i said WHAT?!

did i just earlier today post something about rarely posting about politics? um. never mind…

no big thoughts or insights to offer tonight. just a humble observation, having just finished watching obama’s half-hour primetime spot:

what a relief it will be should we indeed collectively decide that now is the time to let the adults step up and take charge for a spell.

Post Script–Why I Love the Rude Pundit, Part 11: Description of last night’s John McCain interview:

In his interview with Larry King yesterday, which was a little like watching the Cryptkeeper have a conversation with the grandpa from The Texas Chainsaw Massacre on some kind of 24-hour zombie station broadcast from Hell …

That’s almost too devastatingly funny for me to safely deal with my coffee.

no on h8

Sigh.

 

Dan made me do it.

 

Well, he didn’t make me as such, but he did put forth a pretty compelling argument that found its way into my inbox. He can be pretty persuasive.

 

To be honest, if a little sheepish, I hadn’t planned on writing here about marriage and California Proposition 8.

 

In spite of how much thought and attention I dedicate to political matters—and this happened to dawn on me unexpectedly just last night—I haven’t really written much about politics here. Just a few bits and pieces along the way. And all I can say for myself is that going forward, I will at least give thought to the mismatch between what I think about and what I write about. I’ll explore altering my writing, or my attention, accordingly.

 

But I have no excuse, nor any reason to resist the request. Prop 8 is political and it’s personal. In light of the express request to speak up—and also in light of events of this past weekend—I’m here to toss my two cents in.

 

Proposition 8 would seek to add discriminatory language into law, aiming to undo the May 2008 California Supreme Court decision overturning the ban on same-sex marriage as inherently unconstitutional. Proponents, funded largely by stinking-rich, out-of-state organized religious organizations, are blanketing the airwaves with fear and falsehoods.

 

The folks that have fought tooth and nail every single earned gain in civil rights protection for LGBT individuals and couples now, remarkably, astonishingly, hold up the domestic partnership option as a shining beacon of fairness and equal treatment, a worthy and fair and equivalent alternative to marriage. As something that we should deem good enough.

 

To them, I say: spare me the disingenuousness—you resisted that one as well, you tried to block those gains from being made, and you’d undo all trace of that legal construct and any others that cover us gay folk in a flash if you thought that you could get away with it.

 

It’s all about fear. And in a nifty though totally transparent bit of projection, MARRIAGE, they decry, must now be SAVED. SAVED!! Saved, from homo hordes who’d strongarm or shutter churches, and who would recruit and indoctrinate school kids, and yadda yadda.

 

Oooga booga booga.

 

The reality is that the institution of marriage has been tarnished exclusively from within its ranks, and they know it. See: divorce rates, infidelity, quickie Vegas weddings (by people who barely know each other, but, well lookie there, they’ve got the correct opposing junk, so that’s all they need to go to the altar, etc., etc.)

 

I actually think they’re fearful that—seeing the divorce rate for what it is: high, and knowing that to be ENTIRELY the fault of married (and formerly married) straight people—it just might be the case that, yet again, the gay folk move into new territory and actually manage to gussy things up a bit once they get moved in and settled.

 

I do not expect to sway anyone here. I’m merely expressing my sorrow at the prospect of everyone being forced to adhere to the religious dogma of some, and also my hope that what will undoubtedly be a very close vote will weigh on the side of fairness and justice and inclusion.

 

Against same-sex marriage? That’s cool. So don’t have one then. Problem solved.

 

This past Saturday, in the company of a couple dozen friends and some really, really big trees, my partner and I were wed. It was at the culmination of a five-hour annual extreme croquet camping ritual. We exchanged vows and rings in a circle of trees, we wore yellow calla lily boutonnieres pinned to our sweatshirts, and wreaths a friend wove on our heads, and it was solemn and sentimental and just silly enough to work for the two of us and for those who know and love us and who were able to attend.

 

I am hopeful that others—couples who haven’t even met each other yet—will continue to have the legal protection, full rights, benefits, responsibilities of marriage that we are able to enjoy.

 

The world didn’t end when Vermont became the first state to enact civil unions.

 

Ditto when Massachusetts became the first state to permit full-legal-protection same-sex marriage.

 

California has not tumbled into the sea.

