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Saturday, January 31, 2009
No Free Lunch
Nothing like a big economic shakedown in the free market to bring out the odd bedfellows. Notice how people like Mike Pence (very conservative Congressman) are agreeing with liberals that this bailout, as written, should not go forward.
Congress should be voting on it very soon. I hope it flops.
I'm getting some background in a book called "Free Lunch" by New York Times reporter David Cay Johnston. It has one of those subtitles: "How the Wealthiest Americans Enrich Themselves at Government Expense (and Stick You with the Bill) " Doesn't sound like I'm going to like the ending. Maybe they'll yet write a happy one.
I'm also reading a book on a happier subject – dogs. I love the mutts. It's called "Merle's Door" and it is about a free-thinking, free-ranging dog named Merle who comes and goes as he pleases.
I can't even do that. But I am learning much. The book is a nice mix of the author's projections about and communications with his dog, with some scientific tidbits. Makes me want to move to a place without fences.
Everybody have a happy Monday.
Congress should be voting on it very soon. I hope it flops.
I'm getting some background in a book called "Free Lunch" by New York Times reporter David Cay Johnston. It has one of those subtitles: "How the Wealthiest Americans Enrich Themselves at Government Expense (and Stick You with the Bill) " Doesn't sound like I'm going to like the ending. Maybe they'll yet write a happy one.
I'm also reading a book on a happier subject – dogs. I love the mutts. It's called "Merle's Door" and it is about a free-thinking, free-ranging dog named Merle who comes and goes as he pleases.
I can't even do that. But I am learning much. The book is a nice mix of the author's projections about and communications with his dog, with some scientific tidbits. Makes me want to move to a place without fences.
Everybody have a happy Monday.
Voting for Hil and Jill
I'm voting for Hillary. Just made up my mind for sure today. I'm also voting for Jill Long Thompson for governor of Indiana.
Both women are brilliant. Both women are more experienced than their primary opponents. If elected to our nation's highest office, Hillary would have a short learning curve since she knows how politics work. She'd also have an experienced ex-president as her advisor and confidante. Don't underestimate the power of that.
As for Jill, I've been a fan since she ran against Dan Quayle in the mid eighties. She thinks for herself, though you might not know it from her TV commercials. Her diverse experience includes that of a teacher, councilman, congresswoman, farmer, and undersecretary of agriculture. She's also headed a non-profit and has advanced degrees in business.
I have heard both Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton speak. Though their platforms intersect at many common points, she has the better plan for leadership in health care.
So unless something happens to change my mind - and it still could- I'll be voting for the best candidates for the job on Tuesday, and those candidates are women.
Both women are brilliant. Both women are more experienced than their primary opponents. If elected to our nation's highest office, Hillary would have a short learning curve since she knows how politics work. She'd also have an experienced ex-president as her advisor and confidante. Don't underestimate the power of that.
As for Jill, I've been a fan since she ran against Dan Quayle in the mid eighties. She thinks for herself, though you might not know it from her TV commercials. Her diverse experience includes that of a teacher, councilman, congresswoman, farmer, and undersecretary of agriculture. She's also headed a non-profit and has advanced degrees in business.
I have heard both Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton speak. Though their platforms intersect at many common points, she has the better plan for leadership in health care.
So unless something happens to change my mind - and it still could- I'll be voting for the best candidates for the job on Tuesday, and those candidates are women.
Rusty
Thanks for all the name suggestions for my new pound puppy. After living with him for five days I decided he looked, smelled and acted like a "Rusty." Thanks to my cousins for the kind assistance.
Rusty is an excellent dog and has not peed in my house since I got him. (Don't ask Mom or Denny about his bathroom habits, however.) Of course he likes to chew a little. He's a good little fetcher.
The vet says he is about 7 months old and appears to be healthy. He weighs 20 pounds now and the vet's best guess on how big he'll get is low to mid 30s. If you haven't seem him take a look at my Animal Buddies album. He is terribly cute. And soft.
