9.29.2008

A Word from Atop the Soapbox

*climbs onto soapbox*

People get ready, there's a train coming
You don't need no baggage, you just get on board...
~ The Impressions

November 4, 2008

A day that will change everything. Election Day here in the good old US of A.

Are you ready?

That's right -- I want to know if you're ready.

And by "ready" -- at least at this very moment -- I'm referring to being ready, willing and able to cast your vote. Have you taken those necessary steps...

Step One: Are you registered? Properly? Does your voter registration card match your driver's license in terms of information?Are you good to go cast your vote with all "I"s dotted and "T"s crossed?

If not -- you've got some time to get that rectified. Not a whole lot of time, however...

The voter registration deadlines for each state are starting to come upon us -- beginning next week. EEEK! Yeah, it's coming up, y'all...

Specific details can be found here, at the Rock the Vote Election Center. G0 -- check it out. And take whatever action is necessary for you to be ready to hit the polls on November 4th.

Step Two: Are you informed -- not just about the Presidential race, but about all the elections that will appear on your ballot? Now is the time to Get Knowledgeable. Look at Election Day as an opportunity to invest and educate.

Find out what the issues are.

Read about the candidates.

Watch the debates.

Ask questions.

Spend time not just on candidate websites, but sites focusing on the objective side of politics.

Think about what matters to you. To your family. To your community.

Be an active part of the process.

Step Three: Commit to voting. Period.

Don't just talk about it -- make a mental covenant with yourself to actually do it. Even if you've never done it before. There's no time like the present to lose your voting virginity.

Think of it this way -- not voting lets other people make the decisions for you, and, speaking for myself, nothing pisses me off more than having someone speak for me without my consent or without an opportunity to put my two cents in. I can feel my blood pressure rising just imagining this.

PS: By not voting, you forfeit the right to complain about whoever’s in office. Those elected officials aren’t really representing you, because you never spoke up and said what you thought should happen in the first place.

Muse upon that for a moment. That scenario more than kinda sucks, doesn't it.

November 4, 2008. Perhaps the most important date in the history of our country in a long, long time.

It's coming. Time to get prepped and ready.

It's been a long, long time coming
But I know a change is gonna come
Oh, yes it will

~ Sam Cooke

It's another fascinating Meme Monday. Alert the media.

Have you ever...

1. ...gone on a blind date?
Twice. In college. One turned out rather well. One did not... but that’s a story for another time.

2. ...skipped school?
Does blowing off classes in college count? Then the answer is yes. But otherwise, no. I was a good girl.

3. ...watched someone die?
No. I have been at the bedside of critically ill people, including some very young children. Sigh.

4. ... been on a plane?
Heck yeah. I rather like flying, actually. As long as I can have the window seat. And there’s no one in the center seat next to me. Or I’m in first class. Ahem.

5. ...been on the opposite side of your country?
Indeed I have -- taken a couple of trips Seattle. Which is pretty much the total opposite side of the US from me.

6. ...swam in the ocean?
I have -- but believe it or not, it’s been a while. I’m a total Gulf of Mexico girl. But I’ve jumped waves in the Atlantic in my time. Never been in the Pacific, though -- I’ve only seen it from the San Franscico vantage point.

7. ...had your booze taken away by the cops?
No. Hoo-ray.

8. ...lettered in a high school sport?
Are you sitting down... the answer is yes. My freshman year, I played on the volleyball team. Didn’t start, but played enough to get a letter. However, one year was plenty. And if you think my nails look bad now...

9. ...cried yourself to sleep?
Please. Have we just met? Of course.

10. ...played cops and robbers?
Nyet.

11. ...sung karaoke?
You betcha. Too much fun. And something that I don’t do nearly enough.

12. ...paid for a meal with coins only?
Yep. Done it with quarters before in a drive-thru.

13. ...done something you told yourself you wouldn’t?
Oh hell yeah. And we're going to just leave it at that.

14. ...cheated on an exam?
No.

15. ...made prank phone calls?
The centerpiece activity of any good slumber party in the ‘70s. My standard was the "Prince Albert in a Can" ask.

16. ...laughed until some sort of beverage came out of your nose?
Ew. No. Thank goodness.

17. ...caught a snowflake on your tongue?
Yes. I was a little drunk when I did it, however...

18. ...written a letter to Santa Claus?
Sure. Very detailed letters to boot.

19. ...watched the sunrise with someone you care about?
Yep -- although it was on the tail end of a night, rather than the beginning of a day.

