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12 of 12: December 2009

Saturday, December 12th, 2009

I was a bit stunned to realize that it’s December already!  Winter has moved in somewhat, as evidenced by the blizzard we got a week ago down here in the ATX, but listening to NPR, I was shocked by the realization that it’s only been a year since Bernard Madoff entered the lexicon – indeed, it’s only been a year since the word “bailout” was introduced as well.

Does that mean it’s been a long year?  Or a short one?

This is my 11th 12 of 12 for the year—my perfect record was ruined because I didn’t manage to do one in October (it would, frankly, have sent me ‘round the bend).  Bah.

9:41 am: Coffee

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Cafe Yaucono, imported personally by yours truly from Puerto Rico, where they know what coffee is supposed to taste like.  (I brought back five pounds of the stuff and vacuum packed it).  Cafe Yaucono was chosen as the unanimous favorite by five out of five supermarket employees quizzed by yours truly as they walked by and were asked, “Cual de estos cafes es lo mejor?”

10:20 am: Time to make the jelly

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As I lamented the other day, shortly before the hard freeze that hit last weekend, I ran out to salvage what was left of the crop off of the chili and pepper plants that started to produce again in October.  What this did was stick me with a half pound of habanero chilis, which are ridiculously hot – most salsas that use them call for half a chili, whereas I had over 30 to do something with. While I like to make my own salsa, the prospect of using all thirty up half a chili at a time was not one that I found attractive.

My Facebook pal Claire – haven’t seen her since high school, but that’s the beauty of Facebook – found a solution online in the form of a recipe for cranberry habanero jelly.  Over the years, one of the taste combinations that I’ve grown to love is spicy/sweet.  Not coincidentally, I’m a big fan of the locally produced raspberry-chipotle sauce, and its cousins that combine mango, ginger and habaneros, and peaches and habaneros.  Problem is, when peach season hit (and it hits nicely in the Texas Hill Country – you can buy a bushel at a roadside stand very cheaply), I had no habaneros.  Now that I have habaneros, the peaches are out of season.  Cranberries are a nice, seasonal alternate.

10:58 am: Simmer down now

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Admit it.  You’ve always wanted to see what a slurry of 3 cups of white vinegar, two cups of seeded, diced habaneros, three cups of diced red bell pepper, and a cup each of fresh and dried cranberries looks like when it’s simmering in a pot.

11:11 am: My Smart Stick is Smarter than your Disco Stick

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I don’t use my immersion blender nearly enough.  This was right before I added the 14 cups of sugar.

11:30 am: A Wet Dog is an Unhappy Dog

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I know I’ve mentioned this before, but Mocha hates water and getting wet.  But she smelled, so it was time for a bath, which involved much sulking.

11:57 am: An Unhappy Dog is a Sulky Dog

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Not to toot my own horn, but this may be the best photo I’ve ever taken of Mocha.

12:17 pm: The haul

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Back at the stove, with the fruit pectin mixed in and the jelly all ladled out into individual jars.  It’s heavy on the spicy, that’s for sure.  I bought a bunch of small jars that will be used as office gifts.

12:54 pm: Boil, dammit

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It took forever for the water to come to a boil so that I could start sealing the jars.  What they say about watched pots is true.

3:20 pm: Can we go now?

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Lunch and a couple of shows on the DVR later, Mocha starts getting a little restless because it’s time for her W-A-L-K, and she’s not going to let us forget it.

7:51 pm: At the Cajun Christmas Party

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Ray’s coworker Elisa throws a Cajun Christmas party every year, ‘cos she’s a born and bred Louisiana girl.  And let’s be honest: Etouffe is just another way of saying “in lots of butter.”  There’s absolutely no bad there.

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For much of the evening, I was seated in front of the rum cake and other desserts.  I was very good … although the yogurt coated pretzels did prove to be my weakness.  Whatevs.  I just won’t eat tomorrow.

10:07 pm: Homeward Bound

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I don’t know why it is that I like playing with long exposures when I’ve been drinking (this one was a 2 second exposure … and, no, I wasn’t driving – give me some credit), but I do.  I think it matches my state of mind.

And that was MY 12th.  How was yours?

