Another one for Nicolle (although I have no room to talk, up after midnight reading the blogs):
Obama Win Causes Obsessive Supporters To Realize How Empty Their Lives Are
(sorry about the ads at the end)
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Why I'm Sad
The Proposition 8 fallout continues. I don't even know what to say about it, it makes me so sad and heartsick. Conflicts between loyalty and integrity--conscience and obedience--do not ever seem to me to be particularly helpful or faith-building. Rather, they grind away at hope and stretch thin the bonds of affection and attachment. For me, conscience and integrity trump loyalty and obedience on this issue, but I still don't know what I should do. Surely it is better to remain engaged in and with my church community rather than letting myself be driven away or silenced. But the habit of silence is hard to break. Part of that is the fear of doing harm by speaking, especially when I have been warned (in the kindest possible way) already. I feel strongly about this issue, (mostly) based on experiences with clients, to whom I owe loyalty, respect, attention, and such protection as I can give. How to effectively do what conscience demands, however, is still the question.
Mary Ann's Birthday Party
So Mary Ann had a party, and we finally went over to see her house in Grantsville. Sergene's sister Donna was there, 
and Donna's daughter and grandson. 
We had elk BBQ and roasted marshmallows in back 
while Bill and his brother told stories about growing up in Grantsville. All the stories seemed to involve explosions (fireworks AND dynamite) and drunk guys. I guess you have to find your own entertainment in a place like this. At Liz's suggestion, we burned an old rocking chair in the marshmallow-roasting fire. 
"This is SO redneck," said Frost.
and Donna's daughter and grandson. We had elk BBQ and roasted marshmallows in back while Bill and his brother told stories about growing up in Grantsville. All the stories seemed to involve explosions (fireworks AND dynamite) and drunk guys. I guess you have to find your own entertainment in a place like this. At Liz's suggestion, we burned an old rocking chair in the marshmallow-roasting fire. "This is SO redneck," said Frost.Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Texting from Chicago South Side Nov 4, 9pm...
8:01pm Utah goes to McCain!! Jamison [Hyde Park, Chicago South Side]
8:02pm too bad. Karla [Provo, Utah]
9:02pm We can hear the screaming from our apartment. Jamison
9:04pm why aren't you out there? history being made. Karla
9:05pm We're going now. You had to have a ticket to attend the gathering at Grant Park. Jamison
9:07pm right. we're watching chicago on tv. Karla
9:12pm Obama! Dave [Philadelphia]
9:14pm [to Dave] america wins. Karla
9:16pm People screaming from cars, honking, declaiming from windows, setting off fireworks. Man just greeted us weeping. "We got a brother in the White House!" Jamison
9:17pm wow. i wish we were there. Karla
9:25pm Awesome, awesome. The air a buzzing humming field. Jamison
9:26pm wow. Karla
9:26pm Watching concession [McCain] projected on massive brick schoolhouse. Little kids, LITTLE KIDS, recording it on cellphones. Jamison
9:28pm take pictures! Karla
9:29pm Ame doesn't have her phone. This is amazing! Jamison
9:31pm i hope you have your camera though! Karla
9:36pm We don't. It's completely dead. We wasted the last three pix on Monopoly. But there will be plenty to look at tomorrow. Jamison
9:38pm love getting your updates. keep em coming. Karla
9:40pm Just noticed the old white haired man beaming beside me is a Catholic priest. Jamison
9:42pm where are you guys? Karla
9:44pm [to Dave] jamison is sending updates from the streets of hyde park. incredible. Karla
9:47pm At an outdoor Obama party in Hyde Park. Jamison
9:53pm Woohoo! Nicolle [SLC, Utah]
9:52pm president barack hussein obama Karla
10:05pm Yay Obama! How do you feel, Mom? Betsy [SLC, Utah]
10:10pm [to Betsy] jamison is texting from chicago. they're at an outdoor party. Karla
We then devolved to actual phone calls. I hope people remember this night later, when the inevitable disillusionment sets in. This is important. This is a tidal change.
8:02pm too bad. Karla [Provo, Utah]
9:02pm We can hear the screaming from our apartment. Jamison
9:04pm why aren't you out there? history being made. Karla
9:05pm We're going now. You had to have a ticket to attend the gathering at Grant Park. Jamison
9:07pm right. we're watching chicago on tv. Karla
9:12pm Obama! Dave [Philadelphia]
9:14pm [to Dave] america wins. Karla
9:16pm People screaming from cars, honking, declaiming from windows, setting off fireworks. Man just greeted us weeping. "We got a brother in the White House!" Jamison
9:17pm wow. i wish we were there. Karla
9:25pm Awesome, awesome. The air a buzzing humming field. Jamison
9:26pm wow. Karla
9:26pm Watching concession [McCain] projected on massive brick schoolhouse. Little kids, LITTLE KIDS, recording it on cellphones. Jamison
9:28pm take pictures! Karla
9:29pm Ame doesn't have her phone. This is amazing! Jamison
9:31pm i hope you have your camera though! Karla
9:36pm We don't. It's completely dead. We wasted the last three pix on Monopoly. But there will be plenty to look at tomorrow. Jamison
9:38pm love getting your updates. keep em coming. Karla
9:40pm Just noticed the old white haired man beaming beside me is a Catholic priest. Jamison
9:42pm where are you guys? Karla
9:44pm [to Dave] jamison is sending updates from the streets of hyde park. incredible. Karla
9:47pm At an outdoor Obama party in Hyde Park. Jamison
9:53pm Woohoo! Nicolle [SLC, Utah]
9:52pm president barack hussein obama Karla
10:05pm Yay Obama! How do you feel, Mom? Betsy [SLC, Utah]
10:10pm [to Betsy] jamison is texting from chicago. they're at an outdoor party. Karla
We then devolved to actual phone calls. I hope people remember this night later, when the inevitable disillusionment sets in. This is important. This is a tidal change.
50 Years
From this:
to this:
in my lifetime.
If there were nothing else, no further benefit, no other good, it would be worth it.
Monday, November 3, 2008
Democracy
This one's for Brett:
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on ...
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Leonard Cohen
It's coming through a hole in the air,
from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
It's coming from the feel
that this ain't exactly real,
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
From the wars against disorder,
from the sirens night and day,
from the fires of the homeless,
from the ashes of the gay:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming through a crack in the wall;
on a visionary flood of alcohol;
from the staggering account
of the Sermon on the Mount
which I don't pretend to understand at all.
It's coming from the silence
on the dock of the bay,
from the brave, the bold, the battered
heart of Chevrolet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitchin'
that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment
where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here
and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on
O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need
Past the Reefs of Greed
Through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range
and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken
and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open
in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
It's coming from the women and the men.
O baby, we'll be making love again.
We'll be going down so deep
the river's going to weep,
and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
It's coming like the tidal flood
beneath the lunar sway,
imperial, mysterious,
in amorous array:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Sail on, sail on ...
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right
I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up
this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
Leonard Cohen
Sunday, November 2, 2008
One More Try--Rob on TV
Sorry I couldn't get the whole song--that's what wouldn't upload before.
Wait, there's more...
The closing...
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