator vetoed the gay marriage bill.
kid #3 called me at work today, puking and crying hysterically.
(yes, at the same time.)
i rushed home. luckily my commute is only seven miles.
glad i came home. so is she.


trying so, so hard to keep the old chin up.
delay being indicted was a start. and now maybe
bill frist will be found-out.
but roberts--for life? and who else will bush parade
out to us all, to proclaim his or her worthiness?
i don't like his friends, thus far.



and why can't gay people marry? planes can fly into buildings.
prisoners can be tortured. american citizens can be left to die
in the streets of new orleans.


i'm looking for that up side, i really am. but like so many, i am feeling
pretty pulverized by the continuing destruction of all that is good.

Monday, September 26, 2005

rudie can't fail

click above for the rude pundit's latest, if you have not seen it already.

the rude one rules!

caution: may contain offensive (to some) language.

proceed at your own risk.

Sunday, September 25, 2005

happy birthday, dear blogzie !



alvin lee - just for you, birthday girl!

thanks for being born this day.

i celebrate the fact that you are a caring, thinking, unique individual.

it's so refreshing!

best to you, today and always.

xoxoxo

Saturday, September 24, 2005

be the rain




finally watched greendale tonight. we've had the cd and listened plenty, since it came out last year. g-man and i never saw the accompanying movie. so glad that we did.

neil's another of my musical touchstones, to put it in goofy, sentimental terms. i could go on at length about the incredible shows i have seen over the last few decades. but i won't. perhaps another time. just wanted to say that it's an odd little film with some fine messages and real cool-sounding songs. well worth seeing, if you like such things. to learn more about greendale than just my fairly-slanted opinion, you can click on the title to read-up on it. there you will find a trailer of the film for your listening and viewing pleasure.

greendale is about a family in a small coastal town, and layers of tragedy. more-than-that, it's about saving the mother. (mother earth) sounds like a plan...if only.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

come on into my kitchen...

click on title of the post for a good read....


lorraine of culture kitchen pretty much nails it, i think.

today would have been the 76th birthday of my mom. she died in 1981, when i was a few months pregnant with my son. i still like remembering her birthday. so much she did not get to see...like any of her grandchildren. as i approach the age she was when she died, i feel a bit weird.

"life goes on and on and on..." ray davies

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

dirty little secret

Your Daddy Is Darth Vader

What You Call Him: Papi

Why You Love Him: He's your sugar daddy




...forgive my silly behavior. sometimes it's all i've got. especially when so much seems to suck. as the beatles sang: "it's getting better all the time-can't get much worse." ...right?

Monday, September 19, 2005

strange daze indeed

no way around it. the ways of this world can really get to an old gal like me sometimes. and lately it's been so painful just to read any hear any watch ANYTHING news-related. but i do-always. and then i'll be at my droll little job wondering why it is that i feel like screaming out loud. so much loss. so many people. how can this be happening-how did we LET it happen? not just new orleans. everywhere. everyone and everything. all so distorted.

but no. i go about the day, taking care of everyone's issues while stuffing this growing frustration with the people in this country. the ones who refuse to face the truth about why people waited so long in new orleans. and then i remember me- as a child, already seeing the ugliness of racism. and sometimes even feeling ashamed to be a white person because of that ugliness. maybe that's what happens when you grow up watching martin luther king speak the truth with such eloquence- only to be murdered.

on a familial note, i had a very quick tour of the greater san francisco bay area on saturday, when i drove my charming young son to oakland. we also stopped and saw college daughter on the way there, and then i stopped again at college daughter's on the return trip. she and i had dinner together, and then i hit the road for home. i was in 5 different counties and crossed 3 major bridges, and drove about 350 miles. all in a days work. it was hard to say goodbye to my boy. having him around all summer was a precious gift. there were so many times that i just marveled at my luck as a mom, to have him in this life of mine. my kids make sense when absolutely nothing else does.

but seriously, something has GOT to give. i will bet that the peace march this saturday in d.c. will be hugely powerful. people are pissed-collectively.


