Wow! I was just over at the Cynics's Party and they've got nothing but strong words of derogation and abuse for the most well known General in America.
Despite the fact that Powell is a card-carrying Republican that allowed his prestige and gravitas to be used by the Bush43 administration, I've always held him in high esteem. The Republican thing never bothered me that much, because if Black people are going to become fully vested in the American Dream and the American political system we have to get off the Democratic plantation. Seriously, the DNC acts like it owns Black votes and we saw that attitude reflected in Bill Clinton's asinine comments during the Democratic primaries.
One friend of mine who is a Black, card-carrying Republican broke it down by saying if there was no racism *most* Black people would be Republicans. He further explained that no one group of people loves church and hates gays, the calling cards of the Religious Right, more than Black people. Ignoring the cognitive dissonance of assuming there is no more racism but homophobia is alive and well, I can't help but agree with my man. If you wanted to get even deeper into it, you could point to the issue of school choice too.
But I digress, back to Gen. Powell. I'm actually the only member of my immediate family that doesn't know the man, or hasn't met him on multiple occasions. BigDaddyRat crossed paths with Gen. Powell several times over the course of his 32 year career in the Army, MommaRat knows Alma Powell and has been to the Powell home on several occasions, and SisterRat worked with Gen. Powell at America's Promise a few years back. So my impressions of Colin Powell aren't just drawn from news clips, but rather people that have worked with him and for him and see the guy when the cameras are off. What they tell me is that he's a decent dude, with a strong sense of duty and fairness.
What I have to wonder is how did a man who accomplished so much in his life fall so far from grace? I guess joining the Bush43 administration had a lot to do with it and the dog & pony show he put on at the UN in the lead up to the Iraq war was the nail in the coffin. Still, is it fair for the chattering classes to place so much of the blame for the Iraq fiasco on Colin Powell?
Gen. Powell doesn't believe that anything he could have said or done would have prevented Iraq from happening. In that context, his decision to stay in the Bush43 administration was a logical one; the only way he could hope to influence events in a positive way was as the Secretary of State.
Sometimes we expect too much from our leaders. They are men and women just like the rest of us, with the same faults, flaws, and fears that keep us from being perfect and always doing the right thing. It's a mistake to castigate Colin Powell and disregard the 40+ years he spent serving our country. Was choosing to serve Bush43 a colossal fuck up on Powell's part? No doubt. But I think Mos Def said it best in the song "Umi Says":
I ain't no perfect man
I'm trying to do, the best that I can,
With what it is I have
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Fall and Fall of Colin Powell
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
This May Be Tougher Than I Thought
Whoops! It's 8pm and I still haven't finished up my writing for the day. I guess I'll go ahead and get my whine on now.
Current hassles today include the ongoing drama of getting rent from our tenant into our checking account. The first problem was a mismatch between the number written on our tenant's check and the amount written out. Our bank (actually a credit union that I'm about ready to 86 because of various pains in the ass they have given me) kicked the check back to us and our tenant swears up and down that she mailed a new check that has yet to show up at the credit union. Having never had a tenant before, I don't know how common these kinds of problems are. Any guidance from the chattering classes is appreciated.
I'm also a little bummed out about the end of rugby season. I hooked up with a college side out here and after about a week with them, I decided that I could help their team better as a coach than I could as a player. So for the remainder of their season I took on a strictly coaching role.
It was difficult for me to say the least because rather than simply concentrating on my own game and my own fitness, I was now in a position where I had to concentrate on (and manage) the tactics, training, and fitness of 25-30 guys. In addition to the rugby side of things, once I assumed the role of coach I then had to gauge the player's varying levels of commitment to the team and attempt to motivate them. For a guy that is a part of the tail end of the last generation of men to have their high school coaches flagrantly curse them at practice and so forth, it presents an interesting challenge.
New Commitment
So while I've been out here in Fargo I've steadily been accumulating observations and anecdotes about life out here on the plains. The problem isn't to find the time to write, I have as much time as I need most days, but rather finding the discipline (and perhaps courage) to write each and every day. I know each blog post doesn't have to be "The Invisible Man", but because that kind of literate, precise, and clear writing is what I strive for, I often find myself paralyzed by my own limitations as a writer.
The decision I have made to get myself over the hump is to make a public commitment to write an average of 500 words a day, five days a week for the remainder of the calendar year. I'm guessing that those five days will usually coincide with the work week, but perhaps not. Sometimes the 500 words will go down in a single post, other days I may do five 100 word posts and I'm gonna leave myself some wiggle room in case I write some sort of emotionally exhausting 1500 word screed, that so long as I reach 2500 words for the week I'll consider my commitment fulfilled.
Of course, the $64,000 question is always does anyone give a fuck? I'm guessing at least a couple of people will be interested to see me spill my brains all over the internet a little more often, but this public declaration will mostly be met by raging indifference.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Haunted Halloween: Limited Space Available
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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Give My Man a Vote
My man from all the way back in high school has entered an Obama poster contest. Cruise by and hook him up with a vote.
Thanks,
HR
Monday, October 13, 2008
Cutting Edge Baltimore
Metro DC was one of the epicenters of the 90's internet boom, but Baltimore is a step ahead when it comes to rolling out WiMAX. TechRepublic EIC, Jason Hiner, blogged about Sprint's Wednesday launch of their WiMAX product called XOHM (ZŌM).
The Baltimore Sun has had both regular news stories and blog posts on the topic. Frequently hilarious troll blog dcistgohome has been quiet on the subject.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Political Observations
Even though I'm out here in Fargo for the moment, my newspaper of choice is still the Washington Post. While the polls say that the Presidential race is still too close to call, it seems like the Post's leading conservative lights are giving up on McCain.
Last week, RNC sycophant Charles Krauthammer waved the white flag of surrender on McCain's behalf. Naturally Krauthammer had to take a few shots at Obama and the Democratic party, but he did have the grace and intellectual honesty to acknowledge that the Democratic candidate for President has, " . . . both a first-class intellect and a first-class temperament."
Then today George Will continued writing the epitaph for McCain's campaign for President. In the first four paragraphs of today's column Will manages to compare (or highlight comparisons of) McCain to legendary baseball manager Earl Weaver, Don Quixote, and Jesse Jackson. It was equal parts hilarious, brutal, and accurate and that was before Will started eviscerating McCain's mortgage bailout plan.
But there's a little more to the story than just the gnashing of teeth and rending of garments being done by conservative commentators. Clarence Page of the Chicago Tribune is concerned about the "Bubba vote." In a nutshell, Page wonders whether the "Bradley effect" will scuttle Obama's bid for the Presidency. It's a legitimate concern and one that can't really be addressed in a proactive way.
UPDATED
Knockout Ed from COINTELPOL provided a link to a good piece of analysis on the Bradley effect. I'm not sure I buy it 100%, but it's definitely worthy of consideration.
SECOND UPDATE
OTOH
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Opening Sat. Sept. 27: James Adelman
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Thursday, September 18, 2008
A Beginner's Guide to "No Homo"
Lawlz! I almost fell out of my chair when I saw this. Expect to see more videos from Jay Smooth posted here in the future. -HR
Sinking to New Depths
You knew that McCain and the GOP were in trouble this year when Karl Rove started criticizing them for putting out ads, "that are, you know, beyond the 100-percent-truth test." Think about how low you have to sink to have your integrity and the veracity of your statements questioned by Turd Blossom. The mind boggles.