Come see us.
Rusty is an excellent dog and has not peed in my house since I got him. (Don't ask Mom or Denny about his bathroom habits, however.) Of course he likes to chew a little. He's a good little fetcher.
The vet says he is about 7 months old and appears to be healthy. He weighs 20 pounds now and the vet's best guess on how big he'll get is low to mid 30s. If you haven't seem him take a look at my Animal Buddies album. He is terribly cute. And soft.
Come see us.
Full circle
I love my work. But I don't love my job.
Jan's been bugging me to blog about my newspaper job, but frankly, I've been self-censoring. My penchant for truth just might get me in trouble if I say too much about my job. So I will try to be careful. But I'm blurty, as you probably know. Even with my fingers.
When I was 15 years old, I came to work for this newspaper. I loved it. They loved me. I got paid for something I loved to do (writing). Sometimes I even got paid twice, when the Associated Press would pick up one of my articles.
I was leaving college a few years later and I asked about running this paper, since I knew the editor who had trained me was leaving. I'd been doing the job anyway. Mr TJ Hemlinger, who laid my foundation in newspapering, said it wasn't really an entry level job.
So I looked. I took another job at another paper for another editor who used to work here. He loved my work. But he didn't love me, and he screwed me with a "Chinese overtime" contract.
So I left the paper for politics, which paid better.
Since then I've done lots of things: Public Relations, publishing, pizza, pastry. (See a trend here?)
Two years ago the publisher at this little daily called me to see if I was interested in being the sports editor. She had heard I was back in town (I was actually just passing through, helping my terminal grandmother.) The publisher offered me $7 an hour. I laughed and I left. Grandma was in hospice, and the contract was already signed for me to try seasonal retail.
Well, that didn't turn out so well, did it Jan? We toiled. We met our sales goals. But if anybody made any money at the mall, it sure wasn't me.
Last year, almost hopeless, I accepted a job at the Chinese restaurant. It was literally outside my back door. It didn't require much motivation to get there, and once there, my boss didn't give me any crap (he didn't speak English.)
After the road I've been down career wise, you'd think I would be all better. Or all bitter. I'm somewhere in between. I don't wonder what path I should have taken. I don't have any regrets. Every turn I've taken, I've taken with integrity.
I have experienced many weird and wonderful things I would not know if I had been in the same job 20 years. As a writer, I couldn't replace that.
Sure, I was pissed off at TJ for awhile. I could have run this paper in 1987. Instead they hired someone younger than me with less experience. He worked here 17 years. Would I have wanted to be here 17 years? Hell no.
I am right where I belong, doing community journalism for a community where I was raised. Yes, I am ambivalent about it. Yes I have a love-hate relationship with my hometown (it cost me a hundred in therapy bills to accept this.) But I love my work.
I will always love my work. Whether I'm tending an eight shelf oven or tuning a V-8 engine or covering an eight-team tournament, I will always love my work.
That's just the kind of girl I am.
Jan's been bugging me to blog about my newspaper job, but frankly, I've been self-censoring. My penchant for truth just might get me in trouble if I say too much about my job. So I will try to be careful. But I'm blurty, as you probably know. Even with my fingers.
When I was 15 years old, I came to work for this newspaper. I loved it. They loved me. I got paid for something I loved to do (writing). Sometimes I even got paid twice, when the Associated Press would pick up one of my articles.
I was leaving college a few years later and I asked about running this paper, since I knew the editor who had trained me was leaving. I'd been doing the job anyway. Mr TJ Hemlinger, who laid my foundation in newspapering, said it wasn't really an entry level job.
So I looked. I took another job at another paper for another editor who used to work here. He loved my work. But he didn't love me, and he screwed me with a "Chinese overtime" contract.
So I left the paper for politics, which paid better.
Since then I've done lots of things: Public Relations, publishing, pizza, pastry. (See a trend here?)