20. ...been kissed under the mistletoe?
Indeed I have. Hee!

21. ...ever been arrested?
Oooooh -- no.

22. ...gone ice skating?
Nope. My one attempt at skiing was plenty of winter sport embarrassment for me.

23. ...been skinny dipping outdoors?
Heck yeah! Hee hee hee.

24. ...had a nickname?
Uh-huh. My dad still calls me by his childhood nickname for me: Girlie. And my sorority sisters called me JJ (my initials) in college.

25. ...had your name in the newspaper? been on TV?
Have been in the paper (both local and college) numerous times (my picture too, when I was younger.) And no, it wasn’t in the police blotter...

Also been on TV -- did a couple of interview type programs when I was working in PR for non-profits once upon a time.

9.27.2008

Forty-four Wishes


1. For Will to keep maximizing his potential

2. President Obama.

3. Genuine happiness with who I REALLY am.

4. To get in legitimate, healthy shape.

5. A new improved cell phone.

6. Health for my family and loved ones.

7. Happiness for my family and loved ones.

8. To spend some quality time with Sprezzatura.

9. Progress in my many writing projects.

10. Publication!

11. A really relaxing, rejuvenating vacation.

12. A decent night’s sleep.

13. Tampa Bay Rays: World Series Champs.

14. Florida Gators: National Football Champs.

15. A laptop (A Mac, natch.)

16. To hear the words “Clooney, Party of Two” and be one of the two

17. A smaller tuchus.

18. The sudden appearance of an organizational gene in me.

19. To see snow this year.

20. To see fall this year.

21. To be less guarded.

22. To get out of the house more.

23. To hear live music more frequently.

24. To be more open and share more of my true essence with people.

25. To hear the words “Baldwin, Party of Two” and be one of the two.

26. A smaller belly.

27. A more tolerant, accepting, gentler society.

28. To have a week when my nails don’t look like a gorilla gave me a manicure.

29. More than one decent night’s sleep in a row.

30. Longer legs (Hey, these are my wishes. They don’t have to be practical. Or feasible.)

31. Better knife skills in the kitchen.

32. For the timing to be right for me to go back to school and finish my Master’s. (English Lit)

33. For more good hair days than bad hair days.

34. To make new friends.

35. To find some dependable babysitters. (see Wish #22)

36. To get my sports website off the ground. For real.

37. To spend more quality time in the kitchen.

38. To make progress organizing the myriad family photos I somehow have in my possession.

39. To actually grow a plant successfully. Without killing it.

40. To be the best choir urchin director I can be.

41. To learn one new skill.

42. To hear the words “Copeland (as in Stewart), Party of Two” and be one of the two.

43 To make a difference for the good in my world.

44. To have the chance to make 45 wishes same time next year.

9.26.2008

A Word from the Domestic Goddess

‘Tis the season for game watching
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Which requires food for noshing
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Chips and dip are kinda boring
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Why not make something worth adoring
Fa-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la!

In the spirit of baseball (GO RAYS!) and football (GO GATORS!) seasons, I give you my easy-peasy (promise) Uber-Yummy Nachos recipe. It’s great for a party or gathering because people can put their own serving together however they like. Oh -- beer. Goes really well with this. Really well.

Try this -- you’ll like it.


The Chips
Any sort of tortilla chip you like. Me -- I’m into the flour tortilla chips right now.

The Salsa
1 (28-ounce) can whole tomatoes, drained, reserving the juice (recommended: San Marzano)
1 small red onion, roughly chopped
1 Serrano chile
1 garlic clove, roughly chopped
2 limes, juiced
1/2 cup chopped cilantro leaves
Kosher salt
Freshly cracked black pepper
Extra-virgin olive oil, for drizzling

Pulse all the ingredients, except the tomato juice, in a food processor. Add the reserved tomato juice if the salsa is too thick. Drizzle salsa with olive oil, cover with plastic wrap and set aside, allowing the flavors to marry.

The Meat
1 tablespoon extra-virgin olive oil
1 pound ground sirloin
2 cloves garlic, chopped
1 small onion, chopped
1 jalapeno pepper, seeded and chopped
1 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoons dark chili powder (I use ancho chili powder, but y’all use whatever you dig)
1 1/2 ground cumin, half a palmful
2 teaspoons to 1 tablespoon cayenne pepper sauce, giving you medium to hot heat level
1 can black beans, 15 ounces, drained

Heat a medium nonstick skillet over medium high heat. Add oil, garlic, onion and peppers to the pan and sauté two minutes, then add meat and crumble with wooden spoon. Season meat with salt, chili powder, cumin and cayenne pepper sauce. Cook meat five minutes, then stir in beans and reduce heat to low.

