Drainage

Sink now drains and drain does not leak. Will still need to be replaced shortly, but until then, I can brush my teeth and wash my hands and dishes. Joy!

I need Joe the Plumber

Well, not the famous one who's not actually a plumber, or Joe for that matter, but the metaphorical Joe. There is a Joe the Plumber about 10 miles away and according to the updates on his website, his business and notariety have picked up tremendously. I hope he keeps the momentum, given that he is actually a licensed plumber and sounds like a nice guy.

Currently I have no kitchen sink, so I've been using the bathroom sink. The bathroom sink has clogged up semi-regularly since I moved in, but hot water and a draino type treatment have done the trick - that, or the neighbors getting their drain unclogged made my lines run better. This sink clogged up today and for the first time will not get unclogged. (No I have not dumped anything larger than remnant tea leaf flakes into it.) So I took the drain apart. The bit that I've been told is the AC drain which branches into my drain was clogged full of orange, sandy goo. My suspicion is that whatever this crud is, it is leaking into my drain and clogging it with sand. Which Draino doesn't touch. The clog has to be further than 12" into my drain which is as far as I can reach. (Don't get me started on how useless plumbers snakes are.)



Now I need a plumber to fix it. I'm not sure if the plumber is also the person to fix the AC drain - I need to stop the crud from getting in there or the problem will repeat. I'm hoping I can just get the drain unclogged for now, though, and here's why:
I have a new sink to replace my cruddy looking, non-level, stained on.
I have a new faucet to replace my cruddy looking, backwards hooked up, rust flaking, leaking one.
I have a new drain stem to replace the one that leaks.
I have a new drain segment to replace the one that clogs, although it may be unnecessary.
I have a new vanity cabinet to replace the one that is water damaged and ugly with glued on knobs. However, the new vanity cabinet is not assembled, and I don't want it to get water damaged either while this whole mess gets figured out.

There's a little irony going on as my new dishwasher arrived just this morning and my primary complaint is that I can't wash dishes. Rather I don't really want to wash them in the tub even though it got a good cloroxing just yesterday.

So, I've looked up plumbers on line and sent an email to the date asking for a recommendation. We'll see what kind of response I get. As the toilet and tub still work, we're only at semi-emergency status. But I don't want to get ready for work without a sink. That's what camping is for.

Mapquest v Google Maps

I've been a Mapquest user for years. But I'm being converted to the extra freaky Google Maps because I can search for something nearby where I want to wind up, then actually find my destination on the map, *mark it* and get directions to the more precise location. I'm not saying Mapquest won't allow this, but I was unable to stumble across how to do it.

I got directions to my friend's parents' house out in the desert. It feels like it takes 6 years to drive there, but really, it's about 90 minutes. Go to the glass studio, head north another 7 miles, then exit through the mountain passes and go another 40 miles. Turn right off the freeway, make a left after the Lowes, and then a right. Couldn't be simpler. But the addresses in Lancaster are bizarre. Street K, Avenue Q, and whatnot then subdivide these into M-12 and N-13. Mapquest didn't want to help me figure out the specifics.

Turns out I Google-mapped the address last Christmas because it was still in my memory cache. I hit a wrong button because the computer is responding slowly today, and the street view popped up. Yep. That's their minivan, in their front driveway. So I checked out the view, looking for points of interest. (There are none in Lancaster from what I can tell.) Then it took me stepwise backward through the directions with the street view. When I got a couple turns back, I clicked down the road view until I found the Lowes. Then I checked for visual cues near the freeway exit. Cool tool. Powerful. Frightening.

I'm one of those people who believes that guns don't kill people, people with guns kill people. Every useful tool, and some less useful things, can be used for good or ill, and likely as a weapon. Every time I'm searched for knives before boarding a plane I think about how long it takes to twist my free can of soda in two to get two jagged cutting blades. Or how one could mess with someone's vision shooting shaken soda at them. Or how one could use a shoelace or bra strap as a garrote. And I wonder anew at why they bother searching for pocketknives.

There's a weird mentality about useful tools. Some tools are clearly so overwhelmingly dangerous in the hands of the average user that they must be restricted for the common good. Some require training but have wide adoption, like automobiles. There are other tools which are commonly seen or used as weapons, but for which there are innumerable functional uses, which are much less dangerous than cars, but which are banned for air travel, like pocket knives. I carry one intermittently because they're danged useful, but I don't want to lose it at the airport. Yet pocket knives are relatively safe in terms of how easy it is for the average user to seriously hurt someone with it. If you have someone who is deft with personal injury via pocketknife, they probably don't need the pocketknife. By that point the restriction is useless, so really it's just taking a useful tool out of responsible hands.

Which brings me to safety strategy.

For the average person, it's enough to deter crimes of opportunity. Your neighborhood can dictate which opportunities are most likely. Some neighborhoods are generally safe enough to leave doors and windows open most of the time. In some this can be done part of the time. Some are actively dangerous at any time. One adapts to the local threat level. For me, I lock car doors and windows (also keeps out spiders), lock my condo doors and windows, and try to be alert when walking somewhere alone. That's pretty much enough. Reasonable measures against low threat means unlikely to be a crime victim. Not impossible, but unlikely.

But if someone is targeting me or you specifically, it's extremely hard to provide sufficient protection against the threats. This is why we have the Secret Service providing multi-person round the clock details on each of their clients. It's not enough to lock the doors, one must also rent the hotel rooms above and below, clear out local airspace, use dummy cars, bulletproof glass... and still there are large risks. One of the bravest things I ever seen someone do? Obama standing in front of crowds of a hundred thousand people, out there in front of God and everybody, before the election, and speaking. Seriously. A hundred thousand people can love him, but one crackpot can ruin everything.

Why am I going here just before thanksgiving? Because Google Maps is one of those nebulous, frightening things which my search just reminded me. I'm sure 98% of people use it for good. Probably more. They probably don't think it's dangerous just as they don't consider their car to be the deadly weapon that it is. I fear what this does in the hands of someone who really has it in for you. And the Air Force base that was so easy to spot on the map last year is hush-hush this year, so the google folk are cluing in too. Still and all, it's harder than ever to hide.

Fortunately, most of us don't need to hide and don't have people coming after us. I want to keep living in a world where that is true. I believe that cooperation is more likely to lead to long term survival than power struggles. I also believe that more information in the hands of many is generally safer than less information or restriction on information. But it's hard to reconcile this belief with the creepiness of a street level into my friends' window.

Fun Stuff

Playing around on the web today, I found fun stuff.

• All kinds of crafty links which inspired me to add the sidebar "Artsy Fartsy".


• Someone has spent quality time reconstructing the history of plate tectonics. In Pictures even.


• Search images by color, for instance lots of orange and a little green. I can't figure out how to do a picture capture to post. My fav freeware or a PC is faststone capture, but I don't think it works on Macs. Then I'd have to save it somewhere, upload it, then post it. And I'm too busy playing with it to bother.

In case I don't update soon, I'll be driving to the back of beyond (aka over the mountains and through the char to my friend's mother's house I go) for Thanksgiving. Next year, I'm hoping to have the shindig at my place. But until then, Cheers! And Happy Thanksgiving.

You Breathe That?

I went into the Valley today to blow some glass. Lots of glass. I had an ornament commission to fill. And it would be a slam dunk but for my oddly low yield. I kept getting some spiral fractures from the top of the ornaments while putting hooks on. In a normal day when I make, say 35 ornaments, I might completely bungle at most 2 or 3 and have a similar number of odd looking seconds. Today, I completely destroyed 9 ornaments and had about 7 "seconds". Of about 50. Which means I doubled my scrap rate. Nuts!

I'm going to go medieval and blame the bad air. Normally when I drive into the Valley, I can see all the way to the mountains on the other side of Burbank. Today, I could barely see to the next exit. It's been quite a few days since the fires got put out, but the air is still filled with ash. It was almost possible to look directly at the sun due to the filtering effects. It looks nasty and grey with a sickly yellow tinge. It reminded me of my old bedroom carpet. Or what I imagine London in the days of coal heating to look like. Yuck.