But apparently the McCain campaign decided that running false ads, choosing an unqualified VP, and creating lame distractions isn't going to be enough to carry the day. It looks like the GOP is jumping in their wayback machine for a "what's old is new again" dirty trick: voter disenfranchisement.
There's been a lot of talk about disenfranchisement in Florida during the 2000 election, but the GOP seems to have decided to expand their program. Naturally, after the Michigan GOP got cold busted in the cynical and, dare I say, downright unAmerican attempt to stifle voting rights; they immediately started backpedaling but still admitted to using other tactics and techniques to suppress voter turnout.
Thankfully our man in the field, Senator Obama, has directed his campaign to file suit over the disgusting practice of using foreclosure lists to keep people from voting. It also looks like slightly more mainstream media outlets are starting to pick up on the story as well.
When the GOP wonders why there aren't more Black Republicans, they would do well to remember this kind of shit and how it looks to us African-Americans.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Steampunk is Dead?
Who knew Steampunk was even alive? I had heard of Steampunk a while back and had even seen some examples via TechRepublic and the like. Still, steampunk struck me as one of those esoteric trends that gets endlessly jocked by the hipsterati only to be dissed minutes later by someone trying to burnish their too cool for this universe credentials. In this particular case, at least the folks declaring the trend dead did it with a wink and a nod.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Beautiful Struggle
I've been in the tank for Ta-Nehisi Coates since the first time I read his blog a few months ago. In addition to bringing a strong voice new voice to the Blogosphere, TC is the only blogger (that I'm aware of) that has seen fit to bless me with a link. I hold tight to that link as a soupçon of legitimacy for my blogging. Herr Coates just published his first book earlier this year, The Beautiful Struggle and I finally got a chance to read it.
I'm gonna try not to get too caught up in a bunch of superlatives here, but the book is damn good. Even though I'm a few years older than TC and we had vastly different upbringings, I knew that as a Black man and an aspiring writer this book was going to have something to say to me. I read the book in two sittings; after I woke up from a nap today I read the first half while enjoying a couple of hours home alone and then after I put BabyRat to bed I finished it off. I think the last book I devoured like this was the Godfather.
What struck me about this book was that it seems like a spiritual companion to so many other great coming of age stories, both real and fictional. Even though I want every Black man and boy in America to read this book, I hope that others who didn't grow up Black or in an urban environment will read this book and find some reflection of themselves and their life in TC's words.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Friday Night Links
On the music front, I'm all about Santogold right now. Here's a video for the song L.E.S. Artistes, totally badass.
Interested in Google Chrome? Via Twitter, I found a guy named Matt Cutts who seems to have a lot of good background information if you're interested.
Are you ready for some football? I sure as hell am.
How does a Playboy Playmate allow herself to get impregnated by David Spade?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
After the Speech
I'm feeling slightly better, but WTF was up with that music after Obama got done speaking? Naturally I would have preferred that he played "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos" or I would have settled for the Godfather's theme. OK, obviously I'm joking but what if he had finished and then dropped "The Message?"
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This song would have worked as a nice outro too. Check out the video of NaS over at the Cynics' Party killing Fox News.
Was it just me or was the end of Obama's speech kind of weak? He waited until the last possible moment to mention MLK and then it was like he threw cold water on himself and finished up with some lame bromides about unity. I understand that if Obama wants to win this election he has to avoid being seen as "too black, too strong" but finishing up with some weak-ass, whack-ass, generic country music was a punk move.
Feeling Jaded & Cynical
As a (relatively) young Black man today is supposed to be a joyful day of triumph for me, but I'm not feeling that way right now. I don't know if my cynicism about party politics has prevented me from enjoying the coronation of Barack Obama as the Democratic Party Presidential nominee or it's my fear of having my hopes dashed by the reality that Obama is a politician and will ultimately be forced to make the compromises that all pols must make to get elected. Regardless, I'm taking no pleasure in what is one of the most significant political moments in American history and probably the single most important event in African-American history.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Working From Home and its Discontents
While we're out here in F-M area the wife and I are both working from home. I have still have a more or less regular job that happens during regular business hours, so I'm usually out of bed and in front of my computer some time between 7-8am making sure there's not some sort of asinine USDA fire drill jumping off. After extinguishing any early morning fires, I'll make breakfast, get everyone ready, and then send them on their merry way. The wife likes working at the coffee shop, so she takes the little one to school and goes there while I sit around in my underwear all morning working, scratching, and farting not necessarily in that order.
This setup is fine when we can pack BabyRat off to school for the day, but this week her school is closed until Thursday. So now the unpleasant chore of prioritizing either my job or the wife's job rears its ugly head.
To me this seems like a no brainer. I have a regular gig complete with a boss riding my ass, co-workers asking about deliverables, and meetings that I'm expected to attend. My wife on the other hand, is on sabbatical right now. Yes, she has a book to finish and a publisher that has set a deadline that she may not meet unless she gets busy. But having just gotten tenure, it's not she's going to get fired anytime soon.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Back From the Lake
Christ, I keep finding myself in this dilemma; so much to write about and not enough time to do it. The life of a family man is hard (but rewarding), time is tight, and a silly, navel-gazing indulgence like blogging is the last thing on the "to do" list. So for now I'm going to give up on creating a coherent narrative and hit y'all off with some bullet points.-The Dark Knight
I finally got to see this a month late. As of right now, the best superhero movie I've ever seen. There are some haters out there, but they can eat a dick. If I had any say in the matter, I would let this version of Batman marinate for 10-15 years and do a straight up adaptation of the "The Dark Knight Returns". To set the stage, have whoever the best comic book fan/movie maker of the day is do a 30-40 minute uncensored, untouched by studio hands (but with studio budget) viral video 2-3 years ahead of time.- Thoughts About the Lake
I had a blast. BabyRat was able to run buckwild for eight days with a bunch of her cousins; I loved see her able to play and be free without a bunch of restrictions. There was a playground about 50 feet from our cabin and a couple of 9-10 year old cousins who were only too happy to be left in charge of a posse of kids. We were able to go swimming, boating, and fishing just about every day and while you're at the lake you don't have to sweat bedtime and shit too much either.
WifeRat was relaxed and happy because BabyRat was happy, and of course I was happy because they were happy. The fact that I probably drank close to a hundred beers and liter of bourbon over the course of the week may have contributed to that happiness. The beauty part of the setup was you really only had to be on your game a total of less than two days over the course of eight days. This probably sounds really bad to someone reading this, but I was sober when I needed to be. Don't be a judgmental prick.My New Favorite Blogger?
With apologies to my man Ta-Nehisi Coates - the only blogger that's ever given me any shine. Check his blogroll, Woot! - is there anyone who's ass Ken Silverstein isn't scorching these days? The Democratic National Convention? Check. The Taliban/Al Quaeda? Check. Obama? Check. GOP? Check. Mainstream media? Check. Not only is this guy bringing the heat all around the political dial, he's also telling stories and giving analysis you just don't really hear about world events.
I heard this guy on mad lefty radio station WPFW, but what impressed me the most was that in the ten minutes I heard him talking he very and forthrightly copped to his own predjudices and how they affect his work. It was the kind of honesty that you don't typically get from say, someone like David Broder of the Washington Post.