The Cheese
2 tablespoons butter
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
2 cups evaporated milk
3/4 pound cheddar cheese, shredded, about 2 1/2 cups

In a medium sauce pot, melt butter and add flour to it. Cook flour and butter 1 to 2 minutes over moderate heat, then whisk in milk. When milk comes to a bubble, stir in cheese with a wooden spoon. Remove cheese sauce from the heat.

The Other Stuff, As You Like It
Sour cream
Chopped scallions
Chopped black olives
Diced pimento
Sliced avocado, dressed with lemon juice
Hot pepper sauces


Y’all can figure out how to put together the nachos, I’m sure. Just do it -- and enjoy.

9.25.2008

Today's Special: A Heaping Plate of Thursday Thirteen

I love to cook. Plain and simple. And amongst my overflowing cookbook shelves, these thirteen texts are the ones I am particularly partial to. At least at the moment.

Thirteen of My Favorite Cookbooks

The Ultimate Southern Living Cookbook
You cannot go wrong in the world of Southern cooking with anything from the Southern Living family. Period.

The French Chef Cookbook
The second cookbook I ever owned -- a Christmas gift for me when I was 13. The French Onion Soup recipe is one that I've been preparing literally for 30 years. (Oh good lord, that's a damn long time. Oy.)

The Lady and Sons Savannah Country Cookbook

Say what you will about Miss Paula -- her recipes for barbecue sauce and beer biscuits cannot be beat and are amongst the most requested by the loved ones I often cook for.

The New Basics Cookbook
A “basics” cookbook from the creative minds behind the Silver Palette: Julee Rosso and Sheila Lukins. A terrific reference for just about anything. Sure -- it might be a little dated (it did, after all, come out in the late ‘80s) but it still holds a prominent dog-eared spot on my cookbook rack.

The Gasparilla Cookbook
A classic. Published by the Junior League of Tampa, it melds the different flavors of my community perfectly. The Arroz con Pollo recipe is my personal comfort food favorite.

Roasting: A Simple Art
Great instruction on perfecting the most simple and satisfying of cooking techniques. Don't be put off by the high temperature that's recommended -- trust me, it's worth it.

Memories of a Cuban Kitchen
I am Cuban by osmosis and this is a wonderful handbook for Cuban comfort food. Fantastic.

Marcella Hazan’s Essentials of Classic Italian Cooking

The quintessential primer on quality Italian fare. The osso buco recipe is perfection.

Rick Bayless’ Mexican Kitchen
A new favorite. I took a Mexican cooking “class” as an excursion on our New Year’s cruise -- not too challenging technically, but it whet my appetite to learn more about authentic Mexican food and what makes it tick, so to speak. I’ll keep you posted on my progress with this book.

Smith and Hawken’s Gardener’s Community Cookbook
The perfect guide to help you prepare nature’s bounty. Fresh and flavorful and inspiring, even to a self-proclaimed “black thumb” as myself.

A Little Something
My go-to for quick and easy appetizers and nibbles for entertaining.

The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook
Gorgeous book, great recipes. The Maple Oatmeal Scones are totally delish (and if I, a non-baker, can handle them, you know the recipe’s good.)

Molly Stevens’ All About Braising
My most recent acquisition. I love the succulence of braised meat and as soon as the weather gets a little bit cooler, I'll be diving into this one.

9.22.2008

A Rather Mental Meme Monday

The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.
~ Dr. Seuss

Today’s Meme Monday offering is right up my alley -- and it’s pilfered from one of my favorite people, the lovely perpstu, who pilfered it from another of my favorite people, Megan at Po(sey) Sessions.

According to The Big Read, the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books on their list. I may be average in a lot of areas (let's not go into that now, 'kay), but reading is not one of them. So let's see how this list plays out Jane-style.

The instructions:
Look at the list and...
* ...bold those you have read. (because the font I use on the blog isn't very "bold", I both bolded and italicized those which I have read, for clarity's sake)
* ...italicize those you intend to read
* ...underline the books you LOVE.
* ...encourage people to reprint this list on their own blogs.

1. Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2. The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3. Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4. Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5. To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6. The Bible
7. Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8. 1984 - George Orwell
9. His Dark Materials- Philip Pullman
10. Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11. Little Women - Louisa May Alcott
12. Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14. Complete Works of Shakespeare
15. Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16. The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17. Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks
18. Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19. The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger
20. Middlemarch - George Eliot
21. Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22. The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23. Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24. War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy (just because)
25. The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams
26. Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh
27. Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28. Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
29. Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
30. The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame
31. Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32. David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33. Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34. Emma - Jane Austen
35. Persuasion - Jane Austen
36. The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis
37. The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39. Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40. Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41. Animal Farm - George Orwell
42. The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown
43. One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44. A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45. The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46. Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47. Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48. The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49. Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50. Atonement - Ian McEwan
51. Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52. Dune - Frank Herbert
53. Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54. Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55. A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56. The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57. A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
58. Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
59. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time- Mark Haddon
60. Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61. Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62. Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63. The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64. The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65. Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67. Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68. Bridget Jones’ Diary - Helen Fielding
69. Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70. Moby Dick - Herman Melville
71. Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72. Dracula - Bram Stoker
73. The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74. Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75. Ulysses - James Joyce
76. The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath
77. Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78. Germinal - Emile Zola
79. Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80. Possession - AS Byatt
81. A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82. Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell
83. The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84. The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85. Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86. A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87. Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88. The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom
89. Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90. The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92.The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93. The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94. Watership Down - Richard Adams
95. A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole
96. A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97. The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98. Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl
100. Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

OK. It looks like I've read about half of these. Not bad. Some, I'm surprised to say, I'm totally not familiar with. Which is good, as I now have some reading research to do. And I was tempted to create my own addtion to the legend: strike-through any book you have no intention of ever reading. But I opted not to go there. I'll let you guess which books fall on that list of mine.

A postscript from the English Major: Any list of "top" books that doesn't include Hemingway, Faulkner or Twain, but does include Helen Fielding, Mitch Albom and Donna Tartt is a little, shall we say, unusual (trying to be tactful here) in my book. No pun intended. And I loved Bridget Jones and The Secret History. Seriously.

Now it's y'all's turn... let me know what your list looks like. I'm nosy like that...

9.20.2008

Saturday Morning Cereal: Sixth Bowl

*Munch*

*Crunch*

*Munch*

*Smack*

*Pours more milk*

Oh -- hi! You caught me. Eating cereal. It's Saturday, right -- isn't that what you're supposed to have for breakfast on Saturdays? That's the rule in my world (which I break for bagels and the occasional omelet -- but just go along with me for the sake of this piece,'kay? Love ya babe. Thx.)

My personal love affair with cereal started at an early age -- my dad still tells the story of how on one Saturday morning, at the age of three, I awoke early to watch cartoons. After a while, I decided I was hungry -- but was still the only one awake. Needing to remedy this, I grabbed a box of Rice Krispies from the cabinet, marched into my parents' bedroom and tossed said box into bed with them. They're just lucky I didn't grab the milk carton too.

Cereal and Saturday mornings just seemed to go together, especially during the halcyon days of our youth. And damn if we didn't have a lot of options in those days. When poking around YouTube, I discovered more commercial clips for more cereal than one post should hold. So consider this the first serving -- and make sure you save enough milk in the bowl for next time, as there's more where these came from.

Now, get your bowls ready for a sugary, crunchy trip down memory lane.

Cookie Crisp


Froot Loops


Golden Grahams



HoneyComb


Cream of Wheat


Quisp


Alpha Bits


Count Chocula, Franken Berry and Boo Berry
(These guys never seemed to be alone in an ad.
And anyone else besides me remember Fruit Brute?)


Cheerios


Next week, we'll do some time with Cap'n Crunch and all his many spin offs (trust me, there are more than you remember); many, many cereals with the word "sugar" in their name (beloved by dentists everywhere); a rabbit, a leprechaun, a tiger, triplets and a kid named Mikey. And that's just for starters.

PS: My favorite cereal is amongst today's group... any guesses as to which one it is?

9.19.2008

Paging Dr. Bombay. Emergency! Come right away!

There are many things I love about my child. Many, many things.

His smile.

His laugh.

His toughness and resilience.

His sense of humor.

His willingness to share. Especially his germs.

*cough* I have been felled this week by a horrible, no-good, very bad cold, given to me lovingly by my child. That's what I get for being a human Kleenex, I suppose. *achoo*

Today is the first day in several that I've felt like even putting words on a page. My apologies if they aren't the most coherent. It's the effort that counts -- in horseshoes, hand grenades and blog posts from the sick and ailing.