 

What has happened is that legal protection and recognition have been granted to couples and to families—yes, families—that don’t necessarily look exactly like everyone else’s; and that more and more people are seeing it as something to celebrate and support; or—perhaps to some most frightening of all—they have come to see it correctly as a total non-issue, as something to not even think or fret about at all.   

 

goat sucker

and once again—this would be the third go ’round, i believe—my efforts at homebrew label illustration are lifted into new reaches of effectiveness with the benefit of friend flannery’s formidable photoshop and layout mojo.

just received, below: the final layout for the label to go on our latest batch, el chupacabra, and, yes, it is indeed a terrible visual pun. that’s how i roll.

anyhow, it’s a mexican chocolate stout (about 12 oz. of chocolate, with stick cinnamon and red pepper flakes infused in vodka were what we used to take a 5-gallon batch of stout and send it south of the border). we’ve had a pretty good run with our last few batches, and we are feeling optimistic about this one.

latest offering to tonic news

it’s kind of a ponderous piece, but that’s just where i find myself this time of year as i carve another notch.

i actually feel a little bit of satisfaction and relief with the opening sentence, i think it’s one of the livelier ones i’ve hammered out.

I’ve been flailing for the past couple of days, waving my arms erratically, shoeing away article topic ideas as if they were just so many noisome chiggers I’m loathe to let land and be still.

ok, i’ll keep that one.

and it really, seriously was a complete mind-spank to just go fishing online aimlessly for thought fodder and within a couple minutes, stumble across this major finding that came out of the tufts freaking university department of oh-hell-no-you did-not geology.

Best Nickname Ever. Also Least Imaginative.

Pie Traynor.

I’m a fan of the game of baseball, although I came to it really in early adulthood, and my grasp of the game’s historical and statistical finer details is pretty thin. I’d honestly never heard of the guy (and he’s apparently a Hall of Famer), having learned of him in an article recapping down-three-games-to-one comebacks in the history of postseason baseball.

It’s a germane topic this morning, what with the Boston Red Sox—having made the list three times: 1986, 2004, and 2007—perhaps threatening to turn in another turn around. Going into last night’s ALCS Game 4 against the Rays, down 3-1, having dropped three straight by way of too many exploitable pitches, and too much silence among their most reliable regular season big bats, Boston scored eight unanswered in the late innings to take the game, and to delay their tee time for at least another couple days, by a score of 8-7.

Amazing. But back to Pie. And to pie.

I like pie. I like the smell of pie. I like the very thought of pie. I just like to *say* pie. I may even like to say pie and think about pie more than I like eating pie, although that there could just be crazy talk.

Pie. Pie, pie, pie, pie, pie. Pie.

When pie calls, who doesn’t answer?

And it pleased me immensely to have learned of one of the baseball greats of the 20′s and 30s who, literally, answered to “Pie.”

And why?

Harold Joseph “Pie” Traynor (November 11, 1898 – March 16, 1972) was a professional baseball third baseman who played his entire career with the Pittsburgh Pirates (1920-37).

Traynor was born in Framingham, Massachusetts. He received his nickname for a fondness for eating pie.

Mystery solved!

couple of fresh ink dumps

 

 

 

 

Noted:

1) still limited to super uber crappy b&w scans.

2) lost some content along top and right on the second one via bad alignment of the original on the glass. need to redo this one, and hopefully on a color scanner, as i really want to preserve the red stripes on the undies. mostly pencil, with black sharpie, and ultra thin red sharpie.

3) top one’s all black sharpie (fine and ultra fine) over pencil sketch.

4) once again, and for both of the above, i really don’t know what the hell i was thinking.

his contributions to music were Hefti

Ah, crap.

I saw the headline link ” ‘Batman,’ ‘Odd Couple’ theme writer dies,” was unable to immediately match the themes to the composer name, but was able to recall with certainty that it was someone whose work outside of TV theme composition was vast and significant. 

Vast and significant, indeed. R.I.P., Neal Hefti.

As wonderful and iconic and enduring as those particular series themes are, my soft spot for Neal Hefti is a result of his body of work as a composer and arranger in collaboration with the Count Basie Orchestra.