Fortunately, my air seems pretty clean in comparison. And I work in a HEPA filtered cleanroom for part of the day. But there is ash "dust" on my patio and stoop. I wonder if it's blowing over from the Valley.

I've been watching (and by that, I mean listening to while doing other stuff like blogging) lots of TV programs about the history of Earth and related science. Whenever someone says "oh, volcanic eruptions can disrupt crops somewhere else" I can say, "well, maybe, but it wouldn't be *that* bad, would it?" Yes, I know about the year with no summer after Krakatoa or a similar volcano blew. I know that intellectually. Kind of how I know I have too much stuff but don't really believe I have too much. It's different when you see it. And it wasn't until I noticed the halo around the sun that it really clicked.

I think I was slow to believe because I've never lived anywhere that air got trapped before. In Boston, I lived within 2 miles of the ocean and 2 hours from mountains. In Minnesota, the wind picks up speed across Alberta and North Dakota before sheering across, so it's got some good momentum going. It does not stick around. Here in the LA area, it's alarming to see the air on some days. One day I drove over the 405 into LA and there was a distinct line where the air was clear on top and greenish underneath. Bleah. My little valley has a good air flow down to the ocean, thankfully keeping it pretty clean.

Now I get it. Yep. A big impact crater can throw a lot more crud into the air than a coupla bad fires. A really bad volcano can block out the sun too. Thousands of volcanoes would be tough to take. There seem to be a lot of scientists pointing out that there were lots of volcanoes when the "great dying" of 250 million years ago and the dinosaur wipe out of 65 million years ago. And I just learned why - andipodal effects. Remember how the tsunami of a couple years ago was triggered by an earthquake? Similarly, a big meteor impact can cause vulcanism on the opposite side of the globe.

It appears that the 250myo event had a roughly 7 mile diameter meteor impact which caused most of Siberia to get covered in sympathetic lava. Something like that is bound to wreak a little havoc. In this case 99% of life on earth died off and dinosaurs rose from the rubble. I don't know which volcanoes triggered for the 65myo dinosaur di-eoff event, but it was likely a 6 mile diameter meteor so presumable there were some. I'm starting to think there's something to that volcano theory after all.

I'd also never gotten a good explanation for "hot spots" that create things like Hawaii, until just now - antipodal effects of impacts causing weak spots and compressions on the opposite side of the globe. This works for me. It makes a lot of sense. And seeing Hawaii's hot spot is still going strong, so it makes more sense to me now that volcanoes so coincidentally timed would continue to spew effluvia for enough years to really stick it to everyone. So... what was opposite the start of Hawaii's island chain? It makes me want to print out a large map from google maps and piece the continents back together. Well, I want to do that anyway.

And I also wonder, does an impact that large change the earth's orbital position relative to the sun at all? Even a mm? I should do the calculations... Could it change the rate of rotation or the angle of tilt? Because that would also mess up the existing life forms. I wonder also, when Shoemaker-Levy 9 hit Jupiter, did anything spew out from an antipode? We got the good view of the impact, so we wouldn't have seen the back. Or does gas not transmit the shock as well as water or solids? Or was it just too small for Jupiter to notice?

Anyhow, the air was dirty today.

New Carpet 'n Stuff

Here's what my room looks like with new carpet and some of the stuff out of the way.



Here's the old (top) and new (bottom). If you notice something that looks like a patched hole in the old carpet, that's because it's a patched hole.



They're not terrifically different, but I'm very pleased with the new carpet. The difference is that the old carpet was in really bad shape. It was dingy, matted, patched, and from the view of the bottom, stained from numerous incidents. The new carpet is more orangey dunn than mossy grey. Just for kicks, here's the sample on the old stuff.


Now for the technical details. Here's ripping out the old carpet. The image is dark, but does show several patches on the door side, probably where a previous owners dog liked to dig. They told me the carpet was not the original. I don't know how old it was but it was pretty gross. I'd always planned to replace it, but after putting all my stuff on it, the idea got overwhelming. But there are good sales in these trying times.


This is how the installers bundled the carpet remains for removal. They created a knot by slicing a 2-3" strip of half the width, slicing 2 parallel lines in the roll, and twisting the strip through the resulting loop. Pretty handy. They kept their knives sharp.


The carpet pad is an upgrade partly because I requested it and partly because this particular short-nap carpet seems to call for it. It's much cushier.


Then the carpet gets laid out and rough cut to size. They replaced the threshold tack strips but reused the remainder. They lay out the carpet like this, bang it onto the tack strips on one side, then put the spreader in. They stretch the carpet across the room and bang the opposite side onto the tacks. Then they do the other direction. Finally, they do a final trim on the edge and tuck the ends downward.


I highly recommend having professionals do this task. It took them longer than I rather thought it would but they did a nice job including sweeping up before and vacuuming afterward. And moving all my stuff...


Starting here, ALL of this stuff got taken out. And all the stuff under the bed, which is designed to allow a lot of storage.


Some got put in the in-progress kitchen


and the rest on the patio.


Someone walking up the staircase to the upper 2 units would have this view of my patio totally packed with stuff. It's mostly cleared back out again, but not entirely. And I took 4 purses and my old mauve suitcases out to the recycling and left them with another box labeled "free purses". If no one picks it up I'll go grab it and donate it somewhere. It still works, but I haven't used it more than once in the last 10 years. Very little other stuff left though. Yikes.


I'm making a standing offer of temporary SoCal accommodations for anyone who is good at organizing and editing stuff.

Reno Binge

I mentioned I was getting new carpet in the bedroom, right? While gutting my kitchen and sitting on the supplies to replace my bathroom sink and vanity. Yep. The bedroom is my only carpeted room; the rest is tile or Pergo-like wood-like floor. They guys are here right now and literally the only place I can sit down is at the computer. I've been hovering over them, seeing how it's done.

I'd had some notion that the carpet stretcher went all the way to the edge of the wall and the tack strips and somehow attached the carpet to the strips of nail points. Not so. They stretch the carpet from edge to edge, but the spreader stops a half foot shy of the other edge and they just bang the carpet onto the tack strips with a hammer, or in this case, the back edge of a dull hatchet. Or the front edge in corners. And trim with utility knives. The edge at the threshold is done by taking a blunt chisel and cramming the carpet egdge between the tile and tack strip.

One reason I didn't do this earlier is that my bedroom is packed with stuff. The store said they moved furniture so I signed up. They technically don't move boxes of stuff, but they did today... My bed is designed to be a storage unit, and there are boxes aplenty underneath, plus I had a half dozen other boxes of stuff. And 4 shelving racks of clothes, a dresser, and 2 end tables. They'll put the bed back and the furniture, and hopefully the furniture racks. I tipped them $20 already. It's a hard enough job without being movers too.

I'm always amazed at how fast someone who is dispassionate about my stuff can move it. They date unloaded the kitchen cabinets in the time it took me to shower. It would have taken me 3 days. Now the trick is putting everything back. One problem is that I don't want to put everything back just as it was because it was not working for me. But I can't leave it on the patio! I swept and washed the patio last weekend and this weekend it's even dirtier - all sorts of ash dust in addition to the usual sand colored dust. Ah well. I'll post some pictures. The piles of stuff are kind of horrific.

My neighbors are currently moving out (bummer) and are in the process of just getting that last little bit of stuff, which takes as long as the first 95%. The movers in Boston call that the "chowder". Or rather, the "chowda". They've let the carpet guys use their parking space so they don't have to walk far. We've been having discussions on how to get rid of stuff. She gave away a complete set of JD Robb books to a battered women's shelter fundraiser just before I moved in. I think once I have a good storage system for seasonal decorations and scrapbooking/art stuff, it will work better. And I have to part with sweaters. I did wear some last year, but really, I don't need a full set anymore. I know this but...