Just Can’t Take it Anymore

Monday, September 7th, 2009

It’s been a while since I’ve posted.

In all honesty, I’m a bit tired of the same old aimless blogging.  This outlet is no longer as anonymous as it used to be, and, in true “careful what you wish for fashion” I’m in a conundrum: I have more readers, but they’re people that I know.  Some of them don’t always seem to be familiar–either with the concept of exaggeration for comedic effect, or with my tendency to use it liberally.  Some of them are likely to approach me in the hallway (either a literal hallway or a metaphoric one) and ask me about something I’ve written.

In the case of literal hallways, it’s even more alarming: I’ve written things about my work environment that are predicated on a good number of my coworkers not knowing that I have a blog.  Some people are good about keeping the secret, others … less so.

And so, I’ve tried to keep my liberal rants and raves to a minimum in the hopes that I won’t offend anyone.  And in doing so, I’ve made myself rather bored with the whole concept.

Well, I’ve got a rant.  And if it offends you, tough.

For a while, I’ve been trying to put my finger on my feelings about the current political situation in the country.  And, frankly, it’s not just a political thing although what set me off today is political in nature.

We have guaranteed freedom of speech in this country.  The problem that I’ve noticed is that as a society, we don’t practice responsible freedom speech.  Americans seem to think that if they have a thought on their head, it needs to be stated out loud.

At the moment, we have this whole situation going on with President Obama: the man has the gall to want to speak directly to schoolchildren to encourage them to stay in school.  The nerve!  Doesn’t he know that as a bona-fide secret Muslim who was born in Zanzibar* and is trying to convert the entire country to Socialist Fascism** that good right-wing American Christians will see right through the AntiChrist’s ploy to brainwash their children.  After all, Memaw and Naydell left school after the fourth grade, and they turned out just fine!

Seriously.

Our last president … well, let’s put it this way.  In eight years, he took the entire nation to war with one country that had something to do with 9/11 (sorta) but that wasn’t spectacular enough for the news media … or his popularity ratings.  So, we decided to go to war with another country that had nothing to do with 9/11 and posed absolutely no threat whatsoever to the United States–this second war was justified on the presentation of completely false intelligence that the White House, it has been revealed, practically made up.  As part of said invasion, it was revealed that our infantrymen were involved in torture of sensitive prisoners, and graphic humiliation of non-sensitive prisoners.  We went from having a balanced budget to one so far in the hole that it’s hard to fathom … and, oh, by the way, started the whole corporate bailout scheme that everyone seems to have forgotten about and now blames on Obama.

Let me say this: I have lost my enchantment with Obama.  I have.  I’m starting to think that the best chance the Democrats have to keep the White House in 2012 is for Obama to not run again.

That said, where was this level of vitriol and anger at Bush 43?  I hated the man — hated him.  For all of the reasons mentioned above, and much more.  To his dirty rotten core.  But if he’d spoken to schoolchildren about the importance of education, I would have made a joke that the speech would be titled: “Stay in School!  Don’t turn out like me,” and let it go.  I wouldn’t have petitioned the school board to either not show the speech or change their policies to allow children to skip school during it.

What we’re hiding here is racism, pure and simple.  People don’t like Obama because he’s an educated black man.  It’s not nice to say that we don’t like him because he’s black, so we make shit up.  He’s Muslim.  He’s socialist.  He’s fascist.  He’s Zanzibari Kenyan.  But, no, really it’s not because he’s black.  We’ve evolved.  (But only metaphorically — we don’t use that term to suggest that we believe in Evolution.  We all know it’s much more likely that an invisible guy who lives in the sky snapped his fingers and made the entire universe happen in six days.)

Moving beyond politics: Americans really do think that they can say whatever they want — which they can, but without any sense of appropriateness or decency.

Take, for example, an experience that I had in El Paso a few weeks ago.  Natalie and I delivered training to a group of 70 people.  At the end of the day, as we were proceeding to the rental car with our things, we reflected on the day.  “It seemed to go well,” she said to me.  “People really seemed to enjoy it.”
“I think so too,” I said, “but I noticed that there was at least one evaluation that seemed to be straight 1s down the line.”  [Our evaluation forms consist of rankings on a 1-5 scale: 1 is "strongly disagree / poor / strongly dislike."]