Flame on my friend, flame on!!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Big Pine Lake
One of the defining experiences of life in this part of the US is spending the Summer going to "the lake." Minnesota is billed as the land of 10,000 lakes, now I don't know how accurate that count is but it seems like it could correct. There's Lake Lizzie (where BabyRat caught her first fish), Detroit Lakes, Big Pine Lake (where I am right now), and list goes on.
Now I've been warned by WifeRat not to write about my in-laws and I'll respect that as much as possible, but I'll go on record as saying that it's massively unfair to have me in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of people who say things like, "Uff da" and expect me to not mine that vein of comedy gold.
Tomorrow is the big day, we (me and all the assembled brothers-in-law) are cooking a whole pig. The setup here was that each family would have a day where they cooked for the assembled masses.
Friday, August 08, 2008
No Writing, Just Links
I was just in DC for a few days, but I don't feel like writing right now. Here's what I'm reading about:
Kwame Kilpatrick, just resign already. Seriously, in the words of Oran "Juice" Jones, "close your mouth, 'cause you're cold busted."
Could you imagine the foaming at the mouth if Obama was getting a bunch of shady donations from the Abdullah family?
I found this place Coilhouse via the copyranter. Categories at Coilhouse include: drugs, cthulhu, and stroke material. I lack the verbal skill to do the site justice, go see for yourself when in the mood for something different.
Please, let this be true so that I may cut Comcast out of my life like a cancer.
Friday, August 01, 2008
Separated at Birth?
The second installment in an occasional series.
Presented for your consideration, musician Lil Jon and clubhouse cancer Manny Ramirez.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
From the Mouth of Mark Thorp
mornin'
this friday, 8/1 , DJ L S. y'all know ellis. post-punk like nirvana, pop like madonna, old skool, new skewl... all takin the shortbus...
this saturray, 8/2, Re:sonance (dj's mike darpino & chris diamond). placebo, clutch, underworld, ladytron, damned... definitely rides the shortbus... here's their last setlist http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendID=165842744&blogID=415104203
next friday, 8/8, DJ Mob Beat. gorillaz, james brown, pixies, tribe, prince... meanderin' all over the map (yes via shortbus)...
next saturray, 8/9, Big Nick. hip hop w/ old funk & soul deep from the vaults... & this here's the master of the shortbus so come get you kiddies learned...
thanks so much for all the offers to speak to ABRA on our behalferage. turns out the investigator isn't interviewing anyone from our team 'cause there's no case against us. the hearing's september 3rd, should be good sport if anyone wants to come cheer. we gotta cheer that goes like "ya ya tequila! ya ya tequila! i amn't drunk! still jes' drinkin'!", which is a real good cheer 'cept some of the other kids don't get it. as diamond dave ravikoff would say, them other kids is "clownshoes".
shortbus does wheelies
troy&dawn&mark
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Hulu? Who Knew?
So I've been on TiVo's tip for a couple of years now. I've seen the Comcast DVR and the new DirectTV DVR, but the interfaces aren't as smooth and even though I don't spend a lot of time rating programs to take advantage of TiVo's higher brain functions, I still manage to get some good recommendations out of it. In fact, I almost never look at the suggestions my TiVo makes for me, but one of the few times I looked at the list I found a show called Mad Men.
While we're out here in the middle of nowhere, WifeRat and I decided to roll TV free. We didn't bring one with us and turned down the numerous offers of TV sets as well. When our young cousin came to stay with us last week I thought he was going to have a stroke when he realized we didn't have a TV.
I was talking with one of my teammates before I left town and he told me that he and his wife didn't have cable, but still watched TV over the internet. I knew that networks had started showing streams over the internet, so when I was jonesing for some TV the other night I watched a couple of episodes of 30 Rock that I had missed during the season.
Then the other day I was reading Wired (which alternates between brilliant, insipid, and a collection of press releases for the Silicon Valley flavor of the moment) and saw their "Wired, Tired, Expired" list that contained Hulu, TiVo, and Blockbuster. Blockbuster is most assuredly expired, that one I get, I haven't set foot in a video rental store in at least four years. But calling TiVo "tired" and WTF is Hulu?
Not that I live my life according to lists in magazines, but I just spent almost $1,000 on a new dual-tuner HD TiVo (upgraded with an additional 500GB of storage, natch) with a lifetime subscription less than a year ago and the technology is being declared obsolete? Fuck me gently with a chain saw.
After posting to the other blog I'm contributor on I wanted to watch some TV so I took my stinkin' ass over to Hulu. Interesting stuff, they have a lot of TV shows over there. In the Summer when shows are off the air and the entire previous season is available it seems like a good deal for the low, low cost of free. But this seems awfully forward thinking for companies like News Corp and NBC/Universal. Anybody reading this on the Hulu bandwagon?
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I'm in Fargo on Saturday Night, Here are Some Links
If TC’s stuff wasn’t always so on point I wouldn’t constantly link to him; but he is, so I do. Maybe I’ll just ask him if I can be his publicist.
And here I was thinking this kind of stuff only happened to us Black guys.
Ha, ha! Wanksta rappers get brutally clowned
Here I am stuck in Fargo for six months and the first band worth seeing (the SuperSuckers, at a small venue to boot) comes around on a weekend when I gotta head back to DC. So. Fucking. Lame.
Also harshing my mellow; the Points are playing at Memory Lanes on August 11 in the cities while I’m going to be at the lake with the whole in-law clan. I’ve been warned not to write anything about how badly a certain in-law was annoying me earlier tonight.
Just downloaded Exile in Guyville by Liz Phair the other day, can’t believe I missed this album the first go ‘round. Attention Avril, Alanis, and all of you other angst ridden grrrrls: you will never get close to doing anything this good.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Old Picture
I was irate when I saw this and meant to post it immediately, but better late than never.
It's bad enough (not to mention really ironic) when Parking Enforcement (PE) parks illegally to give a parking ticket. In that case at least PE is doing their job, a job stealing money from District citizens, but a job that has to be done. But this numbskull was illegally parked while running into a convenience store on June 11, 2008 at about 2pm. If you're a PE supervisor who sees this, you should bust this motherfucker's ass!!!
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Straight Outta Grafton
Shit, I have way too much to write about and not nearly enough time to do it. Hopefully that will change now that we've finally moved out of my in-laws spot and into our place. The next big move is to get BabyRat into daycare out here so WifeRat can finally finish her book.
We spent last weekend visiting "the Aunts", one lives in Grafton, ND and the other in East Grand Forks, MN. These are the places where white meets bread.
It's always great to see the Aunts because they're super nice, have an endless supply of cold beer, and always cook me whatever I want. No one is going to be making me seared pork belly or any kind of haute cuisine, but they make some good ass fried Walleye and do amazing things with the fresh new potatoes that are in ample supply this time of year. When I say fresh, I mean fresh like a farmer they know waves them over as they're driving past the field and gives them potatoes they just pulled from the ground. Then they take those ultra-fresh morsels and get stupid with cream, dumplings, and fresh dill; it's carb-tastic!!
This time we were up there mooching because they were supplying us with basically everything we needed for our place: beds, dressers, linens, dishes, desks, chairs, tables, and a couch. So while I was up north in addition to saving myself a ton of money on furniture I ate like a pig, had free child care in the form of various cousins and aunts, and I got to play golf too.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Fargo Field Report
So far things have been pretty chill; I've been taking full advantage of the fact that we're staying at the in-laws place (built-in child care, woo-hoo!) and have been to the movies twice. Yes, I'm living on the edge.
