The Troll Takes The Toll

I’ve held true to the concept that all outsider groups need to pay an admission in order to enter mainstream society. Germans, Japanese, the worthless Irish… They all needed to pay to play. From “No *** need apply” to forced internment camps all the way to dying of malaria while building a canal. Each group gets the short end of the pointy stick before they are admitted. A group that doesn’t pay never really earns it. Sometimes the payment is made in lives, sometimes it’s violent and is paid with blood, but always it is paid.

What about gay equality? Not just marriage, but that is a part of it. All are equal under the law. At least that’s the goal. But what I want to know is what is the price for this goal? I mean, did we bleed enough in the Halocaust (gays got it just like the Jews), how about the Stonewall Riots? We have adorable parades where we dress up and entertain everybody with our harmless antics, but is that payment enough? How much to be taken seriously. How much is that respect, in the window, the one with the consequential tail?

Perhaps this is the first time when we can pay using a more refined and evolved currency. Not being segregated, special bus seats, separate but equal *amenities*… Something classier, more stylish, more bitchy? Here’s a capital idea, come out of the closet. Announce your true self to everyone and damn the torpedoes of bigotry and ignorance, full speed ahead! If everyone came out who was gay, gay wouldn’t be so much of a big deal. Perhaps we could be as plain and uninteresting as to lose the word gay altogether and we can hand it back to Christmas where it belongs. There is nothing special about us, were plain folk who do plain things. We’re just picky about dangly bits.

These red equality symbols have a great meaning and I’m plugging in more meaning than probably was intended, so, deal with it. The extended meaning is this, once you pull the skin off anyone, no matter if they are a man, a woman, an Asian, a black, or a gay man or lesbian you have the exact same thing each and every time. A bloody screaming mess that looks indistinguishable from any other bloody screaming mess. Deep down, skinless, aren’t we all the same? Aren’t we all bloody screaming messes? So with that inspiration, what is different about getting any service rendered that other people can take advantage of? Think of it this way, with our skins on we don’t make such a mess, we don’t scream in agony, and we’re just like everyone else. Its better if you just let us lead our lives — skin-on.

This comparison is at the heart of the sadness and ineffable ignorance that is bigotry. Why does it bother bigots so much? It bothers bigots because they are in a fight-to-the-death battle with their mirrors. What is gay marriage to you? Why is it so important that we have to fight over it, that we have to have the highest court in the land decide on it? Look in the mirror and see your enemy. That which you hate you see when you look in the mirror. Once the bigots understand their fight is with a mirror, everything else becomes thoughtlessly simple, obvious in fact. Embarrassingly so.

Crumbling

End of a BridgeSince I had all the Twitter traffic from @MichiganDOT and @MDOT_Southwest automatically sent to my phone via SMS I’ve been able to catch various things that they post on their Twitter stream. One of those things is a political advertisement from Michigan farmers and their campaign “Just Fix The Roads”.

I stand behind the farmers for improved maintenance of our roads and I certainly support Michigan DOT in their efforts to raise awareness of our crumbling infrastructure problem. Every day I have to dodge potholes, wide cracks, poor drainage, and bridges that I really don’t trust completely. Every day I cross many bridges, across train tracks, across the Kalamazoo River, those sorts, and I have faith, weak as it is, that my trips across the bridges and over these roads won’t put me in danger. It’s faith, have to have it that way because our infrastructure has been ignored for so very long that what once was new and strong is now weak and crumbling.

After watching that video on YouTube, I can’t help but think back to around 2003 when we, as a nation, decided that declaring war on Iraq and Afghanistan was a really great idea. Back then it was before the housing bubble broke and before the criminal banks were unmasked for being as corrupt as we eventually discovered – and we thought two unfunded wars would be just neat as hell. Well, now that we have made our bed, it is time to sleep in it. I sympathize with the Michigan farmers, and I certainly support infrastructure repair, but what money do any of us plan to assign to such an expensive endeavor? It’s going to take a whole lot of cash to do correctly what must be done. Where will that money come from? The Federal Government can’t help – they just beat out the sequester, the federal budget is a rotten mess, congress is idle, filled with backbiting idle celebrities behaving poorly. So it’s up to the state to fix it’s roads, again, where is the money?