Natalie then did what we’ve learned over the years that you should never do.  While standing in the parking lot, she pulled out the collected evaluation forms and started going through them.

I should say this.  The number of negative evaluations was somewhere around 4.  Of 70.  Far outnumbered by the number of overwhelmingly positive evaluations.

However, the negative evaluations were really negative.  Like, nasty on a personal level toward the two of us.  One of them, for example, went into pedantic detail about what a poor speaker I am because I said “um” and “ah” too much during one of the presentations (which I had prefaced by saying, “I haven’t done this one in a couple of years, so bear with me”).  I won’t even repeat some of the other comments because, well, they’re not worth repeating.

We sat in the rental car (yeah, it was a dry heat, but 102 is 102, especially when the sun is shining directly on you) in shocked silence.  “So much for professionalism,” I said.
“What on earth would make someone think that it’s OK to say these things to someone?” Natalie asked.
“I … have no idea.”

The coordinator of the event contacted us last week to see if we could set up another date for later in the fall or spring.  “All in all, I think it went very well,” she said.

Natalie called to ask if there was any way to respond in a way that would both convey our enthusiasm and willingness to continue working together, while making reference to the unacceptable and inappropriate nature of some of the comments on the evaluation forms.  “No,” I said.  “It’ll make us seem petty.”

My guess is that the reason people say nasty things is the disconnect of the written word: it’s easier to write it out and not have to deal with the repercussions of watching what you say hit home.  I work with a professor like that: in person, he’s the sweetest, most generous guy.  Put an Ethernet connection between him and the rest of the world and he becomes the sadistic lovechild of Dorothy Parker and Jason, the machete wielding villain of the Friday the 13th movies.  I’ve never heard him use the f-word in person.  I’ve never read an e-mail from him that didn’t contain it.

Why are we, as a people, so unaffected by the notion of the effect that the words we write have on others?  Why do we think it’s OK to engage in such awful diatribe?  Have we really lost the ability to debate civilly without resorting to name calling, innuendo, and wild accusations?

In other words: what’s wrong with us?

*Yes, children: in 1961, Mombassa, which is now in Kenya, was part of the sultanate of Zanzibar.  It became part of Kenya in 1963.  I strongly suspect that the reason why no one in the birther movement knows this is because they all think Zanzibar is a made up place like Wonderland, Narnia, or Canada.

** Quick primer: fascists are on the extreme right side of the political spectrum; socialists are on the left side–and not that far to the left, either.  You think they’re farther than they are because American “liberals” are what, in most countries, are called “leftist-centrists,” meaning that they’re just to the left of the center on the political spectrum.  Socialists and Fascists do not like each other as a matter of course.  It is not politically possible for Obama to be a socialist while pursing a fascist policy.  It does not make you look smarter to try to use both terms together and pretend that they mean the same thing.  They don’t.  And it makes you look even more stupid than you are.

Taste the Rainbow, Bitches!

Thursday, May 14th, 2009

Bad joke from a colleague:

Q: What does a gay drive-by shooting look like?
A: A bunch of guys in a pink Ford Focus throwing Skittles out the window, screaming “Taste the rainbow, bitches!”

There’s been an awful lot in the press lately about the relationship between the Obama administration and gays (specifically, that there really isn’t one).

Andy Towle jumped on the bandwagon today, citing an appearance by Dan Savage on MSNBC in which the sex-advice columnist and go-to homo spokesman (who knew?) said that if he could give the Obama Administration a letter grade on GLBT issues, it would be an F.  By way of further discontent Andrew Sullivan is quoted in a scathing piece he wrote in the Atlantic about Obama’s administration.

I should point out here–because Towle didn’t–that I loathe Sullivan on a level that I normally reserve for the neo-conservatives who are gunning for my job and think that, as an employee of the University of Texas, I ought to be taking orders from the Central Intelligence Agency.  The simplest reason for this is that Andrew Sullivan is a neoconservative xenophobe.  Before he jumped on the anti-Bush bandwagon (which he did long after anyone with sense and reason had done so), he was a die-hard Bushite, supporting the invasion of Iraq and a “stone the Muslims before they stone us” foreign policy.  Just because he was never on the Obama bandwagon doesn’t make him any less than a bear in sheep’s clothing.