When we got here we had no idea where we were going to live. WifeRat was determined to live as close to her folks as possible, which means we ended up in an apartment about a five minute walk away from their house. I'm mildly disappointed because I didn't move all the way to the middle of fucking nowhere to live in an apartment, but considering it's not quite 1200 sq ft (almost 50% larger than our place in DC) has two bathrooms, a heated garage, a balcony and only costs $790/month it's more than OK. We looked at a 6BR farm house that was gi-normous and only $1100/month; but once we factored in fuel oil costs, the logistical nightmare of getting broadband internet, maintaining the place (I haven't cut grass in almost 15 years), and the fact that we have no furniture we decided on the apartment. The farm house would have been dope, but for six months it wasn't worth the hassle.
Working remotely has been cool so far, but I've actually been working harder than usual. I've got to keep my production up to justify my continued existence on the contract, so I now find myself attending more phone conferences and nonsense than before. While I'm out here, I'm taking the opportunity to do some analysis on exactly what kind of effect the dumb ass policies and initiatives that come out of USDA headquarters have on the actual customers of USDA (farmers) and the field offices that they're supposed to be supporting. My boss is in my corner, but we have a feeling that people aren't going to be happy with what I find out though.
Later,
HR
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Nick is Stepping on His Dick Again
Criminy, Nick from Murky Coffee is having a bad year. Now he's beefing with some clown named Jeff (who appears to be a bit of a dick) about Murky's various policies.
This little pissing match quickly hit Boing Boing and Consumerist and is all over local blogs like DCist and the newly minted We Love DC.
I've got nothing but love for Murky and was sad to see their Capitol Hill location go belly up, but Nick my friend you've got to get a grip. Have you considered switching to decaf?
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Winnipeg Folk Fest
So one of the many activities that I'm participating in while I'm out here in the mid-West is the Winnipeg Folk Festival. This is a big deal for my in-laws and I was told in no uncertain terms by WifeRat that I was going and I was gonna smile and act like I was excited about it too. As you may or may not have figured out from reading this blog, folk music isn't exactly my thing; occasionally listening to the Dead and CSNY while I was smoking bales of herb back in college was about as close I ever came to developing an appreciation for folk music.
However as a music lover, I can find something to like about any kind of music that's been created with some real passion and honesty. And since it's not like you have a lot of sleazy Joe Simpson or Joe Jackson type characters out there pushing their kids into a career in folk music, if nothing else you can be reasonably sure that folk acts are going to bring some real love for what they're doing to the stage and that's something I can always get with. Then once I took a look at the lineup and saw acts like Robert Randolph and the Family Band, Ray Davies, and Lee "Scratch" Perry were scheduled to play I was actually kind of excited to go to this festival.
Too bad the weather didn't cooperate . . . at all. The forecast originally called for a high of 63; no problem, throw on a sweat shirt or light jacket and keep moving right? Wrong!! When we got to the festival (being held at a park that seemed to be only slightly smaller than Yellowstone) we were greeted with gusting winds and rain. My Father-in-law (FR) was ready to throw in the towel before we even went in, but I'll be damned if I'm going to take a trip all the way to Winnipeg just to be deterred by a little rain.
Once we got into the festival we all split up. FILRat got settled in to see an act right by the entrance and my sainted Mother-in-Law (MR) volunteered to baby wrangle, which left WifeRat and I to just wander around and hang out together. Wifey and I saw a bunch of duos on stage together which was kind of cool, but there were some seriously twee motherfuckers up on that stage.
After seeing a some people play, having coffee, getting something to eat, and having a beer the wife and I both started missing BabyRat; so we headed over to the kid's tent to find her. The kid's tent was kind of cool and the highlight of the day for me. I love seeing my kid enjoy herself, her Grandma was stuffing her full of tasty crap and she was tickled by the performers.
As a parent you find yourself watching some really horrible, boring, and strange kid's show an exception to these awful kid's shows is the Backyardigans. I dig the fact that they introduce kids to different types of music. Well one of my favorite Backyardigans episodes is one called "Riding the Range" and while we were in the kid's tent, the band the Aunts and the Uncles played the song "Riding the Range" which totally made my day.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Some Links From the Last Couple of Days
A funny web comic about a dude freaking out at the Apple Store.
Two different stories on the Root about Black men and sexual tourism in Brazil. Interesting stuff, especially the fact that men are calling attention to gender privilege.
Ta-Nehisi Coates has too much good stuff on his blog for me to just pick one, but if forced I would link to the one where he tells the old heads to STFU already.
The copyranter calls out some foppish NYC custom clothier for its lame ass misogyny.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
On the Road, Part 2; I Hate Chicago
We left Merillville, IN about 10 am on Thursday morning with our destination for the day being Wisconsin Rapids, WI; hometown of DC friend, Butterburger (BB). BB is your typical, reserved, unemotional MidWest guy. Last year his girlfriend, the Child Bride; so named because she's only 25, 13 years younger than BB and myself; was complaining that he was "emotionally unavailable." I had to explain to her that with the Packers posting double digit wins and making a Super Bowl run in what turned out to be Brett Favre's last season, that was about as emotional as BB was ever likely to get. So when BB very nervously approached WifeRat about the possibility of us stopping by his parent's house on our way to edge of The Great White North I knew that we had to make it there to see his ancestral homestead. It was just too bad that we had to pass through Chicago on the way there.
There was massive construction just north of where we had stopped on the southern edge of the Chicagoland area, so we got on the road and were immediately sitting still on the interstate. Dagger!
In the new and improved RatMobile there is a DVD player. I am not a fan of facilitating the couchpotato-ification of America's youth through constantly available video entertainment. So for the seven months that we've had our new whip, the DVD player had remained unused. WifeRat and I knew that during a four day cross-country trip our resolve would probably falter. So after two days on the road and hitting our first significant traffic issue, we cracked and asked BabyRat if she would like to watch one of her DVDs. BabyRat was initially baffled by the question but when I flipped down the screen, she had let out one of her patented gasps of excitement and amazement that had her paralyzed with glee for at least 30 seconds.
We make it through the traffic after about 15 minutes and then the tolls start. I swear I spent at least $20 dollars on tolls in the couple of hours I was driving through Illinois. If I had known how many tolls there were going to be, I probably would have bought one of those stupid iPasses when I hit the state line. Even with annoying traffic and exorbitant tolls, I was way more aggravated than I should have been and I realized that I was starting to get sick.
On the rare occasions when I fall ill, WifeRat gets very bossy with me because I don't take good care of myself when I'm sick. After lunch she insisted on taking over at the wheel and I let her; I took some pills and fell asleep in the back seat with BabyRat. I wake up about 90 minutes later feeling much better and get back in the pilot's chair for the remainder of the day's drive.Wisconsin Rapids
We finally make it Wisconsin Rapids about 5:30pm and everyone is happy. I'm happy to not be driving anymore, BB is happy that we're there, WifeRat is happy 'cause she's handed a Leinenkugel Summer Shandy the minute we walk through the door and BabyRat is happy because she has been given a Big Wheel to cruise around on by BB's younger sister (we'll call her BabyButterBurger or BBB) who also happens to be in town from Seattle.