Will is much better -- three days home with "rest" and "quiet" and "TLC" helped tremendously. Me -- I'm still muddling through, wearing a mentholated Breathe Right strip on my nose at all times, sucking on a constant stream of honey lemon cough drops (did you know that if you fall asleep with a cough drop in your mouth, it doesn't dissolve and will most likely be stuck to the roof of your mouth when you wake up at 3am and stagger to the bathroom? Now you do.) and rubbing Vicks Vapo Rub on me like it's moisturizer and I'm at a spa in the Arctic Circle.

Yes, I smell delightful. Shut up.

I will have to say, though, that while my conscious hasn't been all that prolific or creative in the writing area, my subconscious had a field day. I've been dreaming like a son-of-a-gun -- and damn, are they weird. One involved my friend Miss Riss, our celebrity dates and a Monkees concert. I know I was with Jimmy Fallon but I cannot remember who Miss Riss was with -- for the sake of argument, we're going to go with John Cusack. Another featured Ted Koppel as a soda jerk at an ice cream parlor. And Mr. Fallon made another apperance in a really screwy one taking place at my old apartment building that looked like the apartment complex on Melrose Place.

I'm thinking my fixation with Jimmy Fallon can be chalked up to me watching a lot of baseball, specifically the Rays/Red Sox and his appearance in the homage to the BoSox movie, Fever Pitch. I've got nothing in the way of explanation for Ted Koppel making me an ice cream soda. But whatever.

So... hopefully by next week I'll be rid of these damn germs and ready to tackle the world -- or at least a small part of it. Here's hoping this finds y'all happy and healthy and ready to have a great weekend. *achoo*

9.16.2008

It's Tuesday. There are Tunes. Tuesday Tunes.

It’s time, once again, for Tuesday Tunes, y'all!

You've seen them live -- tell us the following:


The best artist you've seen perform live and the worst (from a musical standpoint)


Best: Wow. Hard to narrow it down. From a sheer experience standpoint, it has to be my beloved Police on their recent tour. A show I never thought would happen. Sure it was slick and the set list was fairly expected -- but that really didn’t matter one iota. And of course, I screamed the loudest of all anytime Stewart was featured on the big screen.



However, I must also include in this two other gigs that I’m still talking about:
* Mel Torme and George Shearing, circa 1988
Never mind that I was the youngest person in the audience by at least 25 years. Never mind that I went with my parents. Two jazz greats doing what they did best. I’m still in awe, all these years later. Brilliant. Mr. Torme was not called the Velvet Fog for nothing. And no one can match Mr. Shearing on piano.


*Tom Jones -- just last year!
Sir Tom defines showman performer. Never losing energy, never losing interest, he sang and flirted and gyrated his heart out. I would go see him again in a minute. (And no, I did NOT throw my panties on stage... although the HRT levels in that auditorium were off the chart...)



Worst: Honestly, I can't think of one. The Black Crowes, who opened for Tom Petty when I saw them a couple of years ago, were a little rambling and random with their set list -- Chris Robinson did a lot of dancing and shaking a tambourine during lengthy (and I do mean lengthy) musical interludes. But that's about it. Guess I've been lucky...

The concert with the worst audience
Interestingly, there is a tie for this one -- and both were gigs with the same band.

The B-52s.

Bad audience #1 was at the Tangerine Bowl, November 1982. The B-52s were on a triple bill with Joan Jett and the Blackhearts and The Who.

Which one of those things is not like the others?

That’s right -- the B-52s. A funky, crazy party band rather stuck out like a sore thumb at a gig where most of the audience was there for some slightly harder core rock and roll. I think the band might have lasted for two songs on stage before they were pelted with a hailstorm of crumpled up Miller beer cups. Not pretty.
Here they are in 1982...



Bad audience #2 was this past summer at the True Colors tour. The B-52s were second on the bill -- behind headliner Cyndi Lauper, natch -- and put on a terrific show, mixing a lot of their classic tunes with cuts from their latest album (“Funplex”, which is fantastic, by the way.) I’m still not sure what the crowd’s problem was, but they stayed firmly on their tuchuses through all but “Love Shack.” Kid you not. How anyone can listen to the B-52’s musical exuberance and not want to get up and move is beyond me. I stood for a little bit until the *ahems* and the throat clearing from behind signaling me to sit myself down got to be annoying. Those folks just don’t know what they were missing.
And here they are last year...


