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The Prez: The Sequel

Ordinarily, this is where you would see a pic of my adorable daughter.  Tonight, however, we saw a frighteningly close race for the office of the President of the United States.  So there’s a collective sigh of relief.  And no pic.  She was dependably adorable today, but I’ve been  distracted.  Now that it’s a lock, I’m watching Fox News.  They don’t even try to be impartial over there, do they.  That is a room full of defeat.  And the reams of excuses!  Shouldn’t there be a law forcing them to call it news entertainment, like the Daily Show and Colbert?  Wait – that’s a grossly unfair comparison.  Jon and Stephen use facts for comedy.  Fox passes comedy off as fact.

The popular vote is uncomfortably close.  What this says to me is that the general populace is frustrated at what they perceive as a lack of momentum in economic recovery.  That says to me not enough people are aware of where that inertia is coming from.  Punching right through the fog, you realize that right there is why the Republican party still exists at all.  It’s a rich boys club devoted to staying that way, and enough people are out there willing to believe in things like trickle down theory and voting the same way daddy did.

I mean, I get it, not everybody believes that a nation should provide for its people, or that if everybody invests in everybody, everybody gets more.  Some people really do believe that the best way is every man for himself, and if I get crushed, well, I wasn’t trying hard enough.  I firmly believe, and always will, that thinking that way is pathetically short-sighted.  Doomed to failure in the face of deeper thinking and farther reaching strategy.  Here’s a confusing illustration: if you can get to the top just by keeping everybody else down, then you never have to be any better than just better than them.  You are intensely vulnerable to someone from an environment where everybody worked together to raise the bar overall.  You can be certain that his qualifications will exceed yours, because he had to work harder to rise above his competition.  A society where only the chosen few can succeed, and do so at the expense of the majority, can’t hope to compete with a society that promotes a stronger collective.

So the insidious part, of which the old suits of the Republican party are perfectly aware, is that they no longer need to climb the backs of lesser men.  Business has grown past borders.  The American middle class is irrelevant to the American elite.  The nation’s economy might depend on middle class spending, but the profits of the corporations owned by the 1% do not depend on the nation’s economy.  All they need the middle class for now is electing favorable politicians, so that nobody fucks with the laws that keep them rich.

But wait, you argue, if the middle class isn’t spending money, the corporations will have no profits.  Yeah, duh, I know.  This is my entire point.

So how do you keep the middle class spending money?  It’s not by giving them tax breaks.  Both Dems and the GOP keep screwing that up.  That’s just election bait.  You keep them spending money by creating an environment of stability and security.  People spend more when they know there’s more coming.  Simple fact.  So tax them fairly, tax everyone fairly.  And use that money to create stable infrastructure.  Universal health care.  The highest standards of public education.  Social programs that promote ability.  Free post secondary education.

Man, read those words again.  You just know that that place, wherever it is, is a happy place where people spend money.  Low crime and a very healthy economy.  And lots of extremely competitive professionals, globally speaking.

Or you can deregulate the financial sector, promote cronyism, and reward backstabbing.  High crime, prisons beyond capacity with the poor and uneducated, a ludicrously top-heavy economy, and a public education system that barely passes muster as a babysitting program.  Never mind the military spending that could, in one year, put every child in the country through school from kindergarten through a doctorate of their choice.

Anyway, rant rant.  I can accept conservatism insofar as it keeps liberals from spending too freely.  Money should not be burned.  That said, I cannot accept the majority of what seems to me a political stance with woefully short-sighted thinking.  That, of course, only has legs if you believe in your country.  If you don’t care what happens to your country, then by all means, vote to slash public programs and close schools.  Make teaching a minimum wage job.

Oh dear, I am going on at length.  And it’s not like I’m going to change the mind of any conservative who happens to be reading this.  Like any conservatives read this.  So moving on!  Four more years!  Let’s see some Change!  Optimism Prime!