So I'm sitting here, with my view totally blocked by the giant pile o crap from my bedroom. Knowing intellectually that stuff needs to go, but able to think of good, or at least marginal, "reasons" why I need to keep it all. No wonder the top real estate market in growth mode is storage units.

Oh, and I bought a new dishwasher last night. Not to worry, I will not be keeping the old one.

Lint and Copayments

Does everyone else get bathrooms completely coated in a layer of towel lint or is it just me? I have a shower and toilet in one tiny room and I'm digging it mostly because it contains the lint. Last weekend, I cloroxed the toilet. Today, it was coated with purple fuzz, visible from a distance. It's like I had shedding pets.

Also today, I saw the urologist. I have just not been right since my last UTI. She seems competent and there are tests that can be done that will likely be a little unpleasant, but which will answer some questions. The trick is paying for it.

It's not clear whether or not the doc's on my insurance plan, although I checked and they think she is (call confirmation #28000). But the office is not convinced. The deal is that in CA, Blue Cross and Blue Shield are two competitive companies but I have, for reasons that are mostly insane, BCBS of Massachusetts. I formerly had Harvard Pilgrim HMO and they were wonderful. Now I have this PPO because the one HMO option I have is more restrictive and not cheaper. And I have a fundamental dislike of a primary care physician who has even less time to coordinate my care than I do. Unless it's significantly cheaper or less hassle for me to work that way. Given my two lousy options, the BCBS PPO is better. By which I mean sucks less.

I think one good way to reduce medical costs is to not require 3 staff members per office just to deal with insurance issues and related paperwork. It's not in any way a value added position. It exists only to make sure the doctors get paid. These people generally help me, but my point is that they shouldn't have to.

See, if I could just pay out of pocket and only have insurance for catastrophic costs like surgery, or recurrent therapies, I'd do it. But if I don't have insurance, an office visit is $400. If I do have insurance, they are only "allowed" to charge me $78.56. Then I only have to pay the copayment. How is it that if I'm uninsured I'd get socked with $400 but being insured gets me in for 20% of the charged cost? I would understand a 20% reduction, but 80% tells me that there is institutionalized graft and fraud abounding. Not that it's called that when it's legal, but damn, there's something fundamentally flawed there.

I do believe doctors should be paid. And they currently need to get paid a lot to cover the costs of (our broken) schooling system and still afford to eat. Then they get the loans out of the way and their incomes are wildly disproportionate to the rest of the economy. Some people choose medicine for this reason. Doctors have traditionally been one of the elite professions. And I'm not saying doctors should be earning assembly line wages. But my ENT yesterday pointed out his BMW in the parking lot and told me all about the trip he took to Europe to buy it from the factory. Thanks, Jackass. Here's my check for a tenth of my monthly disposable income. What do people with worse paying jobs do? It's fearful. I hope he's a good surgeon and worth the spiffy car.

As it is, my copayments are going up 50% next year (from $20 to $30). Which doesn't sound horrible either, except that I'm going once a week to the allergist. So that's $120/month. While my allergy shots should decrease in frequency, and I might not be out $1440/year to be less sneezy, and I might be able to find a generic BCP to keep my costs to $200/year if I go back on that to fix my skin (although it could be as much as $600). I still need the allergy nose spray, and any other thing that comes up. Like my podiatry ($90 for an antifungal cream that wasn't covered, $500 for orthotics that as yet don't fit right) dermatology, sleep study, cat scan... don't forget the acupunture, chiropractic, and massage for my tight tendons. And now a set of tests for my urinary tract and possibly surgery to remove my tonsils and expand my nasal passages. So I'm not going for the eye surgery next year. I'll aim for 2010.

How can one tightly wound sneezy and sleepy but otherwise extremely healthy person chalk up this much money in health fees? I just don't get it. It's like that lint in my bathroom, just accumulates in little bits here and there until I'm overcome.

Kitchen Wellness

I took a "wellness day" from work today and cabinet boy came over and helped me build some more cabinets and rip out most of the old ones. We're leaving the 4'x1' pantry up until the bitter end, but the rest of the old kitchen including the counter top grout is out out out!

Hopefully he does come back tomorrow to help with modifications to the bar height pony wall.

Here's what my lower kitchen cabinets looked like. The rug in the middle is the sample of my new bedroom carpet, color "hazelnut". It will abut the same color tile at the door to my bedroom


After we unloaded the cabinets into the living room, it became packed to the gills with stuff. I can still only sit in the purple chair, which is where I am now. I did find the TV remote, thankfully.


It left the kitchen cabinets looking like this, Notice the too-small spaces in the corner to the right and the lack of space at all on the left.


At which point we could take a look at what's really going on under the sink. Yoipes! Looks like we can find the leaky bits now. There's a disposal, a dishwasher feed, drain, and vent, hot and cold taps and two sink drains. Plus electricity. Joy.


Fortunately, we can turn off the electricity. Anyone who ever saw the total of 2, count 'em 2, 15 Amp fuses then circuit breakers of my last 2 apartments knows how thrilled I am to command this much juice. See how I've sensibly turned off the ones labeled "Garbage Disposal" and "Dishwasher".


We found it was easier to remove the cabinets from underneath the counter than to try and take the counter off. Don't look at my chub, but do pay attention to the look of manic glee that I'm taking out the worn out enamel sink and dreaded tile.


In the meantime, we took this stack of flat pack boxes


And turned them into this stack of assembled carcasses and loose parts


Which are now waiting for their chance to go in this space


I've managed to almost totally coat my hands and spots of other parts of me with KILZ primer. I had to spray the sink area with bleach to kill the mold, then go get mold resistant primer. They never did prime behind the cabinets and the texture coating is absorbent without it. At this point, I've got the wall primed (except where we took out the tile border, still not sure what to do there) as well as the raw back edges of the sink and neighboring cabinets.

Kudos to the date for working REALLY hard on this, taking care not to muss up neighboring cabinets, appliances, or anything else. And for helping haul out trash! Which did fit in the dumpster, so I think it's allowed.

It looks like the cabinets will fit, but leveling and securing is the next challenge. Well, after shortening the bar wall so I can take out the 1' deep pantry and replace it with a 2' deep counter and pantry. Then I can call in the countertop experts to come cap off the pretty new kitchen.

Quantum of Solace

I was blown away by Casino Royale. I was fairly well entertained by Quantum of Solace. Pretty good for what is essentially a revenge movie. In other words, better than Bourne II. Not as good as Casino Royale. Still a decent flick. I enjoyed it. If you either like Bond generally, or the Daniel Craig Bond in particular, go ahead and see it.

Here's the definition of "quantum" from dictionary.com that I think best fits the use in the title.

(physics) the smallest discrete quantity of some physical property that a system can possess (according to quantum theory)

Which to me means the smallest possible amount of solace that can be gained. This is not a spoiler, unless you've never seen a revenge movie before.

Right from the start, Casino Royale's chases were compelling and the intro graphics were clever. Quantum of Solace had an improbable and drawn out chase scene and uninspired intro graphics. The reason CR's first chase scene - though longer - felt more acceptable was that it was unique and fun. QoS's first chase scene was shot so close up, through close quarters, that it was mostly out of focus blur. (The reason I have not re-watched Bourne III despite liking the plot better than Bourne II - annoying camera shots.) Once the combat started it was impossible to tell who was who. While I think it was intentional, it made me tune out. There was the stop action right at the end of the scene that Daniel Craig did really well. But up to there, there was nothing to focus on. The intro graphics were female shapes. I've got no problem with that, it's a nod to classic Bond, but it was boring. And worse, not clever.

The movie got a bit better, but they kept shooting action and chase scenes too close so that it wasn't possible to see what was going on. This seems to be a trend in action movies. I'll take it over massive destruction for no good reason, but I'd prefer to see what is going on. Then, they kept putting Bond in large, rickety transports and having him go up against nimble, modern transports and outmaneuver them. A little bit Bond, but silly more than anything. Less believable than usual really.