The most expensive concert and the least expensive

Most expensive: Gotta be the Police. Virgin Music Festival. Tickets were over a hundred (the exact amount escapes me at the moment...) Granted, that was the ‘festival’ price, which really included admission to hear bands all day, but still. We got our moneys worth, even though we went late in the day, catching both the Police and the Beastie Boys.


Least expensive: The Pretenders. Seven dollars. 1984. Best concert money I ever spent. ‘Nuff said.

9.15.2008

Welcome to Me Me Me Monday!

I am feeling less than inspired this morning -- and I'm chalking it all up to the Monday Blahs. In that spirit, I'm starting a new thing called Meme Monday -- I'll hunt around the net to find an interesting meme and then put my own spin on it to start the week off with a bang. Or something. Hell, it's better than nothing...

Here goes...

1. Were you named after anyone?
Hard to say. My full name is very similar to my mother’s. But she denies naming me after herself. We had a family friend, also named Jane, who was convinced that I was named after her. And shared that with anyone she could. Not true, but we never let her know that.

2. When was the last time you cried?
Within the past couple of days. Can’t remember exactly why. Can’t remember exactly when. But I know I did. Just how I’m programmed.

3. Do you like your handwriting?
Not so much. I can barely read it -- and people have told me that it's hard to decipher. Which is why I now type my grocery list. Sad, isn't it?

4. What is your favorite lunch meat?
Hmmm. Does deli roast beef count? Or hot dogs? Either one works for me.

5. Do you have kids?
The frequently-mentioned, about-to-turn-seven-can’t-believe-how-big-he’s-getting Master Will.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?
Absolutely. Even though I can be a little closed-off sometimes. I'm more than happy to get to know other people -- not so at ease with letting them get to know me.

7. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Please. Have we just met? Seriously.

8. Do you still have your tonsils?
Indeed I do. Ugh.

9. Would you bungee jump?
No. Hell no. Absolutely not.

10. What is your favorite cereal?
Either original-recipe Alpha Bits or Total Raisin Bran.

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Please. Does anyone?

12. Do you think you are strong?
Emotionally. Yeah. Out of necessity. Physically. Kinda. Depends on the task.

13. What is your favorite ice cream?
Pistachio. Or pralines and cream. Or chocolate. I’m not picky.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their hair. Shut up. I have a thing about hair.

15. Red or pink?
Purple.

16. What is the least favorite thing about yourself?
My lack of confidence in myself. Could use a good marinade in some self-esteem with some liberal dashes of self-assurance.

17. Who do you miss most?
My galpal Heather. Lives too far away now in NC.

18. What color shoes and pants are you wearing?
Black lounge pants and NO SHOES. Please. Will is home sick today with The World’s Grossest Cold and I probably won’t change into anything more presentable.

19. What was the last thing you ate?
Yogurt with honey.

20. What are you listening to right now?
The “Keep Will Happy” iTunes playlist. Rolling at the moment: “Yellow Submarine.”

21. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Purple, natch.

22. Favorite smells?
Jasmine on the vine; bread baking; grapefruit; Obsession perfume.

23. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?
My. Mother. Twenty minutes. Don’t ask me what the conversation was about because I couldn’t tell you. Love my mama, but no one talks about nothing better than she does.

24. Favorite sports to watch?
It’s probably easier to list the sports I don’t like to watch: NASCAR. I’m sometimes so-so- on golf. But that’s about it.

25. Hair color?
Dark brown with a purple streak.

26. Eye color?
Dark brown.

27. Do you wear contacts?
Nope. Not necessary since The Lasik. Whooo!

My stars, is this thing ever going to end... I don’t think I’m interesting enough for all these questions.

28. Favorite food?
Macaroni and cheese.

29. Scary movies or happy endings?
Happy endings, without question.

30. Last move you watched?
“Meet Bill”, with Aaron Eckhart.

31. What color shirt are you wearing?
Sweatsuit gray.

32. Summer or winter?
Winter, baby. If for no other reason than my hair looks kick-ass when there’s less humidity. And I can seriously rock a scarf. Even in Florida.

33. Hugs or kisses?
While I love to blow kisses, it’s gotta be hugs. I’m from the South. We hug everyone.

34. Favorite dessert?
Anything with caramel. Period. Or pecan pie.

35. What book(s) are you reading now?
“Lucy Talk” by Fiona Walker and “Auntie Mame” by Patrick Dennis.

36. What is on your mouse pad?
An Underwood typewriter.

37. What did you watch on TV last night?
Football and “Mad Men.”

38. Favorite sound?
Will’s laughter; a mountain stream; the ocean; church bells.

39. Rolling Stones or the Beatles?
Cannot choose. Love them both.

40. What is the farthest you have been from home?
Alaska.

41. Do you have a special talent?
I have been told I can turn a phrase. And I’m a pretty damn good public speaker. Do those count?

