09.11.09
September 11th
This is a poem I wrote in the early days after September 11th.
Please speak out for peace today.
Resolve for Disintegration
Trapped inside
Steel hearts and concrete veins
Shattered, torn from safety
Red, white and blue
The color of blood
That bleeds from a gaping wound
A symbol now a hole.
Hatred, ignorance
Beating the same drum
Of death and sorrow
Though tears fall
No one to prevent the flood
Question the truth
A lie now uncovered.
Tomorrow beckons
We answer without fear
A nation’s solidarity
Excuses the carnage
Waiting in the wings
Exacting almighty revenge
Horror now displaced.
01.20.09
National Service Day: Update
01.05.09
National Day of Service: Donations Needed
I am on the Board of NEW Leadership Oregon, an organization aimed at increasing women’s leadership in public policy and politics. We put on a week long leadership institute for women college students each summer. Our Board members and alumnae are joining together to give back on the Martin Luther King Holiday as part of the National Day of Service called for by President-elect Obama.
On January 19th, we will be assembling care packages for rape victims. When rape victims make police reports, their clothing is often taken from them at the hospital as evidence. The hospital is then in a bind to give the women something to wear home, which often is wax paper clothing which is really scratchy and rough. There used to be a women’s group who put these together, but they stopped doing it earlier this year and it is sorely missed. These care packages are especially important for homeless women who have been assaulted and have few other belongings.
We are looking for the following donations:
* Sweatpants (used and laundered okay)
* Sweatshirts (used and laundered okay)
* Underwear (new only)
* Flip Flops
We are looking for leads on bulk in-kind donations of the following as well:
* Small bars of soap
* Travel size shampoo and conditioner
* Toothbrush and toothpaste
We need all items by Sunday, January 18th. We will be assembling them in the private dining room at Roux at 1720 N Killingsworth. Thank you to Roux for donating the room for our service event!
E-mail Nova Newcomer or d @novanewcomer on twitter for more information on how to help!
11.14.08
Big Three Get a Smackdown
This CNN iReporter rules. Why can’t the regular media do reports like this? Now, here’s a story with human interest and an easy way to understand the issues at stake. David J White is my new hero!
7 One-Night Stands Video
Whoa! @linuxaid on Twitter posted this video of my talk last night. I was talking fast and didn’t cover everything I was hoping to, but it was fun leading the entire Bagdad Theater in singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
11.13.08
Ignite Portland 4
Just a quick note as I cram for my exciting presentation at Ignite Portland 4. I am speaking about my baseball fandom: 7 One-Night Stands with a Baseball Fan.
It will be full house tonight at the Baghdad Theater, but even if you aren’t a ticket holder, you can try to get in with the General Admission crowd. Starts at 7, but I hear get there at 5.
There are lots of other cool presentations tonight as well! Hooray for Portland!
11.03.08
It’s time to V-O-T-E for Obama!
I remember crying tears of joy in 1992 when Governor William Jefferson Clinton was elected President, ending 12 years of Republican rule in the Executive Office. I was just 15 years old then. It felt like the beginning of America for me. I have self-identified as a Democrat since I was very young. Yes, I grew up around Democrats, so you could say I didn’t know any better, but I remember watching the Iran-Contra affairs and watching the President and his friends lie on television about selling arms.
But Bill Clinton was a blip. In 1994, the Republicans engineered a takeover of Congress and though President Clinton presided over prosperous times for the country, concessions were made on welfare, health care and gay rights. In 2000, despite a government with a budget surplus and an economy in reasonable shape, the incumbent Vice President was not elected. I admit I was not a big Al Gore supporter. I supported Bill Bradley in the primaries. I indeed voted for Gore, afraid that the seemingly impossible scenario where George W. Bush would be a serious contender for the White had become possible. We all know how that ended.
A stolen election and a fear-induced re-election 4 years later, our nation is in tatters. Nearly broken economy, record foreclosures, stagnant wages, 2 wars to fight and a Constitution under siege.
There was never a choice in this election for me. I declared myself an Obama supporter in June of ‘07. I had the first lawn sign in the neighborhood (stolen during the May primary oddly enough). I declared early. Yes, I didn’t know enough about all of his policies for the nation. But, what I did know was that this man had character. His speech at the 2004 Democratic National Convention was inspiring, but as the saying goes, he had me at his public stance against the Iraq War. Fellow feminists can call me a traitor for not supporting Hillary, but her vote for the war (and many Senators with her) was uninformed, dangerous and cynical. And it lost her my vote.
Barack Obama is the candidate for my generation. He has not just conducted a campaign, he has led a movement. This man has brought me to tears with his inspiring rhetoric on numerous occasions. Those who say inspiration doesn’t matter just doesn’t get what we have been through the last 8 years.
I know that a President Obama will have many challenges and he won’t pass every one, but his strong intellect, his bearings in Constitutional law, his calm temperament and his ability to inspire is what we need in a leader. The past 8 years lay this bare.
My first political opus was a report on Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. in the 4th grade. That wide-eyed 10 year-old civil rights essayist is smiling at the dream being so close. She would be proud to cast her vote for Obama on November 4th.
10.08.08
Take Me Out to the Poll Booth
Since I can’t have a World Series for my Cubbies on the 100th anniversary of their last one in 1908, I have decided I still deserve a winner out of Chicago this year:
Take Me Out to the Poll Booth
Vote this year for Obama
He’s the one for the job!
Talk to your neighbors
And tell them why
Barack Obama’s a hell of a guy!
For it’s Obama-Biden in ‘08
Please vote for them in your state!
For it’s Jobs, Energy, Health Care and more
At stake on November 4!
06.26.08
The love and the hate of Craigslist
Okay, so I spoke too soon! Mini is not sold. Guy backed out at the last minute — I was seriously brushing my teeth to go meet him! Whatever happened to your word is your bond? I guess I am old-fashioned. Seriously, someone we know fall in love with our Mini and buy it, so I can see it go to good people!
I guess I lamented too much and the gods (that I don’t believe in) sent “The Mini” back to us!
Ode to “The Mini”
We are selling our Mini Cooper. Don’t e-mail, it’s already sold. I put it up on Craigslist yesterday and it was basically gone within an hour. It’s just a car, I thought. Plus, we have some equity so yay to paying off debt. And it was awkward for Mr. E to ride in it anyway. All those practical reasons for saying goodbye to the car can’t erase the tinge of sadness I have in handing it over to its new owner. The car didn’t have a name, unless “The Mini” counts, but somehow I guess I got attached anyway.
I took “The Mini” on one last drive yesterday. I didn’t really realize I was doing it, but I had an appointment out in Eagle Creek so I got to drive it around some cool winding roads through the woods, listening to Beethoven and Hifana from a mix CD Peat had put together to test his new office speakers. I was so full of creativity and drive (no pun intended) hugging those curves. And it just won’t be the same with the Saturn. Yes, our new family fits in the Saturn, so it’s a different kind of nice, but “The Mini” was divine.
And maybe that’s what is so hard about being American and dealing with climate change. To drive is to be American — and that’s even true for Americans who only ride bikes! If we can acknowledge the loss and welcome new paths of identity, maybe we can beat back global warming. I sure do love a good drive through nature, but the nature probably really is the critical part. So enough car worship for me. For now, I will drive my sensible family car and find other numerous sources of joy.