I don’t honestly have a problem with the outrage.  I just don’t share it.  When it comes to Obama and what he’s done for gay rights in the first 100+ days of his term in office, while combatting the worst financial crisis since the Great Depression, trying to wind down the war in Iraq, trying to ramp up the war in Afghanistan and trying to figure out how not to get involved in a brewing civil war in Pakistan, dealing with a new, unco-operative adminsitration in Israel, a Congress that won’t play nice with itself, and get key Cabinet posts filled (among a few other things), I am … well, that’s just it.

I am reminded of a scene in Coupling where Steve, looking at fabric for sofa cushions, tells Jeff and Patrick, “I almost had an opinion about that one.”

I recall having a lengthy IM chat with my friend Michael back in primary season (gods, remember that debacle?) in which he expounded at some length his suspicion that Obama didn’t really care about gays.  (Which president has?)  On the other hand–and maybe this is really pollyanish of me–were people waiting in the wings to jump down Bush’s throat 100 days in about all the things he hadn’t managed to accomplish yet?  Part of me feels like there’s a lot of selfishness going on: everyone wants Obama to pay attention to their issues first.  It’s a logistical impossibility.

I’ll probably be stripped of my membership card and secret pink parking pass for saying that I just don’t understand the vitriol … yet.  It does, however, bring to mind some of the doubts that I had about Obama: I kind of wonder if he’s just too bloody nice to be president.  There’s something of Jimmy Carter about the man.  He who tries to make everyone happy makes no one happy.  Sullivan, Savage et. al. would argue that he isn’t making us happy, and I guess he isn’t.  Maybe I’m just happy that he’s not out to get us like the last guy was.

I’ve got other battles to fight closer to home, and I’m willing to wait a little while longer to see how things go.  But maybe not too much longer.

And I still think Sullivan’s a creep.

Random Round Up

Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009

It’s been a while since I blogged, and I know I’m falling behind. It’s that end-of-the-semester crunch time, and I’m actually making an effort to put the computer down when I’m not at work. (I didn’t say I was being that successful at it, but I’m trying).  In about a week and a half, classes will end and things should start getting back to normal.

However, here’s a random bunch of things that have happened recently about which I feel the need to express an opinion or one another.  (Perhaps I should call this post “Opinions by Chris™”)

1) Miss California needs to shut up now, thanks. You didn’t lose because you’re against gay marriage.  You lost because you’re an obnoxious chatterbox and no one can listen to you talk for more than 15 seconds without starting to bleed from the ears.  The reason why you can go on Fox NEws and talk about this at length is because everyone who works there is from outer space.

2) Perez Hilton needs to shut up now, thanks. There’s really nothing new there, but I just need to bitch slap HER down, too.  You run a blog.  This doesn’t make you famous or talented.  It does, however, apparently qualify you to go on Larry King.

3) Dick Cheney needs to shut up now, thanks. His term is up, and yet he’s still fearmongering all over the television.  No, Mr. Cheney, releasing the CIA memos on torture doesn’t make America less safe.  Kidnapping people from their homes, flying them halfway around the world and torturing them in secret prisons does.  Wanna know how I know this?  BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT THE TERRORISTS ARE SAYING, JACKASS.

4) GOP Leaders, please read the above.  Then shut up.  Thanks.

5) I still don’t care about Madonna and the Malawiian baby.

6) The financial bailout. I’m not sure Obama knows what he’s doing.  I’ll admit it.  I don’t think anyone else knows what they’re doing, either.  I do, however, wish that Fox News and a good chunk of the Republican party had a long term memory (it’s been FIVE MONTHS) and could remember that it was the Bush administration that approved the much-maligned AIG bailout that came with the million dollar bonuses.  We’re all in this together, idiots.  Stop blaming it on the Dems.

7) The Battlestar Galactica finale. I liked it overall.  Two things I didn’t like: the non-resolution of the Starbuck plotline (I’m sorry – Ronald Moore’s explanation that it’s “Whatever you want to imagine it to be” is LAME); and the hit-you-over-the-head robot sequence at the end.  For a series that worked entirely with subtlety, that was really annoying.  Also, his cameo at the end was distracting.  And I really want to be able to read what they produced for the fake National Geographic article because, yes, I am that lame.

