Winter Chill

So, I've been on a mental vacation over the past few days. Due in large part to the whopping 20+ inches of snow that hit the Metro DC area this weekend. It started like this:

And then ended like this:

I grew up in Southeastern Michigan, where snow days and ice storms were so common that churches and schools just changed their times to accommodate Mother Nature. I never thought I would see the day that an entire metropolitan region would come to a standstill all due to a few extra inches of snow and layers of ice. It has been lovely though. I've gotten to catch up on sleep. By catch up I mean get in all the sleep I have not gotten in for the past, hmmmmm 3-4 years.

A part of me wonders if I'm even awake right now, or if I'm blogging in my dreams.

The best part was definitely Saturday morning. I woke up, opened my shades, looked outside and it was literally as though I woke up in a dreamland. The entire world outside my window that I've become comfortable and familiar with was entirely blanketed and utterly peaceful. There was not a human, not even a bird, in sight. I thought to myself that even Mother earth must appreciate to getting in a good hard nap every now and then. Coated, blanketed in layers, with no possible interruption.

And now, I'll follow Mother earth's lead and enter back into a slumber. My next blog will be my goals for the new year and the new decade. NEW DECADE!!! What. The. Frick. How did this happen?! Where did time go? Did someone hide it in a box?

2010. Out of control.

Good doesn't come without pain

Granted, reset can be the most difficult command button to find. Usually it's hidden. Like on my wireless router. It's flush against the back, so it's difficult to find. It is marked though. And, most importantly, it's there for me to use when my service is clogged and no information, or jarred information, is being carried.

Today, Senator Joseph Lieberman admitted that he essentially played an ideologically based hand in this Congressional poker game by, in a mere 48 hours, single-handedly ending the last possibility of a government health insurance alternative for American health consumers. He might have necessitated the Senate and President Obama finding the reset button on health care reform. The information in this reform process has become jarred and the integrity of Congressional health reform, that aligns with the spirit of true Modern Progressivism, has been lost if this course is maintained by the U.S. Senate.

I am not necessarily for a single-payer health care system. I do not believe that a forced market is an appropriate means to both control cost and access fairly and efficiently. I am a firm believer, however that in order for any marketplace to provide consumers with the most information and fair access to a good, while maintaining relative equality in quality and price, that marketplace must continue to grow have as many alternatives as possible.

Ironically, this is not fundamental departure from principles of conservative socio-political economics. It was the Gipper himself who once said that, "Freedom is the right to question and change the established way of doing things. It is the continuous revolution of the marketplace. It is the understanding that allows to recognize shortcomings and seek solutions." Our progression as a nation, and as a national economy is dependent upon our ability to question the economic marketplace we maintain as consumers and producers and investors, supporting its integrity, while nurturing its growth and evolution. Evolution, or continuous revolution, occurs through an introduction of new alternatives, new elements, that move that which is evolving into a new stage, a more productive and secure stage. Survival is dependent on the successful adoption and integration of those new alternatives.

Our health care system will not survive if the correct elements are not put into place, forcing its evolution. I was dismayed with the Senate Democrat's willingness to concede on many critical points of a healthcare reform bill that their House counterparts did not. A large part of it is due to the Senate's nature, so it is to be expected. In the end, I found that they made a great concession, moving to expand Medicare coverage for 55-64 year olds. Unfortunately, this has now been moved to the legislative chopping block because it is "one step closer to a single payer system," according to Mr. Lierberman. In reality, it would be, just as a public option would be, another alternative within the health care marketplace. In fact, it would expand the ability to that alternative to exact a degree of buying power and consumer advocacy impact. In itself, an expansion of Medicare as a publicly supported option would be a cost-control mechanism as well as an efficient manner to ensure access.

Somehow, the idea of expanding health care through providing an alternative within a market has been framed as a disadvantage to all taxpaying Americans. Rhetorically it makes no sense to me, and economically it is a clear lie. Our entire economic system, in every industry, has relied solely on the power of American consumers to speak effectively and collectively with their resources. When no one bought the Delorean, the Delorean failed and had to leave the marketplace. When no one bought HD DVD's, they ceased being made. The critical point that spelled defeat for these two goods that were made in completely different eras, but both suffered from high costs and poor relative quality (much like modern american health care as a whole), was the presence of alternatives within the marketplace that consumers could use instead. An alternative that is of better quality and is not as cost-prohibitive (i.e.--Ford Mustang, Blu-Ray DVDs). No such alternative exists within our health system, and that is the system's fundamental fault. It's now also what this so-called reform is moving towards NOT addressing head on.