Also, someone (still not positive who) kept planting evidence against Bond (the CIA?). At some point M went from skeptical of him to back to believing in Bond, but I never did figure out why. If you see the movie and figure it out, let me know. And the CIA guys mostly confused me. It felt like they cut out or just plain didn't write a couple of necessary scenes to keep the audience in the loop. Mysterious is one thing, unfathomable another.

So with all that blah, why would you see it? Daniel Craig does a really fine job even with a lackluster script. His female foil, who probably has a name, keeps him on his toes because she's not on anyone's side but her own, and she's (mostly) competent and interesting. They take some fine potshots at the state of the American economy and influence. And there's some character growth that winds through the story.

All in all, it sounds like I didn't like it. I did. I liked it. But I didn't love it. Still sold on Daniel Craig as Bond. He looks just strange in still photos, but in motion he's all that.

Honk for Love

For a couple of hours this afternoon, I joined in the "viral" equality gathering in the next town up from mine. We were near the library on a main road. It turned out to be a fantastic spot because there was constant, slow traffic. Due to the wildfires about 30 miles to either side, all the middle area traffic was coming down right next to us.

I joined with about a dozen other people and was probably the oldest by 10 years or more until a local couple my age walked over and joined us. Apparently they started with a couple dozen and it dwindled toward 1 when I got there. It was supposed to run from 10:30am to 3pm. I left at 3 and more people had shown up so it was still going strong. Check the Daily Dish link in my sidebar for views of other groups around the country doing the same thing.

One thing you don't realize if you're not here about the Santa Ana winds that whip up the fires is that they are dry and hot. Not just a pleasant warm breeze, but scorching like an oven hot. Unlike most people on this November day, we had full sun, blue skies and 90F weather. It was windy enough to rip signs out of hands, so most people started getting cramped hands as their worst side effect. And we cheered loudly at any fire trucks heading out. Because they were going into hot on top of hot. We were lucky - no fire, hot enough to make people roll down their car windows, and someone brought some flats of water to drink.

It was really interesting to see the wide variety of people and cars. And very hard to predict who would show support. We'd get waves of honkers, then waves of sourpusses. Some minivans packed to the gills with an extended family would honk wildly and some would drive by stonefaced. Lots of black people honked. Some really old people in 10 gallon hats gave us a wave and a honk. Some really old people in 10 gallon hats did not. Some semis with nice loud horns joined in the action - more than I was expecting - and some did not. One guy on a bright orange motorcycle stopped to say how exasperated he was that 8 passed. Considering how long all these people had been sitting in traffic to get where they were going, which can make people extra cranky, even the naysayers were pretty reserved.

So this wasn't a huge event like some others, but it was local and I think we probably saw more people than most due to the traffic re-routing. And we got lots of people to honk for love. All in all a net positive, I think.

I've been reading a lot about why there wasn't this level of activism before prop 8, and florida's prop 2 and the others. There are many theories. Mine is that people figured that this was California, of course it wouldn't pass. And we were close, but not entirely correct about that. I don't think we were prepared for the level of swiftboating we got. Another theory/observation is that most gay folks learn to stay in the background to avoid trouble, until a big event happens that makes it worth coming out and yelling about. There are straight people who assumed that voting their support would be enough.

Whatever the reasons, people are out and about NOW. If you're wondering why we're out and about after the election it's because we now know that our quiet support isn't going to work. And the movement needs more people and more visibility. It won't help today, but maybe it'll help tomorrow. I've heard there'll be a gathering in Sacramento at the state capitol next Saturday. It's a little out of my reach to get there, but look into it if it's not out of yours. Another little thing to do is sign the petition to repeal prop 8. Couldn't hurt, might help.

Honk for Love, y'all.

YouTube Generation

Now includes my dad. He's taking classes at the local Technical College (formerly the VoTech) in Nanotechnology "so he can talk to me".

And here he is talking to other people at some event they held.


I think the term "adorkable" is apt.

Flip This Law

I've been reading for a while, in between election updates, about this funky child abandonment law in Nebraska. "Safe Haven" laws exist because not every woman who gets pregnant wants a baby. And not every pregnant woman is able to choose whether or not to not stay pregnant. The result is that some fraction women have babies and either kill them or leave them to die shortly after birth.

Many states, and countries for that matter, have found it saves lives to allow women who have recently given birth but don't want to keep their kids to be able to abandon them safely at hospitals or police stations without fear that they will be tracked down and made to pay or otherwise care for the child they want no part of, nor arrested for not caring for their child they can't or don't want to care for.

Most of these laws specify a time limit of something like 3 days or a couple weeks. I think that's a little short because what about the people who change their minds at birth when they see their child, then try to live with it and realize their first instincts were right. We couldn't extend this up to a year? Or longer? Well, Nebraska did. Apparently it was unintentional that their law allows for the abandonment of children up to 18 years old. Because people have been taking them up on their offer for kids as old as 17 and according the the news, the lawmakers are freaking out.

Nebraska's reaction is to say, "NOooooooo! that's not what we meannnnnnt. Don't do thaaaaaat, people! We meant babies. Only helpless babies, not the annoying older kids that are hard to place." Their plan appears to be to revise the law to specify infants only.

But every time I think about it, the fact that parents of mostly grown kids are desperate enough to risk giving up all rights on their kids in perpetuity makes me wonder what kind of options there are for families in need. Because the fact of people using the law means there's need. So instead of knee-jerking to take away this law that people are finding useful, can we not look at WHY people are doing this? I haven't had any conversations, yet, with my social services friends - there has been other stuff in the air - so I don't know what social service professionals think here.

But what I think is that clearly some parents need options. I work with machines more than people, so I don't know what the alternatives are. But if someone is worried that their partly or mostly grown child would be better off somewhere else, with someone else, rather than in their care, what options are there to address this? Can you drive up to social services and say:

• I can't afford to have my kids anymore.
• I'm worried that I'll hurt my kids if they stay with me.
• My spouse died and I cannot cope with the kids.
  
• My child's teen years are driving me to drink.
• I'm worried for my life because my teen is out of control.

and just leave your kids with someone neutral and safe?

Maybe some people figure their kids are old enough to know how to find their way back later, if they drop them off in Nebraska now. Maybe they're depressed, unemployed, or ready to smack. Maybe they're just done and honestly don't want the kids. Maybe they seriously need a vacation. Maybe they don't know about other options. But if people are driving to Nebraska to drop their kids somewhere safe, then there is need to either help parents cope, or take over the care of kids people no longer want or can care for. And if there is need, someone needs to step in - if we honestly believe that all people have a right to live once born.

So instead of, or in addition to, Nebraska rolling back their law to cover only newborns, can there not also be some terrific publicity of what the options are for older kids at risk? In every state? Because I honestly don't know if there are any. And clearly other people don't know either because they're driving to Nebraska to turn over their non-newborn kids where they can't fear reprisal. And I find it odd that the first reaction reported by the news is that somehow this useful law is flawed and should be rescinded when it is clearly meeting a need.

Vroom, Vroom!

Today started out on the wrong foot. I couldn't, for the life of me, get to sleep last night. This is not my usual sleep problem unless I have caffeine after lunch, which was not the case. I think my mind was whirling with board politics and reports of personal grievances and people making stands. I remember seeing the clock turn 6:00AM and thinking, "uh oh". I woke up when my alarms turned off. Eit. Then my test runs on my tool were wonky. But it got better.

Three good things today:

• My first ever blog poll is working! (Go vote at the end of the last post. No, I'm not adding the link, it's right after this.) I'm no more decided than I ever was, but I have a new blog toy. And some ideas on how to decide.
• Someone at work organized a night out at the new kart racing track down the street. A dozen of us went round and round in our electric karts, which were zippy and more responsive and less stinky than the gas motor carts I liked in Boston.
  I did pretty well for my first time at the track, finishing in the middle of my heat. In my second and final set of laps, I tried some other techniques with the brakes and spun out 4 times. Whoops! But I figured some stuff out so I have a chance of doing better next time (they have lunch laps :) and whoa, are my forearms tense now.
• Mythbusters were blowing things up on TV and South Park is mocking HSM. Finally.
  