After enjoying some dill cheese curds and finishing off the last of the Genesee pounders we all head out to dinner at a little road house kind of place about 5 minutes from Casa d' Butterburger that I was shocked to discover served sweet potato fries.
After an uneventful meal, we head home and almost get hit by a train. I heard the train whistle, looked for flashing lights, gates, or something to indicate that a train was nearby and saw nothing. After crossing a few sets of tracks, I see that there is a train on the last set of tracks we have to cross less than 300 yards away. I prudently stop and immediately jump out of the RatMobile to ask BB in the car behind us why the fuck don't they have . . . something to let a person know a train is close by.
I wake up the next morning feeling like ass and apparently I looked pretty bad too, because everyone was asking if I was OK. BB's Mom is upset that we have to take off first thing in the morning and depriving her of time with BabyRat, who she fell in love with in about 9 seconds.Petal to the Metal
It's now Friday, the 4th of July. After three days in the car already, with 8 hours of driving to go, WifeRat steps up her game; she shoves my feebly protesting ass into the back seat of the car after being escorted to the edge of town by BB and the Child Bride and proceeds to put in a monster day behind the wheel.
Most of the rest of the day is a blur, I'm intermittently baby wrangling in the back seat and having fever dreams & sweating my ass off. I manage to gag down a few bites of chicken noodle soup when we stop for lunch before BabyRat decides that she wants the soup and takes it from me by force. We make it to the in-laws place sometime in the late afternoon and after happy greetings and such, I promptly fall back asleep on the couch. I wake up long enough to eat half a steak and go back to sleep while everyone else goes to watch fireworks. Worst. 4th. Ever. But we made it to the Hinterlands.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
On the Road, Cleveland Doesn't Rock
After a few days delay (we originally planned to leave on Saturday), we finally hit the road for NoDak yesterday. The last time we drove out there, it was just WifeRat and I and we made the trip in two very long days; but 12 hour days in the car just don't work with a three year-old in the mix so we decided that we would take four days to travel out there and hopefully see something cool on the way. I'm still waiting to see something cool, but the trip has been pretty relaxing so far.
Our first stop was Cleveland, we stayed at an Embassy Suites downtown by Jacobs Field that kind of sucked. No doorman to take your stuff up to your room and the valet wouldn't park our trailer-laden car, but he did direct me to a legal on-street spot where I could park overnight. Maybe I'm being a prima donna, but a high-rise, downtown hotel should have a doorman. Am I wrong for thinking this?
We get to the room and WifeRat and BabyRat immediately put on their swimsuits and are heading for the pool when they decide to hit the head. The bathroom in the room smells like sour old towels, so while they go to the pool I go back downstairs to ask for another room. The staff at the desk gave us another room and comped us a couple of movies for our trouble. After humping all our junk to another room, I celebrate by diving down to the bottom of our cooler and having a shot of Grey Goose (from the freezer that we just cleaned out, what was I supposed to do leave it in DC?) and a can of PBR.
Now I have to find provisions for dinner and fortunately there is a grocery store near the hotel that, in addition to having fresh fruits and vegetables, also has 6-packs of Genesee Tallboys for $2.99 (I'm enjoying one as I type this). We feed the little one and get her to sleep and are settling down to watch a movie when I realize that I need more food. I run next door to this sports bar to grab some fried horribleness and return to find a fired up WifeRat who has been on the phone beefing with the front desk because they're charging $10 for internet access in the hotel.
Now this thing with hotels charging for internet access is a long-standing beef of mine. Hotels should do one of two things, either provide internet free of charge for their guests or, if it's such a cost burden, add the price of internet access to the price of the room. But this idiocy with adding a separate charge for internet is bullshit and must stop immediately; it really pisses me off.
We left Cleveland this morning, but not before I browbeat the morning manager into refunding my $10 for internet access. It wasn't the money, it was the principle.
We stopped today in Merrillville, IN because we didn't want to deal with downtown Chicago pulling a trailer. I'm currently in a non-descript "suite" hotel that doesn't charge for internet access. We had dinner at some Mexican joint, WifeRat had a pair of margaritas and was asleep before BabyRat.
Tomorrow we're going to Wisconsin Rapids, WI to see Butterburger's (friend from DC) ancestral homestead. Butterburger is at his folk's place for the week, so we're going to make that our destination for tomorrow and then the final push for NoDak will happen on Friday. I'll keep you posted on our progress.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Leaving Town, pt. 2
OK, so the schedule slipped on us a little bit and we're not leaving until tomorrow (actually, it's already today since it's now 1 am) morning for the big move.
Packing up all our stuff has been a good exercise for our family and has forced us to get rid of a lot of junk, although it makes me sick how much stuff we waste and hoard. I watched this thing on the Story of Stuff and originally I was kind of annoyed by the presentation.
[quickrant] I wasn't even so much irked by the message (everyone has too much stuff), but really it was the messenger that I wasn't feeling. It was just so typical; an over-educated academic that's been at leisure to navel gaze on the topic of "stuff" is now going to put up a website to preach to the world. Bollocks! [/quickrant]
But after throwing away so many pens, hair clips, food, clothes, shoes, etc. I can't help but think that I buy entirely too much shit. I'm not even talking about the environment or anything, I'm just talking about how much of my money I waste on things that I eventually just throw away. I gave away five pairs of perfectly good (at least wearable and functional) shoes that I probably spent close to $500 on when they were new, that's some seriously wasteful shit. The plan is that rather than using this as a pre-text to buy the next pair of kicks that catch my eye, I'm really going to make an effort to wait until I really need a new pair of shoes.
Then there's the stuff that you have, don't have room for, but want to keep anyway, so you end up on the storage area merry go 'round. Yes, I actually pay to keep stuff that I don't really have access to; it's a nightmare and it is my penance for being an over-consuming dickhead. Seriously, the more I think about this, the more I hate myself.
I have to stop and go to bed now.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Nooner
Kind words for Clarence Thomas that I agree with? Zut alors!!
Lots of snark about yesterday's Supreme Court ruling, complete with wailing, rending of garments, and gnashing of teeth.
PAC 7's this Saturday.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Nooner
Who knew what I was missing by always taking cabs?
A lot of folks are talking about how Obama can win over White voters; some are serious and some aren't.
I don't give a rat's ass about Imus, but Jimi Izrael tells like it is on the latest idiocy surrounding radio's psycho geezer.
While on the topic of douchey old geezers, it's worth mentioning that even GOP dead-enders like Robert Novak are already making excuses for McCain's crushing defeat in November.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Leaving Town
Swiss Family Rat is going to be departing for the Hinterlands of North Dakota for six months in less than a week. WifeRat recently got tenure and in that fine academic tradition now gets to take a sabbatical.
All of WR's colleagues told her that it was imperative that she get out of town for her sabbatical; otherwise, people would constantly be calling her and saying, "Hey, your on sabbatical right now, could you do XYZ?"
Originally we talked about going overseas somewhere, but a couple of things held us back. The biggest thing (for me) was that even though I've lived overseas before, it was under the imperial banner of the US Army. Given the current state of the world, I'm not altogether sure I want to be living outside of the US. I dunno, maybe I'm being paranoid and silly but I just don't feel like the time is right. Also, BabyRat is only 3; I want her to have a good strong memory of life in another country, if we went now she would remember but it would be more of a vague impression.
