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A Better Day

So today I took in a rescue dog. A senior rescue at about 10 yrs. I figure two old farts in the same house is better than one. Don’t actually know why that would be but what the hell. Because the dog is for all intents and purpose older than me, it’s more like having a new roommate, one who pees on whatever smells like it needs to be peed on.


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January 10, 2010 at 7:21 pm

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What’s next?

Don’t know about anyone else but I’m pretty discouraged today. And yesterday and the day before that. The economy still sucks, the country is still loosing jobs left, right and center, people are running out of unemployment benefits (and I’m not even eligible because I’m self-employed, so I’ve got that to look forward to), it looks like this will last at least another year, most likely two. I have no health care, although it is possible that I may qualify for VA benefits, because the economy and I are doing so badly.
So I ask anyone who may be reading, what do we do now? How do we make it through the rest of the Great Recession? I have no land on which to grow or raise food. I have no one to lean against, and viewed another way, I have no one to lean against me, either. Now I know that there are many in the same or similar predicaments and I ask again, what do we do?

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October 11, 2009 at 12:11 pm

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When do we come to our senses

Of course Digby gets it right again.

This is why we need progressive politicians who understand consequences of the laws they pass and of the damage that happens when idealism gets in the way of realism.

I believe in choice.

I believe in choice where I live.

I believe in choice what I eat.

I believe in choice of who I live with.

I believe in choice of what I do for a living.

I believe in choice of religion, or not.

I believe it’s my choice of what I say.

I believe that it’s my choice to do what I want/need to do with my body

I believe that every person should have these choices.

I believe that I don’t have the choice to make these decisions for others.

I believe along with choice comes responsibility to own those choices.

If this makes me a DFH, so what?

If this makes someone call me a liberal. all the better.

Abortion is not an easy decision for anyone to make, but how is it even possible that I could make the decision to limit that choice when I could never be the one that gives up the possibility growing inside them? Children are what life is all about but making them suffer when that is the only outcome is cruel and is absolutely punishment for all concerned.

Modern medicine (when you can get it) has given us the ability to see the future where birth is concerned. We have to use that vision maturely, wisely and sometimes we have to do the humane thing and not allow suffering for no good reason.

Dr. Tiller seems to have been a very compassionate and humane person and the world has been diminished greatly with this very inhumane act.

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June 1, 2009 at 11:18 pm

A Public Service


I’m a 1st year medical student at Yale writing on behalf of my friend Natasha Collins, and I’m hoping you might post to your blog about her. She is a leukemia survivor and an incredible young woman. She has relapsed and is currently in need of a bone marrow transplant. I’m attaching a picture from her birthday party this year, right around the time she went back into treatment.

Please consider joining the National Bone Marrow Donor Program. All it takes is a few minutes–you just swab your cheek and mail the sample in. If you are ever called upon to donate, it’s a simple and fairly painless process, much like donating blood. (Donating bone marrow used to be very painful and surgical, but it is generally done as a simple outpatient procedure now that the technology has evolved. However, if you are concerned please check out the website!). It’s much harder to match bone marrow than blood, so if you are a match for someone, you may literally be the only person who could save their life.

Our friend Natasha is half black and half white, which makes her bone marrow especially difficult to match. A match for her is likely to also be of mixed heritage, and minority and mixed heritage donors are underrepresented in the registry. ***There is currently no match in the national registry for her***, so our best hope is someone like yourself who is willing to get typed and sign up. These grassroots drives do actually work–people have found matches because friends and family mobilized and contacted everyone they can think of.

Please encourage friends and family, especially of minority background, to register to the NBMDP. They could be Natasha’s match and save her life. Please please please forward this note to anyone you can think of.

Register Online
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Use the code BK041309 (0 = zero) (THIS WAIVES THE 52$ FEE IF YOU USE IT BETWEEN 4/24-4/30!)

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Join Natasha’s Facebook Support Group

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April 19, 2009 at 8:33 pm

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Lost my best friend and found Norah Jones

Today is just short of one year since I lost my best friend. Like most long relationships we didn’t start out as best friends. For a while we were just brother and older sister. One day when I was about 12 or 13 she came home from collage. That day changed at least one of our lives. It took me many years to figure that out and to figure out what the change was, but that day was the spark that started a friendship that was greater than just being siblings. I’ll leave the details of that day for another time if at all.