My Eyes, My Eyes!

This title feels like a reference from somewhere, but it could be more ubiquitous or obscure than I could easily nail down with google. While I didn't get a hit that resonated with me a to source, google did send me to this fantastic link of Simpsons done as Anime which I consider a good omen.

I've got 10 more days to make the final decision on getting laser eye surgery this coming January or to put it off for a year. (Or, forever.) If your attention span is short, skip the following and take the poll at the end of the post. If your attention span can last, here's all the stuff rattling around in my head on the topic.

I checked it out. I was worried about the "reading glasses" thing that hits later. But it turns out to be the difference between reading glasses and bi- or trifocals, not glasses and no glasses. Simplistically, vision is controlled by the shape of the corneal lens and the eye muscles that change the shape of the eyeball to adjust the fine focus on the retina of the light coming through that lens. (Then the brain takes the signals from the retina and does all kinds of image processing.) The thing that laser surgery corrects is the lens shape. Glasses or contacts adjust the incoming light so that the wonky lens shape gets tailored light it can then resolve.

I've got a friend who has "cheaters" that work well for her. These are hard contacts you wear overnight that reshape your cornea. The work they do is not permanent which is a good and bad thing about them. I think this is a really interesting idea. But my goal is to have fewer daily maintenance tasks, and I'd like to wake up and be able to see - I think it makes a difference in my ability to be alert in the morning. So wearing contacts overnight is more work than I want to introduce to my bedtime and morning routine.

There's a laser surgery place in Beverly Hills that does work on celebrities and non-celebrites. I figure someone who makes their living correcting the vision of people who stand to lose multi-million dollar contracts if their eyesight goes wonky has to be pretty careful and a great track record. I've got an appointment there in January. They are expensive, but not out of line. It's a flat fee that covers everything including potential adjustments in the future. The places that say $300 per eye don't necessarily include follow up care and some say that worse vision will cost more. I don't want to go bargain basement with my eyes. I'd rather overpay then risk my vision.

The trick is that while I think $5000 is "reasonable" for the service, I still need to come up with $5K. I use the medical spending reimbursement account which has a $5K limit. This means I get the $5K tax free if I use it to fund the surgery, so it actually costs closer to $3300 of money I would see. My out of pocket medical expenses this year are nearing $2000 which I find astonishing because on the whole I'm really healthy. But I have allergies and chasing "non-restorative sleep" causes and symptom treatment is like throwing money down a black hole.

In the election brouhaha, I did some research and it turns out my salary is in the top 20% of salaries nationwide. But I live in one of the top 10 most expensive places in the country. My top 20% salary after 12 professional working years, 10 years of student loans, saving what I can, and the dot com bust back in the day meant I could buy one of the 10 cheapest condos in my county which was originally built as low income housing. Which is to say my disposable income isn't even close to being in the top 20%. I don't have kids and other such obligations, I can eat out at lunch (although that budget has been cut too), and I can afford gas and some treats. But living high on the hog I am not.

My job, for the most part, seems stable (go wireless!) although I have no illusions of big raises in this economy. I kept some money set aside to renovate the condo a bit and I'm chewing through that at pretty good clip. I'm running into deficit spending this year, so I'm actually using some of the savings for regular stuff as well. I got a pretty large income tax return last year, but I don't know if that was due to special circumstances (part of my relocation was costed out last year, and part the year before) since I'm new mortgage payments and their effect on taxes. If all goes well, the income tax return would cover most of the eye surgery.

If all doesn't go well, the income tax return might not exist or might cover only a fraction of the cost. And my cash reserves are not extensive. Currently they about cover my non-mortgage debt which I have not paid off so as to maintain a cash reserve on what used to be the outside chance that credit would not be easily available as I'm used to. These last thousand paragraphs can be summed up as if I get this surgery, I will be at risk of running out of money to the point where I will seriously have to cut back on food. Maybe.

On the "get the surgery now" side of the contract is I can get the reimbursement almost immediately so I won't be without the money right away, it's just that my paycheck will go down by a couple hundred dollars. Everyone I've talked to said it was the best thing they ever spent their money on and they'd do it again in a heartbeat and sooner than they did. Right now, I'm a very good candidate for the surgery and I should have a decade or more of glasses free living (although I do like my Kate Spades). I really think it will affect my ability to focus in the morning. If I go bust, they can't take my eyes back.

On the "delay a year" side is that I already have new glasses and a year's worth of contacts so I shouldn't incur more expenses on that front for a year. I don't know how my medical expenses will shake out. If I have to shell out another $2K next year in addition to the $5K for my eyes, I don't know where that money will come from. I don't know how the economy will treat my paltry remaining few non-retirement investment dollars outside the cash/money market condo/emergency fund which are down almost 50% from last year and what I had thought to use on the surgery but didn't move to a money market and now it's hardly worth cashing them out. I don't have any family backup money. I won't starve, but I won't be able to do anything fun either, if the tax refund is off or anything else unexpected comes up.

I've assessed it before. While I like to think I take risks, I don't really. I have a low risk tolerance for my basic needs. Once I have enough money to meet my basic needs, I have lots of risk tolerance because I don't care about money for its own sake or power or anything. This also means I tend not to put myself out to build up reserves once I'm comfortable. Which makes me a bad candidate for commission sales - that's my brother's thing.

I have to decide in the next 10 days or so whether to set aside $2K for medical expenses next year or $5K. And I'm completely torn. One part of me thinks, "just do it and worry about paying for it later, like college, it's a quality of life investment." The other side of me thinks that $5K is a lot of money in these trying times that could be better utilized as a mattress pad until signs become clearer. Or I get a better raise.

What's the opinion from out in blogland?

poll by twiigs.com

Love

Go Keith O.

Also available on YouTube

You can hear his voice wobble. The same way my fingers wobble when I type about prop 8.

Best Behavior

Ok, I'm going to try to get back on my best behavior and take the high road. Learn and teach by example, all that stuff. We'll see how that goes.

I was heartened this morning to hear a relevant quote on, of all things, Trucks! on the Spike channel, which was tuned in for the Bond marathon.

It ain't messed up 'til you can't fix it anymore.

One thing that is messed up is that we are voting on people's rights. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how that's ok. But I think most of us honestly thought that prop 8 would have little traction in CA. Maybe this is the kick in the pants that will really get acceptance, not just tolerance, rolling.

In the meantime, it'll be interesting to see who Obama picks for his staff. (Blogger spell-check still doesn't recognize Obama, weird.) I still wish that the candidates could float ideas for cabinet posts before the election, although that might involve taking their eye off of the job of getting elected and flirt with currying favor.

It's odd not to have the book board to go to though. I usually keep three tabs open - my email, my blog (from which I link to other blogs), and the board. I'm feeling a little rudderless. So I'm going to hop offline, get some groceries, and build some kitchen cabinets and finalize a carpet selection for my bedroom. [update: color "hazelnut", edged out "beige allure" or any type of green.]

Fortunately, I moved my renovation savings money from stocks to a money market, and have executed on my stock option plan - when they vest and are above water, sell half of them that week and sock the money away - and Friday got a much needed bonus at work (yay wireless!). I kinda ran out of money in my checking account this month, so the bonus is well timed. I'm definitely needing the savings to pay out on the cabinets, which even though they are relatively cheap IKEA ones, cost more than my monthly income can cover. But I have to complete renovations and not leave them half done or my condo will be worth even less than it otherwise would. And I want to live with the upgrades, not just do them right before selling (you know, in 10 years when the market recovers).