So this is what two unfunded wars get us. Awesome cosmic military powers come at a cost and surprise! This is what many of us on the left were trying to say while the right was busy getting it’s patriotic on. There is a lot of blame to go around, most certainly, but in the end it does the rest of us no good. Not only do the farmers struggle with our crumbling roads, but also the rest of us who have no choice but to dare the paths that Michigan calls roads and to dare our rusted out bridges. It was going to be expensive before the unfunded wars, now it might actually kill us. Either the roads will kill us (slowly, by a billion paper cuts) or financial apocalypse will because we’ve saddled our government with prosecuting wars when we should have been directing them to work on internal matters, like roads.

So, feel good about our proud military. They’ll have the funds and resources to do their job. Their incredibly important, more-important-than-everything-else job in Iraq and Afghanistan. Feel good, wrap yourself up in the flag, and be the proudest chief patriot when the bridge your car was on failed, the roadway crumbled and you ended up with the front-end of your very expensive SUV stuck in the mire of the filthy Kalamazoo River.

photo by: Kecko

Warp and Weft

Welcome to Rock Hill, South Carolina, I-77 NorthboundMondays are always the same. Doubly this way after my week long vacation in Rock Hill, SC to see family. Work just piles up because I ignore it. This was the first vacation in a rather long while when I went for almost all of it without having to think about work, so it ended up being a true vacation. I so rarely get them, I hardly know what to do when they happen this way. There was something wonderful about coming back from a long time away into a weekend as well. It let me get a grip on the daily flow much easier than if we got back late on Sunday and then dived headlong into the week after that. Those sorts of times feel too rushed.

That being said, I can’t really get rah-rah about traveling again for a while. Going places and doing things is fun of course, but there is a distinct part of me that values some time to just not do anything. A day reading, or catching up on my news, or something like that. Puttering about the house – not having to drive somewhere, buy something, do stuff, sometimes that just bothers me.

These next few weeks will be rough and tumble, at least financially. But I can make it, one step at a time if I’m careful.

photo by: Ken Lund

Meijer Slapdown

We just got a bit in the mail while we were away from GE Moneybank, the people who manage our Meijer credit card. They have revised the “points reward program” and taken away the 20% off everything coupon we could get and replace it with a 5% grocery and 15% clothing and other coupon. This marks the end of us being able to take advantage of the 20% coupons and while it was good while it lasted, it was probably a huge loss for Meijer. It doesn’t do anything for our loyalty, as it’s a slap in the face when we could have really used those savings most of all. Alas, we’ll have to continue to trim and buy less. Money is so tight, and with all the breaks evaporating before our eyes, we have to make every cent count. Thank goodness for Peanut Butter. It holds the world together.

How To Let Go Of Anger

I discovered this bit of wisdom in the dimly lit corners of my pocket list. Enjoy.

“Anger is like a storm rising up from the bottom of your consciousness. When you feel it coming, turn your focus to your breath. Breathe in deeply to bring your mind home to your body. Then look at, or think of, the person triggering this emotion: With mindfulness, you can see that she is unhappy, that she is suffering. You can see her wrong perceptions. You can see that she is not beautiful when she says things that are unkind. You can also see that you don’t want to be like her. You’ll feel motivated by a desire to say or do something nice — to help the other person suffer less. This means compassionate energy has been born in your heart. And when compassion appears, anger is deleted.”

— Thich Nhat Hanh, Buddhist monk and author of Anger: Wisdom for Cooling the Flames

My Ideal Kitchen

My ideal kitchen is something that has occupied my mind on and off for years. I’ve worked in galleys and small kitchens and large kitchens and I’ve found myself able to cook well despite the small spaces. After a while I figured that if you do not have the space, you have to become more clever. Repurposing and multi-purposing tools you already have become paramount and blogs like LifeHacker are a great place to discover new clever ways to use what you have and make it really perform tasks that you’d never think before. Working in a very small kitchen, for example, if you need more counter space for chopping or mincing then pull out a drawer and put a cutting board across the drawer. It’s the perfect height, and adds just the right amount of space when you need it and pushes away when you don’t need it. It’s that sort of cleverness that really attracts me.