The reset button is on the right-hand side Senators.

Reset - Big Boi, from the monmentally, life affirming and changing "Speakerboxxx". This song used to ride in my Powder Blue Astro Van through Illinois' cornfields with Love and Hope.

Peace.

Keep your head to the sky

So daydreaming is always framed as being a negative. At the very least, it has been presented as some act of those without drive and/or ambition. Really it is a lack of presence in a fixed state. Assuming the definition of so called "reality" as we know it is in fact limited to the current, present state of being, which is fixed and static without any possibility of affecting or changing, except by predicting it's future manifestation and affecting it.

[Aside: Reality is defined as:
"reality [rɪˈælɪtɪ]

n pl -ties

1. the state of things as they are or appear to be, rather than as one might wish them to be

2. something that is real

3. the state of being real

4. (Philosophy) Philosophy

a. that which exists, independent of human awareness

b. the totality of facts as they are independent of human awareness of them See also conceptualism Compare appearance [6]

in reality actually; in fact

Daydreaming may be someone's only saving reality in fact. If the current state of being that is THE only influencing factor in the above-mentioned "state of things as they are or appear to be", at least the only influencing factor in that very milli-minute moment, is too harsh or limiting, why would a person not elect to daydream instead.

So I've been daydreaming these past couple of days. Hence my lack of writing, and my abundance of suckiness within my blogging sphere of my reality, my existence. Some ideas and feelings are too abstract and too drawn out to be captured in mere tactile Standard American English words.

But I am back. And I am in the holiday spirit even when I have not partaken of any spirits. That is a beautiful thing.

The holidays are always an interesting time to observe oneself and one's contemporaries, friends, compadres, compatraiates, fellow daydreamers. It is the one time of year that Daydreaming is not only encouraged, it is almost enforced. The magnificent alternative realities we humans create around the holiday season (I've just recently visited New York's Manhattan Island and my perception of the holiday is still framed within Fifth and Madison Avenues) can be very moving and influential. Like a drug (like chocolate, caffeine, alcohol, tobacco, etc.) the creations can bring out different emotions and actions in different people, all depending on their state prior to consumption. The sad souls may become sadder. The rich souls may flaunt their riches more than usual. The rich people may flaunt their riches more than usual. The sad people, may drink more.

The holidays always remind me to be truly thankful for the sky. For one, the daylight is shorter thanks to Daylight Savings (among other things a mechanism to hide the detrimental effects of non-naturally renewing sources of energy) so the little daylight I have has to be taken advantage of in creative ways in conjunction with a Modern Day Dandy's Buppie 9-5. Most importantly though, the sky is where I knew my psyche, my soul, as well as the head I could carry it in, was safe in my dreams even during the daylight.

So I keep on daydreaming, especially in this time of year when the daylit sky, where they've made it seem dreams don't belong, is shortened. The sky is a safe harbor for dreams. This time of year and all times of the year. Many moons have passed and many dreams have become "reality". Some of those dreams were thumping about in the night, some were running through the sunlit sky.

I am decorating my apartment for Christmas. Gotta have some Christmas cheer. That I definitely get from my Grandparents.

There are two songs I just heard after a long time. They both were really instrumental in my childhood. They both also were really inspirational, and remain so. Especially in times like these. Whoda thought at the onset of this Millennium, this quickly ending decade, that we would be thrust in a zeitgeist of war, poverty, economic strain and political strife. It definitely makes it harder for me to argue with my Pentecostally minded mother on abortion, birth control and marriage equality + freedom as the necessary future of our world, thus our national society. I keep my head in the clouds with my daydreams nonetheless.

Sounds Of Blackness - Optimistic



Earth, Wind, + Fire (One of The Greatest Bands to ever LIVE and play music) Keep Your Head to the Sky - Keep Your Head to the Sky



We live, We love, and We learn. We're daydreamers.