42. Where were you born?
St. Petersburg, FL

43. What time is it ?
9:35 am. Oy.

9.13.2008

Saturday Morning Cereal: Fifth Bowl

"Hey! You sank my Battleship!"

Ring a bell? Or is that just the sound of your Rock Em Sock Em Robots game...

Ah... the toy commercials of the '70s. As much a part of television programming as the show themselves. Cheesy as all get out, they featured earnest kids (just like us!) cheerfully playing with the toy or game du jour, enticing us to bug our parents to buy it or to add it to our Santa list.

Kenner. Parker Brothers. Mattel. Household names to those of us now of a certain age. Good times, good times.

So go hop on your Big Wheel and get set to take a trip through Candyland as you check out vintage commerce at its best...


Slinky


Big Bang Boing and SSP Racers



Big Wheel



Six Million Dollar Man "Action Figures."
Please. Let's just call these what they really were: dolls for boys.


Easy Bake Oven



Spirograph



Lite Brite


Operation



Connect Four


Barbie Pool Party



Battleship


Wonder Woman


Rock Flowers
Recognize that narrator -- it's Casey Kasem! I had this -- totally groovy...


Hot Wheels Crack Ups

9.11.2008

Wishful Thinking on a Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things I Wish I Had the Ability to Do...

1. Shoot pool
Man, I would be such the badass pool playing chick. Swiggin’ on a longneck. Swearing like a sailor. Lining up the stick and knockin’ those balls in the holes. However, I have no idea how to even hold a pool cue, much less play the damn game. Perhaps in my next life...

2. Raise one eyebrow only
If anyone on earth needed to have this talent, it’s me. Skepticism, slyness, sassiness -- it works with all of them. Me -- no can do. Although I try mightily -- to very scary effect. It’s not pretty.

3. Play music by ear
I can read music -- I just don’t have the ability to hear something and then play it. Not sure what I would do with this one, but it would be nice to have. To whip out at cocktail parties and such...

4. Drive a stick shift
Have absolutely NO idea how to do this. I have a semi-recurring nightmare in which the group of people I’m with are in some sort of predicament and the only way to get us out of said predicament by car and I’m the only one able to drive... and the car is a manual transmission.
Yikes!

5. Chop like a professional chef
I’m a pretty fair cook. Not bad, actually. But my knife skills... ai yi yi. A gorilla might have more finesse. I get the job done, but only after much effort. It’s no wonder I am one with my mini-chop.

6. Deal with numbers
The financial kind of numbers. I don’t like them. They don’t like me. It’s a hate/hate relationship. I could regale you with stories of my financial escapades that would (and have) made accountants weep and shudder. When I was a swinging bachelorette, I decided that the best way for me to make sure I was always at least slightly financially solvent was to round up every transaction I entered in my checkbook. Write a check for $23.27. Enter into the check ledger as $24.00. (Yes, I realize I never had ANY idea how much money I actually had. But it worked for me.) Cut to me being a newlywed with a joint account... I go to close my bachelorette account. And discover that I have nearly $2000 in it that I didn’t know existed. All you financial types can stop shuddering now...

7. Dive
Can’t do it. Dive into a pool, that is. Gotta gracefully slide in from the side or descend like Norma Desmond down the main pool steps. I don’t know if it’s a coordination issue or my bad sinuses that hurt like hell when I position my head in such a way under water or what. I *barely* learned how to do this, after hours of tutelage from my dad at the tennis club pool, in order to pass my water safety instructor course in high school. Couldn’t dive in now if I tried. So please don’t ask.

8. Tap dance
I am convinced that if I had taken dance lessons as a child, I would be a stah on Broadway today. Sadly -- and obviously -- that is not the case. I did take a tap class as an adult when I was in my early 20s. Great fun --- even though I was the youngest student by several decades. Let’s put it this way: all of the other ladies in the class could tell you exactly where they were when Glenn Miller’s plane went down. Anyhoo... the class was wonderful. But aside from a very halting step-ball-change, I got nothing in the way of tap skillz.