Anyway, WifeRat is from NoDak and the bulk of her family still lives there so I hit upon the idea that we should head out that way for a while. BR would get to spend some time with her other Grandparents, WR gets out of town for her sabbatical, and HR, well there wasn't that much in it for me other than doing right by my family.
More on this later.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Botanical Illustration and Sculpture Exhibition at USDA National Agricultural Library, Beltsville
Floral Expressions in Stone and Print, a joint exhibition by the National Agricultural Library (NAL) and sculptor and gardener John Jayson Sonnier will be on display at the National Agricultural Library's Beltsville location through August 29. The exhibit features fourteen of Sonnier's botanical sculptures paired with companion prints from NAL's rare book collection.
Floral Expressions in Stone and Print can be viewed on the first floor of the National Agricultural Library (located at 10301 Baltimore Avenue, Beltsville, MD) weekdays, excepting federal holidays, from 8:30 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. More information about the exhibition is available at http://www.nal.usda.gov/floralexpressions/. Sculptor and gardener John Jayson Sonnier has been a notable presence in the DC Metro area for almost twenty years. His work has been shown at the Corcoran Gallery of Art, the United States Botanic Garden, and the National Sculpture Society's Annual Exhibits. The sculptures on display in Floral Expressions in Stone and Print include representations of calla lilies, magnolias, orchids, iris, lotus, and jack in the pulpit created in limestone, marble and alabaster. Rounding out the exhibition is a selection of botanical prints drawn from the rich resources of NAL's rare book collection. These prints, selected from 17th, 18th and 19th century botanical and natural history volumes, were chosen to complement Sonnier's sculptures and showcase some of the rare and significant materials held in NAL's Special Collections.
PETER R. YOUNG, Director
USDA National Agricultural Library
Friday, June 13, 2008
jimmmy valenntine's lonelly hearrts clubb
alrighty then:
this friday, 6/13, DJ D Thrett w/ DJ PM: so saucy... yet so unrefined
this saturday, 6/14, DJ LexusKing: so unrefined... yet so baltimore house
next friday, 6/20, DJ Tobi-Wan Kenobi** w/ DJ Viper & DJ D Thrett: so '80's ballet... yet so modern moose
next Saturday, 6/21 DJ Mellie Mel w/ DJ Dribble: so '80's moose... yet so unballet
hot pants
troy&dawn&mark: so oklahoma... yet so dc
** (yes that's Tobi from XM Radio, no she did NOT approve this DJ tag, all complaints can be directed to your domesticated pets (no really they care))
Friday, June 06, 2008
Curious Phenomenon in DC
I get this in cabs all the time, but it also happens in shops and
stores in DC too; they don't have change for $20 bills. WTF?
You're a retail business on K St NW, smack in the middle of downtown, and you can't make $20 worth of change on Friday afternoon? I find this mind boggling.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Grillin' & Chillin'
So I'm grilling yesterday while WifeRat, BabyRat, and SisRat are playing in the yard; the sky turns dark and rain begins to fall, suddenly and heavily. My three ladies quickly dash into the building and I'm left standing outside in the rain with food on the grill. I'm thinking I haven't started cooking the burgers or veggies yet, so I'll just finish up these shrimp real quick and do the burgers on the griddle upstairs and put the vegetables in broiler or something.
When I asked WifeRat to take the burgers upstairs, she gave me a puzzled look and said, "But we're grilling" as she ducked back inside. By the time I grabbed an umbrella out of the car and got back to work cooking I realized that the rain was letting up a bit and the situation was manageable.
As I continued to juggle an over sized golf umbrella, spatula, tongs, and a beer while trying not to overcook my shrimp and get some vegetables on the grill; I hear someone call out, "Hey, nice cooler!" I look over and see my neighbor Dan, who's cooler I was using.
We had gone swimming with Dan and his family at the Prince Georges Community Pool on Sunday and had inadvertently "absorbed" their cooler when packing up. Rather than drop it off right when we got home, WifeRat decided she would return it later in the week and that would give her an excuse to call Roberta, her current candidate for BFF.
One of the things I kind of didn't realize about starting a family, is that you enter into this totally different social network that revolves around children and family. I'm the social butterfly of the family, I've worked hard to keep my friendships up despite changing circumstances but now I'm obliged to enter into these strange whole family friendships. What's really wacky about initiating and maintaining these relationships to me is how much it ends up being like dating.
First you meet, either at a party of a mutual friend or at the park or some kind of "Third Place" like a coffee shop. Usually one parent from each family meets and then the spouses get introduced at some meeting in the future. After everyone has met and seems to like each other,
one party or the other has to take the bold step of asking for or proffering contact information. After the exchange of information is made both couples will then confer about taking the big step of actually calling or e-mailing and making plans with the other family; the big first date and things progress from there.
We've been dating Dan & Roberta and their kids for about six months now and things are going pretty well. Dan was outside playing with his two kids in the rain at the park that's right next to our backyard, so I invited him over for a quick beer. We could see the park from where the grill was and stood around BSing for about ten minutes while I cooked and we knocked down a couple of PBRs then Dan and his kids headed back home with their cooler and I finished making dinner.
It wasn't until I got upstairs with all the food that I found out the BabyRat was very upset that everyone had left her Daddy out in the rain.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Love You WifeRat
I really, really do.
You know that you're my heart don't you? I mean, you made me the person that I always wanted to be.
These days I feel like I'm invincible; a combination of brains, body, and will that can't be stopped. The reason that I feel invincible is the love and support that I get from you . . . always.
You're not supposed to say "always" or "never" according Pop Psychology. But I feel comfortable saying that WifeRat is always there with me when I need her the most; she gives me the strength, stability, and confidence that I need to plow through anything that I need to get done.
You nursed me through finally finishing school, buying a home, having a child, and finally becoming the man that I always wanted to be. What I owe you can never be measured, you made me [pause] the me that I always wanted to be.
You give me love, you give me strength, you give me hope, and you (only you, not Fatty, not Mommy & Daddy) give me someone to live for.
I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU.
If ever in your life you doubted my love for, here it is for the whole world to see.
lch
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Another Reason to the Hate the DNC
I've been really down on the DNC for years now, in large part because they treat Black voters as being completely and totally beholden to them. Billary's shameful performance during the primaries this year have done nothing to change that opinion.
But the biggest reason I can't stand the DNC is that they are stunningly incompetent. One of my friends described the DNC as having, " . . . a tattoo of a target between their toes and ankle and no matter what, they just fucking refuse to have it lasered off." That explains the nomination of Al Gore in 2000 and John Kerry in 2004, the two worst Democratic Presidential candidates of my lifetime.
Now to compound the DNC's myriad sins, we have reports that members of the Afro-sphere are largely being shut out of the State Blogger Corps (they have floor access all four days, are seated next to their state delegations, and will have internet access) for the DNC Convention this Summer.
It's not that I think there is/was a concerted effort to shut out Black bloggers, but rather there was no attempt to make sure that this very important constituency of the DNC was included.
Typical shameful shit by the DNC.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Sticky Rice - First Look
Swiss Family Rat made their first trip to Sticky Rice for the 5pm seating on Saturday. The place is beautiful, the staff was awesome, and the food was as good as I had hoped it would be.
