yes, Mr. Thoreau

"Any fool can make a rule, and any fool will mind it." Henry David Thoreau.

Young Voters Not Feeling the Democratic 'Vibe' Much Anymore

Young Voters Not Feeling the Democratic 'Vibe' Much Anymore

morning has broken...

cereal on the floor, milk to clean up, one child looking at me right now and smiling and one grunting and playing with his shoebox full of matchbox cars, waiting for the time when we put his shoes on and we all drive to his school. The sun has finally risen- it's hard getting up lately when the time change has yet to occur and the mornings invite long sleep ins. Who has those? I'm jealous. Oh how I took for granted the days of sleeping half a morning and feeling good all day!

On another note, we saw on the news how they are selling condos in Miami for under $60 Grand. Hello! The extra costs, of course, are the condo fees and insurance. Still.... anyone up for some hot pressed Cubans and salsa music in the air? We went there two years ago and fell in love with it. I had always thought of it as some nasty, crime ridden place ala Miami Vice but it was beautiful, artsy, full of great food and international flair. South Beach was wonderful, the my fave spot was Coconut Grove area. Anyway, for price of two cars, you can get a condo there..
just putting a bug in your ear!!

Well, time to take Dominick to school, then the gym,then doing a tutoring session tonight. Speaking of Miami, we're getting some new "Dexter" epis in the mail today! Hooray for grisley twisted fictional crime shows!

my PSA for the month- after that more pointless fun stuff

Friends, I have to tell you that this morning started with a WTF moment- I turn on our local news for about 1/2 hour while we get ready to take Nick to school and there was a new oil rig explosion. My heart sunk. Then- no lives lost, no oil leaking (supposedly since it was an inactive rig). Then I thought- but what were those men working on? Why the hasty news writing it off so quickly. After this point, I had no time to think...of to school, driving through a drop -off circle for my first born Nashville Vanderbilt child who I love so much it hurts.

I drove onward with Jude in the other child's seat, onto the causeway, to enjoy the cooler temps at 8:30 am. We checked out the "bumpy side" - all limestone rocks (popular down here) and saw the homeless guy who isnt' really homeless hanging around his cat he lives on...he has seen me so many times and someday I am going to talk to him. He's got blonde hair bleached from the sun and skin like a alligator purse but he sure does always look happy to me. Jude and I hung out for an hour, me laying in a chair and him tucked in his stroller in the shade facing me away from the rising hot sun. by 10 - time to go home and stay in the a/c for while.

My point is- there is no time like the present to see if there is anything at all you can personally do for our Gulf of Mexico. If you look online, there are countless groups that help wildlife, that need supplies for cleaning animals (this is still going on in LA btw, even if the news hasn't reported it that much anymore), and there are groups that just go out and clean up tons of trash. I have seen them weekly, in orange pullovers- volunteer groups who pick up water bottles, plastic and trash that people leave behind.

This is about responsibility. And about doing something, even little things, if you can. I have picked up bags of other people's trash here in Dunedin, and this is considered a very eco-friendly type of community. I don't doubt people consider themselves that, but they still leave a heap of trash behind. The beaches are beautiful here because volunteers help clean up before you hit the shoreline with your family.

I'm not big on guilt trips. I dont like the media informing me of things we should already know, and usually do. I am big on doing things I know are right.

Do something, anything, about cleaning up the Gulf. This is my only PSA for the week. I promise.

PTAPTAPTAPTAPTA. Lather, Rinse, and Repeat

Today, my husband and I turned in our fees to join the PTA of our son's school. I think that's enough news for this hour, and enough for me to chew on, personally, for a while. I'll write again tonight, after my grizzlies are in bed and my head is clear (er). I hope my old and new friends out there are doing well, and having a day of great highs, and small lows. Later, kiddos.

I self -censored myself, and it felt great!

Early this morning, I wrote a post that upon later reading, was totally not on point, totally not clear, and totally could have been misconstrued. I deleted myself. The post was bad, it was written too early in the morning (around 6:30 am while my kids were eating breakfast) and it did not contain the right words for my point. This does not happen often. When you see what I have written here on this blog, it's on purpose. I do not apologize as a writer however badly written my thoughts come tumbling out. Or on good days, come out precisely as how I meant them, which is most of the posts. There are too many times in this modern life where people feel they must apologize for their true expressive thoughts, and this blog is not that place for me. It is one of my places of content and discontent. The others are more private and we like it that way. (facebook doesn't count- I dont actually talk alot about my true feelings about anything on it- just commentary on fleeting posts, opinions, and soliticited advice). This post did not say enough about my true feelings, and the content was a general thought, and did not do justice to my true original idea. So- it is deleted. I stand corrected, by myself- the best way for a writer to be corrected...wink wink.

Who are you...who who who who.

No, I haven't read "A History of White People" yet. I am still on the second Steig Larrson trilogy ("The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo") so as to catch up before the American movies are made. Also, I checked out "The best American Poetry of 2009" from the library. I used to buy those every year since 1990, but since I only like about half the poems, realized it was smarter to read them for the 2 weeks allotted for free, and do with them what i like before returning. Modern poetry is just as "all over the place" as any poetry from the 1600's. Every poet is either writing about a world inside their mind, or writing about the world as they see it (Wallace was this way, and I love that about him- he was called "the first urban poet" by a commentator on PBS recently, and supposedly Jack Kerouack's 'Howl' poem was inspired by him).

So, this mystery is not solved. This "A History of White People" may remain a legend in my mind...the author still unGoogled, a summary yet unread...I leave alot of stuff unturned using the internet because really, doesn't that ruin life sometimes? Knowing everything?? Finding anything without doing it yourself?
When I read it, I'll let you know. Until then, we'll be content with "A History of Us", written by unnamed, unknown scholars who think they know us all, and know all, and who have written our history for all of us, regardless of race..and we will go on reading and believing what we read and be ok with that. And really, we are, aren't we? Who has time for all that researching and the questions- oy!