It turns out buying things like appliances and carpets is cheaper in a down market - I stopped by a local store this weekend and found some good carpet that comes with upgraded pad, installation, furniture moving, and no sales tax. As my existing bedroom carpet has stains and patched holes in it, I knew I needed to replace it, and this deal works out for me as well as supports a local business. I am feeling jittery on the finances, but our CEO seems to think the business is sound for the next little while. And the savings account isn't bottoming out, but I'm not funding a Roth and I'm not sure whether or not to go for the eye surgery in January either.

Now I'm just typing to type, I think. Need the board back to get the excess blather out so I can stay more focused here. One last tangent though, today's the 90th anniversary of the end of WWI. Here's to never having WWIII.

Suck It

Judging by the title alone, this isn't a happiness post, it's a cranky post. If you want something more lighthearted, skip over here.

A fair amount of my social life is conducted over the internet. The primary conduit being an online book club. The format's a scrolling bulletin board sponsored by my favorite author Suz Brockmann. Suz has a son who is gay. She stated many times that laws discriminating against or actions taken to marginalize gay people hurt her and hurt her family. And that any opinion was allowed as long as it wasn't hate speech or spreading slanderous lies. After prop 8 passed, one of her readers (who has been a little snotty in the past) came on and said essentially "bless your heart but for your own good I proudly voted yes on 8".

Then a brouhaha ensued. As of this evening, the board has been shut down.

I admit to being part of the brouhaha. I am afraid I disagreed and was disagreeable about it. Despite President-Elect Obama's implicit exhortations that we all be on our best behavior, I said outright that I had utter contempt for anyone (and her specifically) who would come to a site sponsored by a gay advocate to gloat that the law making the sponsor's family less equal in the law had passed with her glad help. At this moment, I'm not sorry. It got me thinking again of the injustice of voting on rights at all, ever. And on how to live as one people with those who dismisses you and yours as faulty and incapable of deciding your own best interests. More on that in later entries.

Oddly, most of the brouhaha was whether or not we had to be tolerant of this hateful bigot. *Before* prop 8 passed, she came on and floated some "reasons" to vote for 8. All of them but "I don't think it's right" were provably false, and we said so. She was polite and floated the arguments which was useful, actually, to get the word out. But *after* it passed she came back with the same old crap. And seriously, her kid will learn about gay people regardless. Why is that harmful again? Why can't she be tolerant of someone who is wired differently? Tolerance isn't even acceptance really. Can people just not understand that other people are different from them?

We've come so far in the last few generations. Not just more equality for women and people of color (not equal equality yet, but making progress). But also more acceptance of people who are odd for some reason and used to be hidden away. I've always wondered if my great-great-aunt Ana didn't get married because she had a giant burn on her face from a spilled coffee in childhood. My mom remembers her fondly as a lovely woman. Yet I knew someone in ROTC with a disfiguring port wine stain over more than half her face who had a normal life - joined the air force, married after college, and was just normal. I saw someone with cerebral palsy, or something similar, lurching down the street with two friends at lunchtime, just today. There were several kids across this country who won Homecoming King and Queen in legitimate elections - only noteworthy because they have Downs Syndrome. Yet they were integrated as much as possible into the classrooms and their schoolmates liked them. Not just tolerated, but accepted, made friends with, and liked. And it still feels astonishing, but then I think about that and realize that it shouldn't be astonishing, although we should keep celebrating these achievements. (I almost wrote "victories" but that implies a loser, and this fight for equality isn't about making other people lose. Except maybe losing a venue.)

Even a generation or so ago, it was astonishing to see women in pants. It was astonishing to see the handicapped out and about in public. It was astonishing to see mixed race couples. It was astonishing for women to buy their own homes. None of these things are astonishing anymore (not to me, anyway) because a lot of us are trying hard to see people for who they are inside. Yes, what's on the outside informs your life in many ways. But physically beautiful people who are carrying a streak of mean or evil become much less attractive when you get to know them. And people with weird warts who win Ms. Congeniality awards become so attractive, the warts no longer come to your attention. It has always confounded me that if you teach people to love the person on the inside that you'd then be surprised if they fall in love with someone whose outside doesn't meet your expectation.

I can't seem to figure out how to explain why I don't have to be tolerant of hateful bigots who TAKE ACTION against me and mine. I don't care if you're smiling when you stab me; if you stab me it cancels out any amount of polite. You can express your opinion. But you can't expect me not to pick it apart when it's wrong or based on lies. Correction is not intolerance. Well, it's intolerance of ignorance, but how is that bad? But if you list "reasons" for your intolerance that are provably false yet still choose to repeat those reasons as truth, then you become a liar. And you need to stop spreading your lies my way because I will keep correcting you until I'm blue in the face. I'm not opposed to all lying, necessarily. It helps make the world go 'round. (I'm just not good at it.) But I am opposed to spreading lies that deliberately hurt people. And I don't think I need to be tolerant of that. And I'm having trouble letting it go.

"Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity." - MLK

The board may or may not come back on line. I'm not sure how it will go if it does. Ms. Nastypants and a couple trolls have been banished and good riddance. But I started finding that I was skipping more posts than I read when I used to read almost everything. I used to like almost all the posters and recently I've started not just avoiding, but actively disliking more posters than usual. In trying not to offend, people have stuck on brittle smiles and tried to play nice, but that misses the point. I think I was most upset for not being able to have a big board celebration for Obama winning because there was a sense that we didn't want to rub the noses of the McCain voters in it. Again, it felt more like achievement than victory (although Victory comes into play for me also). I wanted that celebration with my friends and when I felt it wasn't going to happen, I felt as disconnected from the board as I ever have. Which is really too bad. I miss it already.

Turn Turn Turn

My feelings have been crashing between elation with the Obama election and being aghast about prop 8. I think I need to focus more energy on the elation for a while. Charge the hope batteries for tomorrow.

But I've got some poison in my system that I don't want to fester. I'm not feeling at all reasonable toward people who would vote to end their neighbor's marriage. Contempt comes closer. I think what happened was that people saw it on the ballot, thought, "This is CA, that'll get defeated, people can do stuff like that here." And didn't ever imagine it would be a fight. And by the time we realized we had to do something, the swiftboating was in full swing. Although exactly why it's horrifying for your kid to learn in school that other families aren't exactly like his I'll never know. I think I'm in the start of the generation for whom that just doesn't compute. Intellectually I know that changing existing opinions on this subject is terribly difficult. But I'm not terribly patient with injustice.

Since I've wondered over the last few days if Obama would have gotten elected if Kerry had won and thought perhaps not, then wondered if I would trade the last 4 years for Obama (don't know yet, give me another 4 years) this blog entry calms me a bit. Because at this moment in time, if I must, I will trade a setback which ultimately fires people up for civil rights, for Obama in the White House. Because I think we can do more ultimate good for civil rights at home and abroad with Obama in the White house than we could have done with McCain. But still, I would prefer not to lose battles to win wars.

I had a discussion with someone at work today who admitted to being a little appalled that black people voted for Obama 97% of the time because it would mean no small number voted for him for being black. I'm not sure if this person was more appalled that it was necessary or that it happened. But I started thinking about it. When put in the perspective of how the world outside the US would likely have voted going for Obama going for him closer somewhere between 4 or 8 to 1 (80-88%) and our "youth" vote going 2 for 1 (66%) to Obama, and international Economist's online readers going 9115/203 (98%); 97% is not so far out of line when you're voting against the figurehead of the establishment. 97% in this selection is from -1% to 31% off commensurate opinion, but most likely only 10 or 15% higher than people who haven't grown to think that white fundamentalist christianists must vote republican. And that's more affirmative action than reverse racism. Now, if this was the 3rd black president we were electing, this person might have a point. But it takes a special push to break the glass ceiling. I'm appalled that the ceiling is still there. (See previous paragraph.) But I also understand the need to weight in favor of minorities until people get so used to the differences that they stop being dividing lines. You don't become comfortable with people you never encounter.

To continue the celebration, we have efforts large



and small. Really, really small. (This one's for you, dad!)
Nanobama!


And because I can't resist:


My hope is that actions will continue to speak louder than words and prop 8 will be overturned.