...nobody said there'd be days like these. strange days indeed. (most peculiar, mama)

Sunday, September 18, 2005

post secret

higher ground

the title links to the preview and line-up of amazing music and more.
i am referring to the hurricane relief benefit on pbs last night. who else watched? so many of my favorite folk were a part of it...toni morrison was jaw-droppingly brilliant. and i bet it raised a ton of money for the forgotten people. a really tastefully-executed benefit. if you missed it, i bet it will be shown again.

as i walked in the door from my whirlwind tour, elvis costello had just walked on stage. my sweetheart and i saw him in march, and it was a near-perfect night of music. and then there's diana krall, holy shit. what a pair, eh?

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

i will not be broken




bonnie's new one is incredible. the title cut gives me chills, through-and-through.
her music has done that to me for 30 years now, starting with "home plate" at the tender age of 18.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

the downward spiral




how is everyone doing, four years after this horrific day in history?

feeling better about things? stronger? more respected? not me.

the divide created by that day, and all of the awful days since then just keeps growing. us and them.

remember when he said he was a "uniter not a divider" way-back-when?

that day changed many things in our lives. and the cruel changes just keep on coming. i am not a proud american tonight. but i'd love to be given the opportunity to be one again.


when might that be?

Thursday, September 08, 2005

"go fuck yourself, cheney"




my sentiments exactly...did anyone catch the brave american who shouted out those words to dick cheney today, as he was touring biloxi? brilliant.

"chant down babylon"

Saturday, September 03, 2005

one thing i thrive on :

hell on earth

so many important things are getting said.

(read the link if you wish to.)

my heart has ached for days.

helpless~helpless~helpless~helpless

a changing view

Friday, September 02, 2005

on the turning away





no more turning away

from the weak and the weary

no more turning away

from the coldness inside

just a world that we all must share

it's not enough just to stand and stare

is it only a dream that there'll be

no more turning away?


david gilmour & roger waters

Thursday, September 01, 2005

what makes us "better" than those other countries, tell me again?


my head is reeling in disbelief.
i must sleep.
but first, another link.
unbefuckinlievable, folks.

what's goin' on?

you can click the title to read a washington post article that relates to the racial issues which have clearly defined this tragedy, i think.

at first i thought i ought to not say much about all that
has happened and continues to happen in new orleans.

mostly because i live in california, and although i have dreamed of getting there for about 30 years, i have not ever been. i have no clue whatsoever as to what this all feels like to the people that are living and dying in this nightmare.i did go through the 1989 loma prieta earthquake in santa cruz, and there was loss of life and much property damage. and it was the most frightening day of my life. but nothing that i have ever seen compares to this. nothing ever could.

all i want to say is-- how? how can we just LEAVE people like this?
if they were not poor, if they were not primarily black people, would we just let them die, and go without water and food? the babies, the kids...how the hell can this be happening? many people are acting as though the looters are the worst thing about all of this. excuse me? can you say cause and effect? why were the national guard not sent in immediately, before everything turned to absolute chaos? oh, wait...they're guarding the oil fields in iraq. prioritites, you know.

maybe it bothers me so much because i am not a wealthy american. i work at a job that entitles me to be classified as a member of the working poor. we have nothing monetarily to spare in my household. our cars are old cars. we will have little or nothing to retire on. so, i have a keen sense of how close to the edge of poverty one can so easily be, in this fine land of my birth.

and yet, i am so, so lucky, in comparison to the poor souls in new orleans and beyond. i have a cozy shack to live in with my family. electricity and running water. water to drink, food to cook. a job that pays me (almost) enough to live on.
and i get to live in one of the last bastions of rugged beauty on the california coast. far from cities and high crime rates.

anyone who does not hold the president accountable for this national disgrace is delusional and beyond all help. bush doesn't care about them. or you. or me.