Random Thoughts on The Road

"When engaged in combat the vanquishing of thine enemy can be the warrior's only concern. Suppress all human emotion and compassion. Kill whoever stands in thy way, even if that be Lord God, or Buddha himself."

I'm not sure why this quote got me today. I think the stresses of life are starting to mentally pull me into fighter mode. Sorry if you cross my path at this time.

Someone told me that it's all a game. I disagreed then, and I pretty much still do. For the most part.

It's gotta be a war. Not just any war, but a fight to the death. Those hyper-amped kung-fu fight films I used to watch with my dad in the basement. Just when it seemed like the evil opponent had approached the point of absolutely demolishing our chosen hero, this divinely equipped protagonist seeking their revenge, reward or reconciliation, that hero found some other amulet or tool to keep fighting. And ultimately win. To keep fighting.

The stakes seem too high and my first instinct is to fight back with whatever I can grab. So yeah, it's gotta be a war. Living, learning, loving, politicking, planning.

Cause if it were a game, there would be rules. Right? Or are there rules? Is there a right and a wrong way to engage? Are the rules etched in stone, or do I have my own erasable tablet to write and rewrite them as I go along?

It's a crazy road we travel, with sharp turns and bumps we often do not see, let alone are able to plan for accordingly. We do a lot of things in our lives to find some semblance of happiness, a measurement always based upon the lack of happiness or abundance we have experienced in memorable (and possibly unmemorable) past.

I've lost a lot of friends this year to the pursuit of happiness. In many different ways.

Some lost sight of the road. Some lost their trust in the road.

Lesson #1. You can't love if you can't trust.

I only want to do the right thing and spread love. First, I've got to get back to a place where I love the road myself. Where I trust The Road again.

There are days that come to answer, and days that come to question.

Does our life experiences shape us into fighters or gamers? Warriors vs. jesters? Is one way better? Or is it about balancing the two? It is always hard to forget the past, especially the parts that singed you. What is a game to some, is a fight to others.

That's enough of that. My **new vocabulary alert** "bestie" (aka - homie, best friend, ace boon coon, etc.) told me tonight that I think too much. I'm too damn smart. So true, so true. That's my weapon though. Always has been.

Everything in life is relative. One person's dilemma is another person's salvation. At the end of the day, we all want to be happy and free, and we're all willing to fight with whatever weapons we know to win the fight and have that.

I'm listening to The Road from Zero 7's latest album, Yeah Ghost. Check it out. Zero 7 might be the best musicians in the game right now. Hands down. Transcendental music.

Zeitgeist

I am behind on blogging by one day, already.

So here's my catch-up. It is most importantly a happy shoutout to my fellow blogger + friend + former roommate + neighbor + co-conspirator and rabble-rouser, Ms. Abbigail S. Cawley.

This shout-out is not just any shout-out though. It is also a response to her challenge for a Mario Kart Style "Battle Mode" bloggin war.

A war which I will win, of course. ;)

Check out her blog, Attempted Domestication.

Peaceful and Pacified

There seems to be a world falling apart around us, and I have a feeling that the solutions are not being demanded as much as they should.

Today in the House Financial Services Committee, the members of the Congressional Black Caucus used their caucus power (novel!) to stop the committee vote on a bill that is a major priority of both the Obama administration and House Democratic leadership (Frank + Pelosi). Their objective was to draw attention to the issue most important to their voting constituents.

Dude, where the f*ck is my job?!

I am glad someone [namely the someones elected to do so] finally stood up to the well intentioned, but easily misguided Democratic leadership of the House. In this equation, they are the only variable that can address the realities that Representative Waters and her CBC colleagues brought to the Committee's attention today. The realities that the current recession poses systemic risks to poor and middle class African-Americans.

In no way am I supporting this statement as an undermining of the overall impact our economic recession is having on all communities within the US. The reality however, is that communities that have historically been economically vulnerable are uniquely challenged in surviving the direction we're continuing in. The overall impact of rising costs of living (basic living! why is milk so expensive?!) combined with already limited collective resources, limited economic growth and limited political empowerment can make recovery dangerously limited if not impossible, and harder hitting at the same time.