In other news much closer to the heart, while I was playing with Little Peppermint today, she grabbed my fingers and looked right at her tiny fist.  Twice!  Cause and effect!  Connected dots!  Geeenyus!  Then the moment passed and she forgot she had hands.  But it was a fantastic moment.  Twice!  She’s very smart.  And only seven weeks old.  She’ll be transcribing Greek literature by Christmas.

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Adorable Outtake #1

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Adorable Outtake #1.

Because she’s gorgeous like that.  TYVM.

WELL!  Here we are.  Election Eve.  I reside in a country in which I have no vote.  Kind of like women not so long ago.  Or anyone else who couldn’t own property.  Though I guess I am welcome to own property.  Bad comparison.  Just the women, then.  Right.  Anyway, at least I get to pay taxes.  Sigh.  Nate Silver says the election is a done deal, and that’s comforting.  But I hope Democrat and so-called undecided voters remain blissfully unaware of his confidence, because they are notorious for not bothering to show up if they think their vote doesn’t matter.  Hence the Bush years.  For the love of all that is holy, people, if you appreciate what your country represents, get your ass out of bed and vote.  It matters.  Insert passionate line about civic responsibility here.  And yes, I promise to submit my absentee ballot for the next Canadian election.  May you non-confrontational ambivalents please make that happen before 2015.  Your country and environment can only take so much, whatever you might like to think.

So if Nate’s stats analysis proves correct, as it has for the last half dozen years or so, we can look forward to another four years of… what?  Republican stonewalling?  I’m hoping that, relieved of the need to spend the latter half of his term campaigning for re-election, Obama will be able to drop the hammer with a little more authority, and get some work done.

Anywhoo. I’ll watch Stewart and Colbert’s live coverage of the election tomorrow night to see how it goes.  Or went.  And then we’ll all wake up Wednesday in a brave new world.  Of more politics and partisan bullshit.  Boo.

Moving on.  An old acquaintance is in town for his 40th birthday.  He’s a good mate of Lee’s from the Victoria days, and I know him through various angles of the Vic bar scene.  We used to call him The Kid.  Now most people call him Jason.  Weird.  Probably less confusing overall, since he has a girl who’s about to turn 9.  Man, it’s been a long time.  It was excellent to hang out with him this evening and, crazy as it sounds, get to know him better.  He’s a good man with a boatload of stories.  Reminds me of somebody that way.  I’m looking forward to hanging some more while he’s here.  So strange how that relatively brief period of my life spent in Victoria has been so impactful, so far reaching.  I would say to you, dear reader, that you would do yourself a great service to try to be present in every moment, because you never can tell which of those moments will pay dividends a thousand times over later in life.  Also, don’t be a dick to people (see first point).

Thing poking my brain – remember those Italian honeymoon pics?  Haven’t touched them since.  Bought printer ink though, so that’s something.

Thing poking my brain – did not return that call yet.  The one possibly from the guy who hit me with a truck.  I’m thinking I will:

Thing poking my brain – get an x-ray.  Ibuprofen is working like a charm, but I can’t stay on that indefinitely, so it’s maybe time to find out what my insides look like.  Then, informed and with a clear conscience, I can:

Think poking my brain – return that call.  So his conscience can also be clear.  I’ll see if my chiropractor can refer me.  Closest thing I have to a doctor.

Man, karma can be a lot of work.  Like, imagine what horrors will be visited upon you if you haven’t been doling out the requisite hugs whenever you read my blog.  I shudder at the thought.  Tell you what, I’m going to bed now, and we’ll call it even if you go forth and, in the next 24 hours, find just one person to hug that you haven’t hugged before.  And if they ask why you hugged them, don’t tell them it was because they looked like they needed it.  Tell them it was because they looked like they were worth it.  There’s a difference.

Hugs.  There’s your answer.  Take care of each other.  Vote karmically.

