It’s About Time

Hell froze over.

The South rose again.

Monkeys flew out of my butt.

I went to work this morning hopeful yet somber. As I write this, CNN has projected 333 Electoral College votes for President Elect Obama. That’s right, Barack Hussein Obama. Stop hating and vote… we did! North Carolina is still in question but it looks like Virginia came through and sent a message loud and clear. That means a lot coming from a state with a notable military presence. The thoughts are getting tangled in my head.

I was on the phone with a distant (and perhaps former… long story) friend when CNN called it. The first thought was I wish Dad were here to see it. He always thought a woman would be elected President before a black man. We’re all wrong sometime. But growing up in the Jim Crow Era and serving in a barely desegregated Army gave him a perspective unmatched by reading the limpid history books public school offered.

What’s apparent is that this election will be dissected by both party’s politicians and pundits for many moons to come. There will be time for that later and there’s no doubt I will add my two cents. Tonight belongs to Obama and all those who supported him. Tonight belongs to the haters and baiters who crossed racial, moral, ideological and religious picket lines to support the black man with the funny name. It even belongs to those who dreaded the reality and fought it every step of the way.

Tonight belongs to America. All of America.

A Brief Pause…

On the eve of history for the US, I’m making a bit of history myself. This is my 100th post… overdue and perhaps a bit fluffy. But in case you’ve forgotten to breathe (for whatever reason), take a breath with me now and eyeball a few pics I took during Wilson’s Whirligig Festival 2008. We can talk about history and the future later.

The slide viewer is about a meg. When it downloads, click anywhere inside the frame and then you can navigate with your keyboard arrow keys. Sorry it’s inelegant, but Flash is a PITA and I’m not figuring it out tonight.

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A Short History of Pork

EMERGENCY ECONOMIC STABILIZATION ACT

Draft 1 (GW & “Pimp Daddy” Paulson edition): 3 pages

Draft 2 (“Country First” edition): 109 pages

Draft 3 (“Damn the Pork, Full Squeal Ahead!” edition): 451 pages

Number of words to describe a previously ignorant electorate seeing their government in action: one… priceless.

Schleppers Unite

Thank you PostBourgie for the heads up on this! You will hit the blogroll.

Lovely Sarah Silverman encourages young Jews to travel to Florida to convince their presumably non-Obama supporting elders to vote for him. The Great Schlep has more details. As always, Sarah loves profanity, so consider the embed NSFW or Synagogue.


The Great Schlep from The Great Schlep on Vimeo.

Be My Guest

You’re not truly a blogger until you’ve turned the writing reigns over to someone else for a day or two. My dear friend and Purveyor of All Things Pink took it to the next level this past week. So far off the radar that she’s entirely devoid of intarweb (except cell phone), she asked me and a few other friends to guest blog for her. After the initial panic subsided I settled down and wrote something I hope will add a little spice to her groovy domain. Check it out at:

All I Want For Christmas

The Second Half

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Today is my birthday. There’s nothing especially earthshaking about that, but I’ve had a notion the last few days. I’m beginning, or with much blessing, nearing the second half of my life. Sobering, yeah! Unlike the overwrought end of one’s 20s, this is a real occasion. In Bojangles for lunch, the lady taking my order asked if I wanted a sweet potato pie. I wanted to scream there’s no time for sweet potato pies in THE SECOND HALF®! It should have been obvious to her. I merely smiled and said, “No thanks.”

I approach this epoch with the curiosity of a puppy discovering his own backyard. Cautiously pawing the new possibilities, I embrace the potential to make this half the better half. All the mistakes I’ve made were only stumbling blocks; nothing broken, I’m all about continuing the exploration. If I were a briefs guy, today would definitely be the day to slip into boxers… or is underwear superfluous in THE SECOND HALF®?

Perhaps I can finally pull off a splash of Old Spice or wear one of Dad’s jaunty tams that Mom despised so much. It’s no mid-life crisis; I’m talking about an epiphany. As tumultuous as the first leg of the journey was, THE SECOND HALF® can more than make up for it. I’m off to make that happen.

Whitewashing the Bar

Steven Bochco’s Raising the Bar premiered on TNT tonight. The cable network has spent a great deal of time building up the latest small-screen drama from the creator of Hill Street Blues and NYPD Blue. It even aired without commercials.

SPOILER ALERT: SYNOPSIS AND PLOT POINTS AHEAD

If you missed it, or like me originally had no intentions of watching it, here’s the gist of the premiere.