Two years ago the publisher at this little daily called me to see if I was interested in being the sports editor. She had heard I was back in town (I was actually just passing through, helping my terminal grandmother.) The publisher offered me $7 an hour. I laughed and I left. Grandma was in hospice, and the contract was already signed for me to try seasonal retail.
Well, that didn't turn out so well, did it Jan? We toiled. We met our sales goals. But if anybody made any money at the mall, it sure wasn't me.
Last year, almost hopeless, I accepted a job at the Chinese restaurant. It was literally outside my back door. It didn't require much motivation to get there, and once there, my boss didn't give me any crap (he didn't speak English.)
After the road I've been down career wise, you'd think I would be all better. Or all bitter. I'm somewhere in between. I don't wonder what path I should have taken. I don't have any regrets. Every turn I've taken, I've taken with integrity.
I have experienced many weird and wonderful things I would not know if I had been in the same job 20 years. As a writer, I couldn't replace that.
Sure, I was pissed off at TJ for awhile. I could have run this paper in 1987. Instead they hired someone younger than me with less experience. He worked here 17 years. Would I have wanted to be here 17 years? Hell no.
I am right where I belong, doing community journalism for a community where I was raised. Yes, I am ambivalent about it. Yes I have a love-hate relationship with my hometown (it cost me a hundred in therapy bills to accept this.) But I love my work.
I will always love my work. Whether I'm tending an eight shelf oven or tuning a V-8 engine or covering an eight-team tournament, I will always love my work.
That's just the kind of girl I am.
Where I will land
Hi All,
My grandmother, who has been gone from this earth more than 19 months now, spoke to me today.
She said, "No!"
The psychic at the Spiritualist camp offered this word from my maternal grandmother. He said it was in regard to my current living situation.
Thank God and Grandma I'm getting an apartment on Nov. 1.
Reverend Harley also told me this: "Your grandma says you will never be happy in a flat state." I'm a kayaker and flatwater bores me.
He also said (first thing) "I sense big dog energy on you." I hope he's right. I miss my two small dogs (passed on) very very much.
Also, Harley knew I was writing a book. He told me to finish it quickly because in three months I will meet someone who can help me to publish it. Then he said I would write two more books and they will bring me increase.
Thank you Harley. I just wish you knew specifically what mountain town my lover waits in.
It's lonely out here in the flatlands.
My grandmother, who has been gone from this earth more than 19 months now, spoke to me today.
She said, "No!"
The psychic at the Spiritualist camp offered this word from my maternal grandmother. He said it was in regard to my current living situation.
Thank God and Grandma I'm getting an apartment on Nov. 1.
Reverend Harley also told me this: "Your grandma says you will never be happy in a flat state." I'm a kayaker and flatwater bores me.
He also said (first thing) "I sense big dog energy on you." I hope he's right. I miss my two small dogs (passed on) very very much.
Also, Harley knew I was writing a book. He told me to finish it quickly because in three months I will meet someone who can help me to publish it. Then he said I would write two more books and they will bring me increase.
Thank you Harley. I just wish you knew specifically what mountain town my lover waits in.
It's lonely out here in the flatlands.
Rockette
Well I have this hometown friend Rocky, you see. He has had a rough life. And right now he's in another rough spot, caring for his elderly mother without the family support he should be getting. So I thought I'd cheer him up.
Rocky has his own inimitable style but I decided to try to imitate it anyway, right down to the "I-don't-give-a-rat's ass" walk. So Thursday, my regular dart night, I put on a leather vest, a black vintage t-shirt, a leather bracelet, a biker belt, a floppy cap and some fake tatoos, and I walked into the bar as "Rockette."
Geri the bartender thought I was Rocky as I walked in, so I guess I pulled it off. I didn't have a goatee or mustache but still managed to fool a couple of regulars at the other end of the bar!
It was fun dressing up in drag and I think I cheered Rocky up a bit. You can see the pictures in an album on MySpace.
As you can see, I am not afraid to make a fool of myself for the amusement of my friends.
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