8) Everything’s better with a bag of weed.

If I have to embarrass myself singing this as I walk down the hallway, so do you.  Bwa ha ha!!!

And I’m spent. More later.

Careful what you wish for

Thursday, February 26th, 2009

The other night, I had one of those “be careful what you wish for” moments. At this point, I suppose there’s no denying that I’m an Internet addict. I’m constantly checking my e-mail (when it works — which it hasn’t been lately — I can even get it on my phone), and whenever we pull into a hotel for the night, I pull out the laptop to see if there’s an Internet connection I can use somewhere. Preferably one I don’t have to pay for.

This recent trip to the Rio Grande Valley was no exception. The hotel in Edinburg was annoying–you actually had to plug your computer into an Ethernet cable. What Luddites!

When I got to Laredo, I was happy to see a wireless connection. I checked my e-mail and then made the usual round of the Web sites I check for updates on an obsessive basis: my blog stats, Facebook, and flickr. The blog stats were unimpressive (not terribly surprising, given that I hadn’t posted anything for a while). Facebook was full of the usual crap: friend requests I’m not sure I want to accept, invitations to events I don’t plan to go to (lately I’ve been invited to an inordinate number of things taking place–usually the next day–in Cairo), and invitations to accept pieces of flair, little fish for my pond, and other random things. (Note to Facebookers: I reject all of these. You can send them if you like, but don’t be insulted if I don’t send them back.)

When I got to flickr, however, there was an update. Two of my photos had been favorited! This makes me happy (for the un-flickr-initiated, that’s what happens when someone decides they really like one of your photos: they can tag it as one of their favorites, which means that they can then access it from their own account any time they want).

Then I saw who had done the favoriting.

I’m sorry to do the bad story teller thing here, but I’m not going to publicly identify the individual in question. I know for a fact that he trolls the Internet looking for people who mention him, the organization he works for, and the Web site that he runs, and I don’t want to do him the service of sending traffic his way, nor do I particularly want him or his minions reading my blog.

What I will tell you is that, in the field I work for, this guy is kind of in the Fred Phelps role. Since 9/11, he’s been one of a handful of neo-conservative nutjobs who’ve decided to use the atmosphere of paranoia, patriotism, and the general political climate of the Bush administration to go after academia. He’s one of those people who thinks that the best way to make sure that university students aren’t being indoctrinated by America-hating liberals is to mandate “balance” in the classroom through legislation. He’s even established an organization dedicated to “improving” my field of study by “restoring balance.” The fact that said organization has, in the five years it’s been operating, never once criticized anyone for being too supportive of his viewpoint (and, trust me, there are plenty of people out there who are) is, of course, completely irrelevant.

For a while, there, they managed to get people in Congress to listen. Among the many things they wanted to do was appoint a “supervisory committee” (which he and his friends expected to be appointed to run) that, when they proposed the idea, would have had the power to go through individual course syllabi and suggest revisions. When nearly every university that receives funding under the federal program in question basically told Congress that they’d rather not accept any more funding than accept such oversight — and, by the way, is this even Constitutional?–things went through various forms of revision until the entire committee idea was dropped altogether. Nowadays, of course, if anyone even brings up this little historical tidbit, it’s because we’re all “hysterical.”

So, I have to admit that when I saw that this particular individual had seen my flickr account and favorited a couple of my photos, my palms got sweaty. I immediately went to my profile. Dear God, I thought, what can he find out about me? Has he seen my blog?

I mentioned this to a couple of friends, and got some sympathetic noises, and I went to bed.

When I woke up in the morning, I did the internet obsession thing again … and then I noticed that, over the course of the night, he had un-favorited my photos.

And I was strangely insulted. So, what, are my photos not good enough for you? Are they too liberal? They’re good photos! Really. (OK, technically, they’re photos of photos hanging in a museum somewhere. Regardless, I did a lot of work touching them up.)

And then I came to the conclusion that I’ve always known was lurking just underneath the surface somewhere: I need help.

… happy Thursday?

 

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