To this day, it’s a bit of a mystery to me as to how, as a kid in rural Maine, I came by a taste for Big Band jazz. The Count and crew became and have to this day remained my favorite from the genre. That I got to see Count Basie perform with orchestra about six months before he died continues to feel like the biggest, fattest, warmest of blessings.

Anyhow, this one–Atomic Basie, featuring Hefti arrangements–is all kinds of badass.

 

Such a wonderful album; years ago, I procured a quite-possibly original pressing copy of this LP, in terrific condition, and it became one of the most prized of my collection. Big thick heavy vinyl. I’ve since purchased the CD.

I’ve long thought that L’il Darlin’ was among the loveliest, most elegant pieces in CBO’s vast book. And though I display an instrument bias here, I still think that Eddie “Lockjaw” Davis’s tenor solo on Splanky by itself is worth the purchase price.

At any rate, a brief bow of the head feels due to a true musical craftsman whose work hit all the right notes with me.

like we didn’t see THIS coming

Quelle surprise.

The financial crisis and a deepening economic downturn are threatening to delay efforts to deal with another pressing global crisis: climate change.

It’s not like this comes as any surprise. In fact, I’ve honestly been expecting as much. But that’s not to render it any less assclowny.

I just want to make sure that I understand this: when the economy, until recently, was presumably displaying all appearances of strength and vitality, we couldn’t embrace responses to climate change, because…why? Because the economy’s gangbusters? And if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?

But we can’t touch it now because it’ll cost too much.

< insert sound of Dave repeatedly banging his head against wall here >

The article comes oh so dangerously close to a breakthrough moment, emphasis added:

But the growing consensus in the United States that global warming is a serious threat has not been matched by a consensus in Washington over how to solve the problem. All of the proposed solutions would require broad changes in the economy and how Americans use energy, and all carry significant costs.

That is the whole point: broad changes in the economy are absolutely necessary.

I recognize that I remain outnumbered in my insistence that the construct of pitting and weighing environment against economy is completely and dangerously false.

I recognize also that I may be worm food long before majority understanding comes around on this.

I will only concede that, ok, yeah, maybe addressing environmental concerns does run counter to an economic system that sucks ass; to a truly, mind-numbingly shittily designed economic system–one that trades in currency based on nothing tangible, but rather on (too often exploited) faith, that thrives on extraction of non-renewables, that relies upon the shift of burdensome costs onto the public, that privatizes gains and socializes losses; to a system where growth is a God whose edicts we dare not question, where instilling an appreciation, instead, of “enough” is akin to explaining bowling to a banana slug.

So, yes, I can see how the fattened champions of an economic system totally divorced from the laws of physics and nature might feel threatened by a push to abide by the laws of physics and nature.

But the supposition that we can’t afford to begin to do things differently, for fear of upsetting the Free Lunchers’ apple cart, is beyond cracked.

Be very, very clear about this:

There will always be entrenched interests aligned in their resistance to any meaningful change in our view of energy (and the economy, and the environment). There will never be any shortage of excuses–in good times or challenging–for why it’s not a good time to tackle this. From the select, powerful few, there will always be cause–thoroughly rationalized–as to why we can not, must not deal with energy in a profound, top-to-bottom, systemic manner.

For these, it’ll never be a good time.

The “significant costs” of energy realignment are not big piles of dollars sucked into a vortex. This is an investment–ok, a series of investments, and big ones at that–and there are returns to this investment: new, domestic, and non-outsourceable jobs; reduced health costs owing to diminished environmental impacts; improved natural resource and ecosystem productivity owing to same; endless billions of dollars that do NOT need to be shipped to OPEC nations, and put on our China tab.

The cries of “but, we can’t afford it” speak to a need to just wake the hell up. Did peak oil go away? Do challenging economic times erase the need to look beyond oil?

Are oil exploration and extraction activities all of a sudden free? Hell, if we can’t invest in new energy, then pissing money away into old energy (which gives us nothing except another chunk of stolen time in putting off the inevitable) must certainly be off the table as well.

How is a time of global, systemic, economic tumult not a perfect and opportune time to address this?

The house of cards has come down. Let’s put the damn deck away, and build more durably.

LATE-IN-THE-DAY UPDATE:

Sweet. Merciful. Crap. THANK you!