Sticky Rice is only about four blocks from the Rat's Nest, so we threw BabyRat in the stroller and I enjoyed a PBR on the walk there. We arrived at about five minutes after Five o'clock and there was a crowd of people waiting on the sidewalk to get in the place. We had a brief wait chatting with other folks that were as excited to welcome Sticky Rice to the neighborhood as we were.
We finally made our way to the door and they asked for the size of our party, which surprised me a little bit because it was supposed a soft opening for folks that had reservations. After giving our name, they found us in their reservation system and we were ushered to a table upstairs.
One of my concerns as a parent who still likes to eat out is not being one of "those families" that has a screaming kid or small tornado of toys spilling everywhere. I nervously asked the table next to us if our stroller between the tables would be a problem, they were extremely gracious and greeted us with a smile so I knew everything would be cool. This brings me to my first kudos for Sticky Rice. Unlike many restaurants in DC (especially those located in rowhouses) they didn't have the tables practically on top of each other. There was plenty of room between tables so you couldn't hear anyone else's dinner conversation and if someone had to get up from their table you don't wind up with a face full of ass. They may decide later on that they can squeeze in another couple of tables, but for now the place is mad comfortable.
Within a minute or two of sitting down our server, Amy, came over, introduced herself, took our drink order (of course I had the double-duece of Sapporo) and got the meal started. Amy seemed to have a pretty good grip on the menu considering it was only their second night open and was able to make some recommendations and provide all the extra information we needed. We ended up getting edamame (natch), shitake happens, some sort of fried mushroom thing, potstickers, sticky balls, Szechuan shrimp, the fantabulous roll, and a side of rice for BabyRat.
The food was slow in coming out, but we expected that so it was no big deal. You can't go to a place where they just sat 40-50 people at one time, on their second night open, in a new kitchen and expect that the pace of the meal is going to be perfect. BabyRat and I wandered around the restaurant a bit while we were waiting, saw the back deck, ran into some folks we knew, checked out the bathrooms, and by the time we got back Amy had brought out BabyRat's rice.
I don't know if Amy worked at a family oriented joint or has kids or comes from a family of 10 or is just well-trained in the art of waiting tables; but after that she could do no wrong as far we were concerned. That kind of attention to a small detail told us that kids are welcome at Sticky Rice and not merely tolerated. If you somehow read this Amy, thanks again!! Your wonderful service really made our night!!
Over the next hour or so, the various dishes we had ordered came out in fits and starts; but rather than taking away from the meal it added to it, because we had the opportunity to concentrate on each dish as it came out. There was almost a fist fight at our table over the super flavorful mushrooms in the Shitake Happens, which were the first thing that came out after the rice. The potstickes were too spicy for the wife and kid, so I got to eat most of those myself.
The highlight of the meal was the Sticky Balls. BabyRat was licking the flying fish roe of the outside before taking a bite of the crunchy, fried, seafood-filled goodness. WifeRat felt guilty for chowing down on one of "my" dishes, probably because she didn't want to share her Szechuan shrimp. Speaking of which, you may want to note that even thought the Szechuan shrimp is listed with the noodles dishes, it's served with rice unless you ask for something different. The fantabulous roll lived up to its name and was super tasty; fresh crab, cream cheese, and tuna, what's not to like?
We were still waiting for our fried mushrooms when Eric (one of the managers) came over and sat down to apologize for not letting the staff know they had been 86'd for the night. Two cool points for Eric because he didn't make his staff take the heat for a mistake he made by not taking the item out of the POS for the night. It was extra cool because he bought my second beer and I was pretty full anyway and BabyRat was getting a little restless too, so it worked out pretty well for everyone.
My only complaint is that I was subjected to Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl" on the stereo. I don't give a fuck what kind of post-modern irony you're going for, you miss when you start playing Billy Joel. I'm convinced that when I go to Hell I will be forced to listen to an iPod loaded with Billy Joel, Meatloaf, and "Sweet Caroline" for all eternity. Just say no to Billy Joel, seriously folks.
Friday, May 23, 2008
The Zoo Was a Zoo
In our family I'm the designated field trip parent. For the most part I don't mind, the circus was a boatload of fun and I probably had a better time than BabyRat. Today's trip to the zoo was a bit more hectic than I had expected.
First of all, it looked like half the elementary schools in Metro DC were there today. BabyRat and I usually make it to the zoo 3-4 times a year and I've never seen it close to being as crowded as it was today. It was fucking bedlam!!
There was also no real plan on the part of the teachers, but BabyRat and I ended up hanging with a pretty cool Dad and his kid for most of the trip. Everyone made it back in one piece.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Ludlow-Taylor PTA Meeting
So I've been trying to navigate the maze of DCPS to try and figure out where BabyRat is going to go to school when the time comes. So far I've been to Peabody and Ludlow-Taylor Elementary School (LTES) in an attempt to plot a course of action.
At this point we've more or less settled on Ludlow-Taylor, mostly because it's our in-boundary school and as a result we're trying to get involved with the school so I went to the PTA meeting last night.
There were a couple of other families there that I recognized from Stanton Park and the community meeting that we attended back in March at LTES as well as Mr. Weaver (the PTA President), Dr. Presswood (outgoing Principal), Dr. Govan (from DCPS Cluster 3), and several teachers for a total of about 15 people.
Here's where it starts to get interesting. I had received information that new members would be able to join at the beginning of the meeting, but when I arrived there was no one there to accept new members. Before too long someone showed up to collect money and so forth and we were able to join the PTA, but those of us without children were only able to join as members of the "Presidential Unit." Meaning that those of us without children in the school may, " . . . attend general PTA meetings, donate funds, help organize fundraising events, and volunteer your time; however, you may neither vote nor serve in official PTA positions such as committee chairpersons or Executive Board Members."
From what I was able to gather, this "Presidential Unit" thing was a change to the by-laws that was made at the last PTA meeting. A few new families signed up for the PTA and when I realized that all I had were Yuppie Food Coupons, one of the other Dads there just gave me $10 to join and said I could get him back later.
Finally the meeting started with the usual passing out of an agenda and officer's reports. The Treasurer made a point of saying that Presidential Unit membership dues are not a part of the general PTA fund, which led to some questions about exactly how that money would be used. There was a couple of minutes of back and forth and everyone seemed to be satisfied the result.
There was also some discussion about a Summer Program too. At the LTES Community there was a guy there who was pretty vocal in his distrust of Friends of Ludlow-Taylor. Let's call him "Vocal Parent" or VP for short. Having only seen VP once, I wasn't sure quite what his deal was but I found out last night. VP just seems to have a confrontational personality; he laid into someone who was merely reporting news that he didn't like. It definitely puts VP's performance at the community meeting into a different, less raced based, perspective. Although I have to say, every time I've been at a meeting at LTES VP has been there and that's not something I can say about a lot of the parents at that school. I think in the months and years to come VP will prove to be a powerful ally and/or opponent at various times.
Next up was Dr. Govan from DCPS Cluster 3. Dr. Govan was explaining the process for hiring the new principal of DCPS. There seems to be a lot of layers of bureaucracy in the search and hiring process, but that hardly comes as a surprise. There's a Local School Restructuring Team (LSRT) that places its chairperson on the search committee and then there are various groups of stakeholders who are represented as well. When Dr. Govan was giving more details on how questions are submitted and asked to the candidates, VP jumped into the mix. VP started grilling about whether or not the candidates knew the questions beforehand and generally was all over Dr. Govan about the whole process.