Yes We Can

It would have been "Yes We Did" but I have a feeling this citizen network that has been so painstakingly crafted will be called upon again in the near future. Sign me up. I can now stop wandering around, channeling Inigo Montoya, saying, "I want my country back, you son of a bitch." I can stop the muttering, but the forward momentum I hope is here to stay, at least for the next few years.

Hope in the form of Obamaberry Pie
(I love the internet)

I spent the evening at an election party at the house from which our local efforts have been run recently. Amazing. Whole cross section of america in there - old to young, a full spectrum of colors, and not a dry eye in the house during President-Elect Obama's acceptance speech. That's what I want my president to sound like. Powerful, eloquent, elite and inclusive.

The amazing thing about this race was that he pulled in hundreds of thousands of people from all states - even in states where Democrats don't usually put up a fight - and empowered his campaign staff to make magic. Obama didn't just pay lip service when he said "it's not about me; it's about all of us." I know darn well that it wouldn't have happened without him, but how great is a leader that makes you important too? The great dignity of that brings tears to my eyes. These campaign staffers empowered the campaign workers. Every single person at this party knew in their heart that the work they did was part of the win. Whether 2 hours on the phone, living and breathing the election, or giving up their house to hundreds of strangers because their just-too-young-to-vote son said they had to get involved, we all sat there feeling important. And vastly relieved. And proud of our country. And our hearts grew three sizes today.

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Prop 8 is still too close to call but is not looking good for our heroes. I'd like to propose that any church that passed out yes signs during or within an hour of regular services lose their tax exempt status. Regardless of the outcome.

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But damn. I'm really, really happy about our next president who described his wife first and foremost as his best friend.

Even some future voters are exited.

I Voted my Conscience

I hope you did too, if you're an eligible voter in this election.

I do wish they would put up better signs directing people to the polling place. If I hadn't voted there twice already I would have been confused. But this time there was a bake sale going on and a line out the door, so I would have been unconfused more easily than the other times. I was voter 86 by about 8:30am.

(Thanks kvarko for the election otter!)

One Day More

Andrew Sullivan lays out why an Obama win is necessary for the continuance of America. I think I have tried to write this as well, but here it is in beautiful, coherent narrative. I have hope that I can stop being ashamed of being American, iff Barack Obama wins.

Also, don't miss these:


Yes, I do get the irony of these songs being from Les Mis, about the French Revolution.


and because I can't help myself (although there are about 18 more youtubes I'd like to put up. Search it for "old fat naked ladies for peace" and you'll see what I mean.)

The man himself:

CO the Engineer part II

If you're already reading the Dish, then you've seen this article about how canvassing affects a white banker in North Carolina. His wife made him go and his experience was about as astonishing as mine, granted I didn't have as far to go and was already feeling the love before I started.

I've been wickedly impressed with the ground operation here. Our local Obama central yesterday made almost 6000 calls to swing states. Whoo hoo! (I'm so looking forward to the party they're having on tuesday!) We had more than 150 people in on saturday and from what I saw today, they would probably have 250 if they had a dozen. I took a picture of cars lining the street around the house. We overran the call center. We ran out of call scripts. The homeowner thanked me again for the pumpkin, although how she recognized me in that sea of faces I'll never know. Can you imagine, 150+ strangers trooping in and out of your home in 2 hour intervals, your sun room wired to the rafters with computers, people hauling snacks in and garbage out, and she thanked ME? Gracious.

Today, however, I think they were a little overwhelmed. We kept switching from phone lists to automated dialers, and around 2 o'clock central command had us spinning in circles IN, no FLA, no MO, no... On one hand we were very nimble. On the other hand, we had people there to help with nothing to do for longer than I'd seen before. So I hope people took away from today the sheer volume of people who turned out to help, rather than the trivial amount each of us did. Because even if we all (assuming 250) made only 4 calls each, that's still 1000 calls more than if we'd just stayed home And we all made more than that. So it was good. But I don't know that I want to call anyone anymore.

I was calling Missouri today. That was fun because I watch Missouri - it's the state that's the most like aggregate America. And it is too close to call. I got one lady who plans to get in line a half hour early. I got one guy with the accent I identify with my grandparent's town in southern IL who was relieved I wasn't another McCain robocall.

A lady calling near me took to starting with "I'm a real person!" before introducing herself. I wondered if I could do something similar to make me sound different from a robocall, so I started introducing myself as CO the Engineer. Because hey, why not? (Later I told another caller and she started introducing herself as "L the Homemaker." :) My last call I got, "What kind of engineer?" was the response. I was actually talking to a MechE who works in, get this, renewable energy. He was soooo voting for Obama. I mentioned that our factory is doing energy audits and are having trouble finding a single source auditor - everyone specializes in HVAC, lighting, water, but no single source. So he gave me some references and I decided to end there on a high note. Besides, my phone got so hot I couldn't hold it to my face anymore.

I finally felt like I'd done "enough" with last night's stairmaster and thespian session and two days of phone banking which is quite wearying, even with satisfactory moments. I took in a movie. I have the sense of humor of an adolescent boy, so I went to see Zack and Miri make a [dirty movie]. Surprisingly enough, the people sitting in front of me were adolecent boys, there with their mom or much older sister. WTF? Although ever since I read an article that made sense to me about sex and nudity being more appropriate than violence since you eventually want your kid to grow up and have a healthy sex life, but not necessarily need to fire a gun, I tried to not be judgemental. Just seemed odd.

If you do see Zack and Miri, the grand finale is halfway through the credits, which were mercifully about 14 times shorter than the Harry Potter credits with the Marauders Map and 14 times more entertaing. As expected, it was funny and gross and snarky. People were mean to each other but it bounced off everyone, kind of like when my old college buddies and I greet each other with cries of "how are you, ya rat bastard?" I liked it. It was not particularly sexy but there was parity full frontal nudity in secondary characters. Elizabeth Banks looks so much like the Elizabeth Shue of my memory that it was a little distracting. I have no idea if anyone else will like it, but it's better than a poke in the eye. Or, it might be a bit of a poke in the *#%@, wink wink nudge nudge, but I'd recommend seeing it if you like snarky comedy or ever saw a Kevin Smith movie you didn't hate.

Breaking news - I'm finally seeing a NO on 8 Ad saying Obama, Schwartzenegger, Feinstein and teachers all say NO. Even with my understanding post from a couple days ago I say it's About. Damn. Time. Although props, so to speak, to Feinstein for laying it on the line many days ago.

So thats three happy things for today, right? Engineers in MO voting for Obama; Fun movie; the big guns on prop 8. That would be enough but it was also a fabulous dry 70F southern California day, so I drove down to Malibu taking in the scenery while chatting with my 92 year old grandma who is relieved that she retired from working the polls as an election judge 2 years ago because she suspects this coming Tuesday will be a long, long day.

CrankyOtter the Engineer

Hi, I'm Cranky Otter the Engineer and I am voting for Barack Obama. But I know that's not enough. Right after I resolved to absolutely do something every day from last wednesday to the election, I seriously stretched the definition of "something". One of the things I did was take a glass pumpkin to the lady whose house is Obama Central as a thanks to opening her home to dozens of strangers. I'd seen her huge collection of pumpkins of all sorts and figured Halloween was really the day to do it. I caught her in the process of putting away the bats and jack-o-lanterns, leaving the non-holiday-specific pumpkins up, and she was just thrilled. I'm so glad I did that.

I showed up again today for phone banking and was calling people in Indiana. The deal is you call and ask if they've voted or plan to vote tuesday. (Notice it's not a yes/no question, very clever.) Then you either thank them or give them their polling place address because studies show that people are more likely to vote if you get them to picture their polling place. In a sheet and a half of calls over 2 hours, I left 14 messages, had about a half dozen people politely refuse political calls, and spoke with more than a dozen people. One lady will really stick in my mind.