After mouthing off to the cougar older judge (CJ) who’s sleeping with her on-the-downlow clerk (DLC), a pretty long-haired white boy public defendant (PPD) serves a contempt charge in jail beside his black client who was falsely accused of rape (FABC). The pretty blonde Assistant District Attorney (PBADA) and the PPD (who also happen to be banging each other) had agreed upon a plea due to an unfairly coerced witness identification, but the calloused, power hungry judge rejected it. Because all the 20 something ADAs , public defenders, and clerks are part of an after hours drinking circle, PPD was able to get DLC to exert some strategic pressure on the CJ. Not only was PPD’s contempt charge vacated without an apology to the CJ, but his FABC’s illegal weapon charge (using a pocket knife in commission of a felony) was commuted to time served. Crisis averted, drinks all around, smug judge’s reputation saved, and a happy gay tryst for DLC.

Could you stuff more here I come to save the day smarm into 40 minutes? I know we’re a paucity of voices in the media world, but is it too much to ask for a show that features a minority saving the day for other minorities? Out of fairness, I decided to watch the show. And sure, this is only the first one, but if I’ve somehow missed some grand revelation, please, someone enlighten me.

Food for Thought: Ghetto Pasta

Chili Shrim & Ramen

Chili Shrimp & Ramen

1 bag of ramen noodles
generous handful of shrimp, preferably fresh
dry chili mix
fresh garlic
dehydrated onions
few sprigs of fresh rosemary
cheese of your choice
handful of broccoli florets, frozen’s fine
oil of choice
fresh lime juice or your favorite balsamic vinegar
crushed red pepper

With the Democratic National Convention and the US Open upon us, speculation and punditry will be in full swing. Consider this public service announcement a reminder not to do either on an empty stomach. Being glued to the television or interweb is no excuse for not fueling your brain properly. The key is to choose tasty, quickly prepared dishes.

Begin the beguine by mincing a large clove or two of garlic. Mix with the raw shrimp. Set aside. Shred, slice, or otherwise apportion a handful of cheese. Set aside. Next, in a saucepan briefly sautee a handful of broccoli florets in the oil of your choice. Shortly after they start to green, remove to a container for addition later.

Add a bit more oil to pan if needed, then add your shrimp. Keep heat high and stir shrimp as they start to pinken. Add a heaping tablespoon or so of chili mix to the shrimp. Stir to minimized the powder sticking to pan. Drizzle a tablespoon or so of fresh lime juice (preferred) or a good balsamic vinegar over the shrimp. Reduce slightly and add shrimp mix to broccoli. Deglaze pan with a bit of water or wine before adding enough water to cook the noodles.

Bring to a boil, adding the seasoning packet. You can actually reduce the amount of seasoning added since the shrimp are chili coated. Add a few sprigs of fresh rosemary to the water. Also add some dehydrated onions (teaspoon or two) to the boiling water. Boil long enough to soften the onions and rosemary, then add the ramen and cook al dente. Turn heat off and drain most of the broth, leaving a few tablespoons to allow for the noodles continued expansion.

Add the shrimp and brocolli mixture along with the cheese. Toss lightly to distribute ingredients and seasoning. Decorate with crushed red pepper and serve hot. The variant above was prepared with fig infused balsamic and cotija from a local panaderia.

Confession

I’ve been cheating on my blog, sorta. Nah, let’s face it; it’s a full-blown affair. A while back I was offered an opportunity to participate in the closed beta of a blogging community. A social network of bloggers basically. My fellow writers and I shared similar tastes in online journalism and essaying. Most of us were Salon.com members. The blogging experiment, Open Salon, is now open to the public.

Things have been a little chaotic as membership shot up from a bit over 1000 to just under 3000. The constant stream of new posts and comments have jostled the closed beta members who are at least familiar with each other, if not attached at the hip. Content ranges from balmy to banal, with large doses of political punditry sprinkled with photos and food.

The site is a live animal, just finding its legs. Most of the technical growing pains have been hammered out. But emerging personality differences remind me of life with maladjusted siblings. Recent peeves have centered around the cover page content: too many Olympic ass shots, too many pretty boy photos, and more personal revelations than a shrink hears in a year. Well it’s true you can’t please everyone.

If you’re a new visitor, the best course of action may be to browse a few tags that interest you. There’s been a push from the editors for bloggers to use tags more appropriately. Geez… a quick peek and it seems they’ve removed the tag cloud. OK, you can search at the top of the page. A word of caution, politics will return posts for days. Any way you find content, if you like the writer I suggest you subscribe to his/her RSS feed. The link is beside the author’s photo.

So that’s it, the explanation for the freshly accruing coat of dust around here. For a while I’ll be back and forth. Hope to see you at OS.

Keep Your Panties, I’m Covered

OK, I admit I’m a little busy to pen what might be considered substantive posts at the moment. So I’ll keep plugging brief things that are on my radar.

Being in video production and communications means I have a soft spot for good advertising. I love the ad below and happened to find the entire song on (of course) Youtube. It means a lot to me because I’m a longtime FOTL wearer and Vince Gill fan. Apple really holds it down too, and yo… no cell phone interruptions!