My friend was a character that’s for sure. Friendly and nice to all one minute and a hellion the next, she suffered the bane of all perfectionists in that she didn’t understand that flaws are what make us unique, if sometimes insufferable. A gifted artist, her paintings are usually simple but dramatic, drawing you in until you get the point.

That hellion part… for the last 6 years of her life she battled breast cancer, operations, treatments and all that comes with them. And the hellion disappeared. In it’s place came full time, this unbelievable calm, open witty wonderfull person. Oh ya she had her bad days but even then the difference was palpable. I think she found her place. All the searching for whatever, she found it. Sometimes I wonder if she needed to see her own immortality to find her spot in the world.

She never got to see her granddaughter, missed by one month, almost to the day. Speaking of days. Her last was in a hospital room after mom’s 90th birthday party with a bunch of her friends and family. The morphine made it easier for her, not so much for those not on it.

I guess I have to tell of that day so long ago, to make any sense of the story.

At the dinner table I was told by the new sorority sister to get my elbows off the table. Not being a sorority sister I declined. Probably in a some what inhospitable way, as can be my nature. Now being the control freak she was, she had to take control of the situation, so a fork was forcibly inserted into the offending elbow. That didn’t sit well with the recipient of the fork and a chase ensued. She was just fast enough to shut the door of her room before I got there so a hand had to be placed forcibly on the door. The door held. Damnit. Because all of the damage was superficial to this point and a stalemate was at hand, tempers were allowed to cool naturally and a truce reached. But what happened next surprised me. Not then because I was too stupid to notice but as I grew up I realized that what I gained was simple respect for being an actual person not just a little brother. It didn’t hurt that I had grown enough to be larger than her (finally!) but I’ll take whatever respect I can get. From then on we became friends, until as adults in the later half of life my take was best friends. We could and would talk about us, not just the little things that make the days go by. I miss that. A lot.

Now what brought up the post title…  Shortly my friend/sister passed I was commiserating (drinking tequila) with her business partner of 16 years in their house and putting on some music. Having never heard Norah Jones I played it. Her partner said that was one of her favorites. Not long ago I was reading Open Salon and came upon a post about music. Music that the writer wanted a friend to hear. One of the titles was Norah Jones singing “Don’t Know Why”. Now I know that there is no connection here but some blogs seem to hit a spark, and here the timing was….  can’t say perfect but I miss my friend.
Here’s the link to friends music. Try the Norah.


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February 13, 2009 at 2:51 am

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Day One

Another blog -who’d a thought.

So not only am I full of crap, I’m a smart ass.

But that doesn’t mean anything because contrary to some opinions, none expressed here yet, I am human. So I start this journey to see what’s around the next bend, to see if another sunrise brings a better day. I’ve had a lot of days, not as many as some, more than others. Some of those days have been great, over the top days, some not so much. I’ll be writing about both as they hit me. Some of my crap will be political but not too much here. I hope it will be entertaining but that of course is not the point. I hope to hear back from you when a story hits a spot you like or that affects you in some way.


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February 13, 2009 at 1:32 am

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How does a person make the decision that torture is OK? I can not get behind the idea that someone can have a level of fear that it’s OK to throw away your moral compass. I’m sure some people don’t have such a thing as a moral compass, but still, most do.
What does it take to decide that you’re no better than you imagine your worst enemies to be?
Can it only be fear of the unknown? I have been in life and death situations before and never had a level of fear that ripped away my moral compass. And I did not get my moral compass from religion nor from an upbringing with a lot of guidance in that area. And yet it seems like a pretty strong, sound system. And I don’t consider myself anything out of the ordinary.

So, what does it take?

Another take from Andrew:

Does torture become something less awful when we do it? Is it a function of “paranoia” to worry about it when it’s done by Americans or Brits? When a “good man” like George W. Bush does it? When a personally humane person like Donald Rumsfeld does it? When we know our motives are good ones? Orwell’s answer is categorical. That’s why he set Nineteen-Eighty-Four in his native England:

The scene of the book is laid in Britain in order to emphasize that the English-speaking races are not innately better than anyone else.

Do you believe that or not? Churchill didn’t, which is why, despite a 9/11 every week in London during the Blitz, he never capitulated to the evil he was fighting against. Bush and Cheney, in contrast, made it standard operating procedure after one attack by people armed with nothing but box-cutters and our fear. History, as John Ashcroft once said, will not be kind.

Link here

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January 24, 2009 at 12:06 am

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