So size isn’t so much of an issue. What it really comes down to are really high-quality durable tools that make sense to use. Great refrigerators with numerous zones, whole-doors, and the freezer on top. A really excellent oven, using natural gas for fuel, a smaller oven on top of a larger one below, with interiors that are nice and clean. I’m particular about the design of the oven space itself. Ovens need good temperature controls, but that’s only part of it. Ovens, no matter what system controls the temperature inside the oven can benefit from bricks. Cheap and easy, bricks are awesome in ovens. They absorb heat and radiate heat slowly – the oven takes longer to get to temperature but the variability of the temperature cycling is smoothed out as the bricks compensate for the variability and make your baking much more reliable. The cooktop needs to be large, or as large as it can be. Lots of burners and with the right tools even the most basic of ovens with cooktops can become a great and versatile tool. For the cookware the kitchen needs to have at least a various compliment of Lodge Logic cookware. I prefer in nearly every situation to cook with cast iron. There are exceptions, proper steel pans for crepes for example, and stainless steel 18/10 sauciers. Kitchen gadgets and tools are pretty much dominated by OXO brand as far as I’m concerned. Much of what they make is superior to other options because they are designed well and cleverly, like measuring cups you can use looking down into them instead of across of them. There is another brand called “The Pampered Chef” that makes wooden spoons and they are exceptional. All of these things are good selections in the perfect kitchen, but the most essential tool in any kitchen, the ones you want to really concentrate on because you’ll use these tools the most are your knives. Every kitchen should have a host of fine knives and they have to be sharp, non-serrated, and of multiple sizes. paring, small chef, large chef, butchers blade and optionally a Santoku blade. I’m a huge fan of Victorinox brand for knives. They are inexpensive, durable, sharp and of exceptional quality. Your knives do not have to be expensive label-whore blades, but they have to be razor sharp and regularly sharpened. Nothing contributes to kitchen injuries more than struggling with a dull knife.

So my perfect kitchen can be a movable feast. I would want to bring my own knives with me if I were to go wandering – everything else is pretty much either a standard or can be worked around. Perhaps someday I’ll have a house where I can design the kitchen and that’ll be where the heart of my home will be.

Reset Button

Every once in a great while I will take one 5mg dose of Melatonin right before bedtime. I like to think of it as an occasional little helper that helps me crash hard for sleep. It doesn’t get in the way of dreaming for me and is always feel super refreshed and recharged afterwards. Maybe because I got eight and half solid hours of sleep might have something to do with it. If you have problems getting to sleep and staying asleep, skip Lunesta, Ambien, or Intermezzo and instead try one little pill of Melatonin.

FitBit Part Two

I have returned my poor dead fitbit back to best buy and used my 2-year warranty. They returned the unit, put up a $100 gift card then tore up the old 2-year contract because its one-use. Then I picked out a new FitBit One (new and nicer) and they applied the gift card and then all I had to do was pay for the pro-rated new 2-year protection plan. Total spent? $3.83. I’m good with that. Yay!

FitBit

My FitBit failed yesterday. The poor thing no longer wants to work and when I plugged it into the charging base it just started to flicker with half the display actually showing. It was just another nail in the coffin that was yesterday and I was only half-expecting FitBit to honor their warranty because I doubted I had my receipt.

As it turns out, I started rolling up my receipts and storing them in a little collection box in my kitchen. I opened the drawer last night and rooted around for it, not expecting to find it. Not only did I find it, but I also discovered to my chagrin that when I purchased the FitBit I also purchased the “Performance Guarantee” with Best Buy for $15, which covers the device for two years and expires on 8/28/2014. So not only do I not have to muck about with the warranty procedure and wait for shipping and processing, but I can get a new unit as soon as I can get myself down to Best Buy.

Now I know what I’m doing for lunch. 🙂

Throwing My Shoes

Watching local news on Fox affiliate. I started getting grumpy and all agitated and yelling at the TV. Then I realized that watching local news is bad for me. Nothing good ever is revealed. Murders, rapes, shootings, all heavy drama or heavy scandal. I, as a rule, don’t watch this crap and when I do see it I am reminded just how toxic it is. The news is not good for you. What will knowing do for you? What benefits come in the countless sad revelations that are shamelessly paraded out for public consumption?

So, time to seek out something else. Anything but the worthless toxic news. News of what? A world slowly winding down. A world rotten and full of seams. Seek out sunnier skies, even if you don’t know what’s just down the road a pace, in the next city or even across town.

Sometimes it’s better to not know. Live in blessed ignorance. In the end each of us must answer the question “What good does this represent in my life?” and if you can’t figure out an answer, perhaps there is a lesson there.