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the tummy grumbles

Happy Sunday!  Happy sunshiney crisp autumn day.  A great day to take Avery on her first subway ride.  She slept through it.  Marjorie has been curious about Astoria since coming to New York, so we had a peek.  Avery slept through almost the entire jaunt, but that just means she was having a good time.  Right?  Whenever a loud sound stirred her, she would lurch her head around, but as soon as she heard me or Mum, she would immediately zonk right out again.  Adorable, awesome, and hopefully an ability that never goes away.

So Astoria, from the bit of Ditmars that we saw, is what you’d imagine suburban Queens would be.  Few buildings over two stories.  Mostly half a century old or older.  Lots of tiny stores.  Real character.  We saw a Starbucks, and it stood out.  We went in anyway, because the weather demanded a peppermint mocha and (I think) an eggnog latte.  Apparently there’s a lot more in the way of big chains like the Gap a few more blocks away on Steinway, but that’s not what we were looking for.  You can find those anywhere.  Literally.  Like, bottom of the ocean, and opening soon Mars 2020.  Anyway, it was a little too crisp for the extended jaunt to Astoria Park, but we’ll do that eventually.  It’s supposed to be a nice park.  A pool and such.

We have to go back, regardless (not irregardless, because that’s not a word).  We’ve heard from reliable sources that the best Thai food in town is to be had in Astoria.  And that’s worth a quest.  Mmmmm yes, oh you bess belee dat.

What’s your opinion of gripe water?  Sodium bicarbonate, dill, fennel.  Other stuff.  Let’s say the no booze version, to move the conversation forward quickly.  As far as western medicine is concerned, gripe water is for old wives.  But that could be because nobody can patent it, so they’d just as soon discredit it.  Like the medicinal properties of marijuana.  But lest I digress, bicarbonate is what makes Tums work, so I could see it being helpful to a baby with a troubled tummy – if it’s acid related.  But gripe water is given for colic (describing behaviour traditionally associated with gastrointestinal discomfort.  Actually, that’s a great Wiki article.  You should go read it.) and there’s really nothing in gripe water that deals with gas.  It seems to me it should contain simethicone, which helps gas move quickly through the body by decreasing the surface tension of the bubbles – bigger bubbles pass more easily.  Apparently.  Ok.  A Google search shows that gripe water generally doesn’t include simethicone, but lots of moms use both and their physicians are fine with it.  So.  Maybe that’s the direction.  Symptom-wise, the meltdowns do happen in the evening, and can last for hours, which is all on the mark for “colic”, or perhaps actual lactose intolerance – though that’s unlikely because they started before the formula.  But I’m not going to diagnose this to death.  I’ll just suggest to Mum that even though these meltdowns have been only a weekly occurrence, we give the cocktail a shot.  Little Tummys does both – for some reason not conveniently combining them.  Might give that a closer look.  Thanks again, mighty Goog.

You know what?  Thanks also to the incredible efforts of the recovery teams here in the tristate area (that’s New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut, for those that didn’t know – like me).  Sandy kicked our asses, and in one week we have transit and power back for most of the five million affected.  Sincerely, my gratitude and impressedness to Con Ed (and other utilities not currently in big trouble for sucking), the MTA, and the literally thousands of men and women who knocked themselves out around the clock getting us all back in the game – and are still going.  Outstanding.  There are a lot of people out in Red Hook, Staten Island, and other areas that are still struggling, and aren’t in a position yet to appreciate, but I know you guys are working your asses off against stunning challenges.  On behalf of my family, especially my warm and dry baby girl, thank you.

Beauty Sleep

Right there is why you guys work so hard, and I appreciate the hell out of that.  If she had the words, and could stay awake long enough, I’m sure she’d echo the sentiment.

Dammit.  I just realized I have yet to return the call that might be from the guy that nearly made me the first statistic of the hurricane.  No hard feelings, actually.  I’m overjoyed to be alive and I trust he’ll look twice next time he hangs a fast louie.  Gotta call that number.  I guess lunch hour tomorrow is the new target.

Sleep well, dear reader.  Now go rack up another hug.  Election day in the US is less than 24 hours away.

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