Per the script I started with "I am a volunteer calling with Barack Obama's Campaign for Change." She kind of cautiously said that she might be willing to maybe vote for Obama. "I was raised Christian, and I've voted Republican my whole life. But McCain is too close to Bush and Bush said something to the effect that his daughters would never go to Iraq." Turns out she's raising her grandchild while her daughter and son-in-law are serving in Iraq and she thinks they have a better shot of coming home alive with Obama in charge. Her relatives had called her a communist and a marxist and any other number of things for even suggesting a vote for Obama. I said, "ma'am, I call you an American," and I'm pretty sure she started to cry. I mentioned the polling place I had listed for her , and she said, "I can hit that with a stone, it's right near my house." And I think she felt better about voting for Obama. She may yet decide not to. But ma'am, if you ever read this, you made my day however you voted. Thank you and thank your kids for choosing military service with a glad heart, and I too hope they come home safely.

So, phone banking, check. But I think my blood pressure hovered around 180/130 all day.

That's because I woke up to find a "vote yes on 8" tag hanging on my door. On the minus side, grrr argh. On the plus side, I knew what I could do to try and make a difference that would allow me to sleep nights. I wrote up my own door tag about why people should VOTE NO ON PROP 8. I took it to kinkos and made 250 copies for the 200 units in my condo area and a few spares. I spent a while attaching bits of Christmas ribbon to most of them so they would hang from doorknobs. The lady at Kinkos thought they were pretty so I took this picture:

(She also assured me that she's voting no on 8 and the other lady making sushi menus had already voted no on 8. Yay!)

I made it home around midnight and in the dead of night, stuck them on everyone's door. My condo area is a confusing mishmash that is hard to navigate. I have a good sense of direction and I can still get lost here. Tonight, I was trying hard to be complete. I was pretty nervous as I didn't want to have any confrontations, especially after dark. I decided that there were a couple doors I would miss because a dog just would not shut up. But for maybe 8-10 doors, I got them all. It took just over an hour and a half. My blood pressure went progressively down as I realized I was actually getting this done and not just fibrillating about it in front of my computer.

At one point, a lady was out grabbing a smoke and asked if I was lost. I decided to risk the confrontation and told her that no, I was trying to put "No on 8" signs on all the doors. "THANK YOU!", she burst out. "That's so crazy! I've got 3 people at my house and we're talking about just this thing right now. We've got 2 yes and 2 no. Give me your stuff!" I assured her that I lived in our complex and I went back and did the upstairs doors before I forgot.

I wandered back by as their "8 Debate" party was breaking up, as I was a little lost, and the lady I had spoken with was starting to read my treatise out loud on the landing. Any regular readers of this blog know, it was a treatise with multiple paragraphs. The 3 guys there asked us to take turns reading it out loud, and despite one person being a firm "yes", they all listened all the way through (with a minimum of rowdiness) and said it was good. One guy said he was now firmly a maybe. The other guy had already voted no. Whew! I know *you guys* like my writing all right, but I only did 2 drafts of this thing and was in a lather doing it and that's not always my most persuasive stuff.

I don't expect everyone to suddenly change their minds if they're made up, but I've laid out my case as best I can in the time I had. I wanted to get it out before people left for church in the morning thinking that some would stuff it in their purse on their way out and maybe read it at church. I wanted to get it out as soon as possible after the yes tag came by so my neigbhors would know that there was more than one opinion in their neck of the woods. I tailored it for a multi-racial community and started it with "Dear Neighbor" which I've found is a good icebreaking salutation. Then I did my thing. It's perhaps not my best work and if I hadn't printed 250 copies I might be persuaded to tweak a few things. But in this case, I figured tolerably written and put on doors was better than Pulitzer work that no one saw.

And now, I think I can sleep tonight. Or rather today. I think I've done what I can.
If someone can tell me how to do a cutaway in blogger, I'll post the text too. And hey! The hour I just spend writing this just got reset and it's 2 again!

Text of No on 8 Door Tag

I decided to post the tag text because I'm rather proud of it. I did backdate it to be in the proper space, but it was interesting to see the Nov 3rd Daily Show with a similar take on going back to "traditional marriage". I took a minor liberty in location and timing in speaking of one of my best friends insofar as she is still engaged and living in Mass. But since prop 8 is about destroying marriages I went for impact with guns blazing. Because someone has a best friend and is being asked to break up their marriage in the booth.

My target audience is multiracial and probably multi-lingual with varying degrees of English literacy. I tried to go for common but high impact words and stay away from legalese. I've added in the edits I would have made, in [ ], had they not already been printed and distributed. There are other ways of saying it, but these are my words.

Subject: No on 8 for door tag
Date: Saturday, November 1, 2008, 9:52 PM

Dear Neighbor,

How would you feel if you woke up to a tag on your door asking you to vote to break up your best friend's marriage? Stunned, Angry, Appalled? That's how I felt when I woke up on Saturday to a tag supporting prop 8. Supporters of prop 8 claim they want to "restore traditional marriage". What they want is to break up my friend's marriage. What they want is for some people to be less equal under the law. Isn't America the place where we are all created equal under the law? Does it make you comfortable to think that someone could vote away YOUR right to stay married?

Even supposing we were to "restore" "traditional marriage", where does that lead? If people can vote to break up their neighbor's marriage, where does it stop? In the 1950's it was illegal for black or hispanic people to marry white people. Women of color who had children with white men could have their kids legally taken from them just for being brown. Laws changed and now most of us think nothing of it when we see biracial couples. After prop 8 should we next vote to ban biracial marriages because they aren't "traditional" enough? No. No on prop 8 as well.

A generation before that, women were still considered the property of their husbands, unable to own homes or land, get custody of their kids, or vote. Laws changed and now women can own property, get custody of their kids, be an equal partner in marriage, and vote. After prop 8, should we again restore the "traditional" value of women as property? No. No on prop 8 as well.

The arguments against allowing against allowing colored people to marry white people are THE EXACT SAME arguments used against gay people. And some of the "scary" societal change that people worried about has come to pass: You and your children now have friends of different colors and races! A biracial man just might become president! As a single woman, I'm actually allowed to own my condo without a man signing my title! Things like this used to be called unnatural perversions too. But I call them progress. Prop 8 is not progress. Prop 8 is going backward.

Here's the thing. Gay people exist and always have. God made them in his own image too. In or out of school, your kids will find this out, sometimes because they themselves are gay. Gay kids have a higher suicide rate than straight kids because they are afraid of disappointing their parents and losing their love. Would you rather have your child be gay and secure in the knowledge that you love him or her and the law offers your child the same legal protections of every other kid in the neighborhood? Or would you rather have your child turn away from you, perhaps run away from home and/or kill themselves because they see you voting that their very identity is worth less than everyone elses? If you love your kids and want them protected, vote no on prop 8. Show your kids you value love over fear or hate.

Different societies have different tolerances. In our society, we've looked at ourselves and said "We think that any grown adult can pick any other grown adult and choose to make them their family under the law." While it can be scary and unsettling to allow other people to make choices you wouldn't make [would change to: "follow paths you wouldn't follow"], voting No on prop 8 says we want marriage to be about love, not about property transfer.

Some people have religious reasons for opposing gay marriage. Catholic churches oppose re-marriage of divorcees and won't hold those ceremonies, yet divorced catholics can still get married in law. Some churches oppose marrying people from different faiths, whether that's a baptist and a mormon or two lutherans from different denominations. Yet the state still offers legal marriage to these people and the churches are still fine. [Would add no Mass churches have been closed due to gay marriage.]

Some people don't care one way or the other what other people do in their own family. Good for you! But please be aware that due to heavy out of state funding by people who are worried that once again California will pave the way, prop 8 is a tossup. Walk down the street today and any adult you see has the right to get married. If you don't vote no on prop 8, this will change.

When you go to vote, take a moment to vote NO on prop 8. Don't tell my best friend that her marriage is over. Vote with your heart, not with your hate. Vote no on 8. Thank you.

Sincerely,
Your neighbor.