Essentially, what is our recession is a lot of folks' depression, and a lot of them folks are African-Americans. Today some of their reps finally stood up, and did just that. Repped. Hopefully they will continue to represent, and be received. Hopefully, Barney Frank will recognize the opportunity he has been given to use his policymaking role to stimulate the creation and recirculation of wealth in the areas represented by the dissenting members of his Committee, and for similarly urban and rural poor constituents, through supporting and encouraging community banks. While the financial regulatory landscape for large financial service institutions such as Bank of America, Chase and Goldman Sachs (that's all we got left, right?....hmmmm...) is it's own systemic risk to address, it is time to get to solving the problems among the people, and the systems they are finding the gravest challenges and setbacks in. It's time to invest our collective resources towards our collective needs, and remove the mask that depicts the multi-billion dollar financial industry's political-economic dominance as a collective benefit.

Today, I remembered this portion of a Malcolm X speech. He delivered his "Message To The Grassroots" Address in Detroit, MI., my hometown, and currently the metropolitan area (w/ 1 million + population) suffering from the highest unemployment, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics. This is the portion of his address that sticks out the most to me, especially these days:

"It’s like when you go to the dentist, and the man’s going to take your tooth. You’re going to fight him when he starts pulling. So he squirts some stuff in your jaw called novocaine, to make you think they’re not doing anything to you. So you sit there and ’cause you’ve got all of that novocaine in your jaw, you suffer peacefully. Blood running all down your jaw, and you don’t know what’s happening. ’Cause someone has taught you to suffer —— peacefully." (Message to Grassroots, Malcolm X, October 10, 1963; Detroit, MI)

With this Novocaine running through our systems, we might not feel those systems (economic system, social security system, education and social welfare, etc.) break down until it's too late. **Note, I mean social security and social welfare in the most lower case senses possible. In the broadest sense of the definitions of those two concepts. As broad as the tent of the grandest circus. Not the "tent" of the Republican party. Although, these days it's hard to tell the difference between the circus and the GOP. I wonder, why?

Sarah Palin's a f*cking clown, that's why.

Done.

Who gets hated on more than the President?

I love my job. We spent the whole day in a conference room analyzing every, minute action of a group of individuals. Me and two other people. Just for the three of us to tell hundreds of other people what they do and how to do it better.

I love my job?

I love my life, so I tolerate my job. I love my job because my job is now the biggest part of securing my life, which I love. By default I guess this means I love my job. Or does this mean I love what my job does for me? That sounds like a question for someone in a shitty relationship. Except my job's not shitty. I sat and analyzed all day. C'est ma vie.

I have never in my life been more excited about getting this leg of the trip over, and getting to Friday. Are we there yet?

I have not watched Conan O'Brien since he started hosting The Tonight Show. He has won me over. He's been ripping on Kirstie Alley with no apologies. I don't condone bullying, but I am firmly pro-hilarity. Now he's interviewing Spencer and Heidi from some show about some rich, white benefactor kids from some town in Southern California full of other rich, white kids who don't have much else to do in their life but be rich and white (and somehow get famous for it). "I feel like every president just gets as much hating as Spencer Pratt so that's the next level of haterness." --Spencer Pratt, famous for...being an asshole.

Wow.

Thankfully I have instituted Wednesday Night Football courtesy of my Wii and procurement of Madden 10.

My Project Manager used the term "hard-on" in regular conversation with me and a woman on our team. The context? Don't remember. He's only the second person this week to use it during a meeting, albeit in a non-sexual way. Totally within a professional context. All for the client. Which makes it even more awkward. I remember the awkwardness following the dropping of a hard H "Hard-on" much more than I could ever remember what he said before or after that. In my head I interjected with "What, you have no more ideas, but your still talking? I'm sorry. Huh?" At first I thought it was an intentional "that's what she said" type of joke, so out loud I laughed. He's no Michael J. Scott though. Michael J. Scott has couth. Just no common sense.

I love my job.

Sammy Sosa, wtf?! I'll need more time to think on this one.

http://www.thegrio.com/2009/11/skin-lightening-a-global-trend-and-billion-dollar-business.php

I guess he should get a cut of Spencer and Heidi's career earnings.

Let's sleep on that one.