The process for selecting a new principal seems very HR driven; like the whole deal is set up solely to make sure the school system doesn't get sued and not to select the best candidates. One other interesting little tidbit is that the Chancellor is not obligated to select one of the candidates the search committee recommends. When asked about this Dr. Govan said, "When it gets to the Chancellor, anything can happen."
Keep the comments coming!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Sticky Rice Finally Opening!!!
Woo-hoo!! How long ago did they paint the facade of Sticky Rice; had to have been at least a year ago, right? Regardless, I have been slobbering over the idea of sushi restaurant just a short walk away from the Rat's Nest since I first heard about the place. My anticipation was heightened when The Skip, who used to live in Richmond (home of the original Sticky Rice), told me about how insanely good the food was at the original.
Last night I was checking on the insanity over at DCist and they linked to the Frozen Tropics post announcing Sticky Rice's soft opening this weekend. Judging by the number and content of the comments, I'm not the only person who has been awaiting this opening with bated breath.
I know that things can get a little rough during a soft opening, but I wasn't able to resist the urge to make a reservation for the 5pm seating on Saturday. I'll tell y'all more when I know more.
[updated]
OK, I know more now. According to Daily Candy if you order food from Sticky Rice 30 days in a row, they will name a roll after you. I'm taking this as a challenge! Look for the "Rat Roll" in about 35 days.
Also, there is a Sticky Rice fan site.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
R & R Hotel
Show was supposed to start @ 8:30, so Dr Mayhem and I rushed out of the house (after downing a glass of absinthe) so we wouldn't be too late. Got here and everything is running late; I'm more surprised than annoyed because the last half dozen or so shows(@ RnR and other venues) that I've been to have gone off on time.
Stinking Lizaveta
A Day Without a Murder, Zeitgeist the Movie, Truth Movement, Vicious Circle, (missed one), and LBJ.
They didn't start calling out the songs until a few songs in, I would love to know what the song was right before 'Murder'; please leave a message.
Also, shocked and grossed to pay $9.50 for a PBR and a shot Jim Beam; that shit is $3 @ Bob & Barbara's.
Torche
Someone has jokes because Dokken was being played between bands.
Torche was louder than the Big Bang. I think they started with 'Little Champion', that was all I could make out. Seriously, their shit was turned up to 11; I'm sitting here with my ears ringing an hour and change after their set ended.
The Sword
By the time they took the stage I was pretty tired, we stayed for what I'm guessing was about half their set. They were a'ight, but nothing too special IMHO.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Capitol Hill Harris Teeter Opening Today?
On the Metro to work today I could have sworn that I caught a glimpse of an article that said the "Jenkins Row" (what-the-fuck-ever) Harris Teeter was opening today. A quick search of the Washington Post showed that the store was due to open last night at 5:30pm and the Harris Teeter website says that the store is having its Grand Opening today.
Anyone know if this is the case?
[updated 11pm]
It's open and very nice
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Rumor Has It . . .
. . . that a former staff member of Murky Coffee has been selected as the new tenant for the space and will be opening a new coffee shop there.
No details or confirmation yet.
[update]
Rumor has been confirmed, the new spot will be called Peregrine Espresso. They have a blog up here.
Friday, May 09, 2008
Jimmy Valentine's Lonely Hearts Club
April showers, May deluges...
tonight, 5/9, Big Nick slammanzee deckenzen
tomorrow night, 5/10, professional pharmacist & life advisor Dr. Seth Boyar rokkenzee hausenzen
next friday, 5/16, US Royalty spinningzee trakkenzen
next saturday, 5/17, DJ Mellie Mel & DJ Dribble makenzee messenzen (w/ possible appearance by DJ Blanco)
* tomorrow afternoon our very dear friends Alanna Foster and Dean Dessouky will be married, much love to you both!
and you are reminded that sunday, 5/25, is our one-year anniversary debaucher w/ Live and Die Wrecked, meltdown guaranteed so grab a helmet kiddies...
....you got to pay to ride
troy&dawn&mark
ps. recent quotes:
"i'm not a mathemagician" - pbr tom
"can you pump my chair"? - layla
"a ram is my totem" - anon (possibly melina)
"IT'S THE SAUCE"! - haley
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
My Problem (Pt. 1)
I have a problem, I don't like it when people try to control or manipulate me. I hated it when my parents did it when I was a kid and I really hate it now that I'm an adult and my wife tries to flex. I also have an immense dislike for my wife's immature bullshit that she pulls in moments of anger.
I am a nice, reasonable guy who treats his wife well and listens to her. I feel that if we have a problem then she should sit down and discuss it with me and we can come to some sort of agreement. The agreement may be that WifeRat has to take her complaint and shove it up her ass, but I would have given her beef a fair hearing. Likewise, sometimes the agreement will be that I will eat one of those monstrous shit sandwiches that my wife is so fond of serving up; I won't like it, but that's part of life.
My wife says that it's unacceptable that I get angry and start yelling, I have pumped my brakes and almost never yell any more. So I feel like I don't care how mad she is, if I'm not allowed to punch walls, throw shit around, and say crazy shit; I think it's only fair that she has to control herself the same way I do. Naturally, my wife doesn't see it that way; she still gets pissed and starts swearing a blue streak in front of BabyRat at the drop of a hat and refuses to stop. I would like to include her annoying penchant for indulging in hysterical sobbing during arguments too, but that's never going to happen so I had to let that one go.
(to be continued)
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
New Harris Teeter
WifeRat was bitter following late night escapades after rugby this week so I decided to check out the new Harris Teeter on Kalorama. I didn't get there until almost 2200hrs so the parking garage was pretty much deserted, but I was still greeted by cheerful employee when I walked into the elevator lobby.
As expected, the store was clean and well-stocked even considering the late hour. I basically walked around the outside edge of the store getting produce, milk, and all the rest of the stuff that keeps Swiss Family Rat well fed. Only one register was open and when I attempted to use the self-checkout a cheerful and (attempting to be) helpful employee directed me to an Express checkout station that was temporarily abandoned. About 90 seconds and a cart full of apologies later, the staff member showed up and whipped me through the checkout process while directing me to a newspaper coupon for $5 off.
Seeing the quantity of stuff I purchased and the short amount of time it took me to get done, one of the guys down in the garage commented that I hit the store, ". . . bank robbery style, quick!"
On the way home I stopped in for a short one with SOS at Ulah. I was curious to check it out again after getting an anonymous comment that the food sucked. I neglected to mention this to SOS 'cause he's just bubbling over talking about the place that he and Girlfriend of Hateration (GOH) are buying. Some random guy also bought me a shot of Patron in the course of trying to make a point to the bartender next door.
Friday, May 02, 2008
HEY NERDS WANNA PARTY?
From: THE POINTS
Date: Apr 29, 2008 2:52 PM
Subject: HEY NERDS WANNA PARTY
MAY 3rd is the next FCDC party,starts at 8pm. The bands are Us, Big bobby and the Night Caps, and The Alpha Jerks. Outside, play with me and the males will be breaking the ice. Free food and Beeeeeeers.
15$ Donation
THE POINTS MINI WHORE
May 7th NY NY Mercury Lounge w/ The Night Marchers SOLDOUT
May 8th Baltimore MD The Talking Head w/ The Oranges Band
May 9th Washington VD The Velvet Lounge w/ Mas Y Mas