WARSAW (Reuters) – Tackling climate change will help, not hinder, governments’ efforts to overcome the global financial crisis, the EU’s environment chief said on Tuesday.

The 27-nation European Union has set ambitious goals to curb carbon dioxide emissions by a fifth by 2020, compared to 1990 levels, partly by making power generators and heavy industry pay for permits to pollute in its emissions trading scheme.

[...]

“We think this (climate) package is consistent with solving the financial crisis… At the moment, people are focused on the economic crisis, but our package is part of the solution,” Environment Commissioner Stavros Dimas told reporters in Warsaw.

“Fighting climate change means investment in energy efficiency, promoting renewable sources and providing incentives to stimulate the economy and contribute to growth.”

The EU also argues that moving to a low-carbon economy will create jobs and reduce the bloc’s exposure to volatile prices of fossil fuels such as oil and coal which lead to global warming.

Look. I get it. I’m a non-mainstream amalgam of idealism and premature curmudgeonhood. I can pop off on stuff that strikes me as the poster child of obviousness and/or critical importance, and may get a blank stare in response.

I will not pull a muscle patting myself on the back here. I’ll merely offer up that it’s a welcome minor victory to encounter the musings of those who have a stand on a far more significant and visible platform than the one I currently enjoy who view this matter of economy-environment-energy overlap pretty much the same way I do.

file under: couldn’t'a said it any better myself

Courtesy of Americablog, I was directed to a pretty thoughtful article by Jonathan Martin that appears at Politico. I’d characterize it as an exploration of where a failed, panicking presidential campaign and a subset of the population dominated by the ancient, reptilian parts of their brain intersect. It’s a dynamic that we’ve seen play out in full view over the past very few days (and I have found it to be a very ugly and disconcerting series of displays).

Anyhow, here’s the money quote (emphasis mine):

John Weaver, McCain’s former top strategist, said top Republicans have a responsibility to temper this behavior.

“People need to understand, for moral reasons and the protection of our civil society, the differences with Sen. Obama are ideological, based on clear differences on policy and a lack of experience compared to Sen. McCain,” Weaver said. “And from a purely practical political vantage point, please find me a swing voter, an undecided independent, or a torn female voter that finds an angry mob mentality attractive.” 

Can’t really add much to that, apart from a sense of sadness that there are so many so gripped by fear that they’re ripe picking for cynical assholes who’ll play them like chumps as they’re worked into frothy, lathery fits.  

And also that I am really looking forward to adults being back in charge.

Hens forth

For the three years prior to setting up camp together with my better half in Oakland in late 2006, I lived in a shared apartment with a good friend in San Francisco’s Richmond district. Within a week I’d grown accustomed to the sound of the neighbors’ chicken coop with its clucking denizens, finding it an oddly placed but quite satisfying addition to the urban residential soundscape coming from the pastiche of interconnected backyards.

I was wholly unprepared for the introduction of the rooster, who announced his presence at about 5 am on his first full day of the job. I was initially livid. Soon though, I grew accustomed to him as well, and, during a spell of unemployment, I grew to find his going off pretty much every hour, on the hour terribly endearing. His disappearance from the scene after about a year and a half came as quite a blow; I’d grown strangely attached to him.

Anyhow, I just stumbled across a Worldwatch Institute article describing the D.I.Y. farming subset that is represented by people who are raising chickens in areas where one might not expect it otherwise: in cities. For a range of reasons—the economy, dietary health and safety matters—it appears as though a minor trend is establishing a foothold in the U.S.

I was certainly aware of urban farming initiatives—San Francisco is among the leaders in thought and action in this regard—but the image I’d been carrying in my mind was more along the lines of vegetables and fruits. I’m pleased to learn that tending to a small chicken flock is becoming an increasing part of the mix.

Feel free to sing along in celebration if you know the words.

There ain’t nobody here but us chickens

There ain’t nobody here at all

So quiet yourself,

And stop your fuss

There ain’t nobody here but us

Kindly point that gun,

The other way

And hobble, hobble hobble of and

Hit the hay

“Hey boss man

What do ya say?”

It’s easy pickens,

Ain’t nobody here but us chickens

–from Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens, Louis Jordan