9. Make a decent pie crust
You know that cooking thing? Doesn’t translate to a baking thing as far as I’m concerned. I suck at making pie crust. Suck. Suck. Suck. I’m actually not bad with the yeast-based baked goods -- but delicate things like pie crust. Big disasters. Thank goodness for Pillsbury's pie crust dough, found in the refrigerator section of your grocery store. Saved my tuchus more time than I can count.

10. Change a tire
This right here is the main reason for my AAA membership. Worth every dime.

11. Give myself a decent pedicure
Why oh why do I find it impossible to NOT get any polish on my toes when I attempt this. Again, it looks like a gorilla grabbed my bottle of Lincoln Park After Dark and went to town on my tootsies. I spend more time peeling polish of my skin than I do painting the damn nails themselves. Ugh.

12. Understand sporting nuances
Can you tell a slide ball from a curve ball as it comes flying off the pitcher’s mound? How about reading a defensive set-up in football? I can’t -- and it pisses me off. I wish to goodness I could see and understand all those subtle things about the sports I love. I was at a baseball game earlier this summer, sitting in front of a friend of mine -- who identified and commented on every pitch that crossed the plate. I thought I was good being able to call a ball or a strike... HA!

13. Not kill anything and everything I try to grow
Just call me Black Thumb, Well-Meaning Killer of Plants. Some people have the touch -- actually, I guess I do have the touch. The Touch of Death. Plants wilt away from me when they sense my presence at the nursery. I’ve killed enough basic to make pesto for a year for the city of Florence. And now I think I want to try and grow tomatoes... HAHAHAHAHA! Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.

9.09.2008

It Ain't Easy Being Green...

If I ran away, I’d never have the strength to go very far
How would they hear the beating of my heart...


When I was a little girl, I would, as many kiddos do, get angry with my parents for one thing or another -- and then threaten to run away. Had a little train case that used to belong to my nana which I would pack with my important personal belongings -- a blanket, couple of stuffed animals and a book or five. And then with a defiant look on my face I would march out the door, right past my parents, determined never to return. At least for a while.

Lest you think my folks were candidates for the Department of Children and Families paddy wagon for letting me leave so easily, I can assure you they were not as much concerned as they were confident in my predictability. For each and every time I began my runaway adventure, I made a stop at our next door neighbors’ house. The lady of the house was a genteel Southern belle named Mary Elizabeth, also known affectionately as Bibby, who was my third grandmother.

Bibby would invite me in, chat with me a bit, then proceed to feed me dinner (usually waffles!) -- I always seemed to hit the road around suppertime. After my tummy was full and my chest relieved of my grievances, she would walk me through the gate between our houses and deposit me back home safe and sound.

Bibby passed away earlier this year -- and while I think of her often, she’s really been on my mind today.

You see, I’m looking to run away and could use a dose of her special TLC. And some waffles.

It’s been a tough couple of days around here. Days and events that have reminded me of the challenges I face as the mama to a special needs kiddo. Will had a seizure on Sunday night -- he’s fine now, no worse for wear. I found him in the midst of it next to his keyboard. Nothing more sobering than discovering your child in distress like that and not knowing that something had happened. Fortunately, it didn’t last long -- didn’t even have to administer the medication we have for such events. After a good night’s sleep and a quiet (relatively speaking -- nothing is ever quiet with Will around) day at home yesterday, he appears to be right as rain. Thank goodness.

However, he put on a terribly loud and dramatic display this morning in front of school -- a world-class tantrum. Weeping, wailing, tears -- the whole tantrum repertoire . He sat down smack in the middle of the sidewalk, refusing to move -- or to tell me why he was so upset. You would have thought I was asking him to walk across coals barefoot or to watch a marathon of that dreadful Flava Flav sitcom. After physically picking him up -- all 55 pounds of red-faced, teary charm -- and carrying him to the door, I finally got him to the classroom. Where he walked in, sat next to his teacher, looked up and calmly said “it’s too early for school.” And proceeded to have a lovely and productive day.

Oy.

That little incident was the straw that broke the camel’s tear drops -- and I proceeded to sob on and off for the better part of the day. Ridiculous, I know -- but I think a good deal of that angst was some post-traumatic stress from the seizure over the weekend. No matter how hardened or accustomed I think I might be to such things, my psyche always takes a hit when they happen -- as does my subconscious. My dreams have been vivid and unsettling the last two nights -- all about me not having control of a situation. Paging Dr. Freud...

I’m tired. In the mood to run away from being a responsible adult. Not practical. Not something I’m especially proud of. But it is what it is. I love Will - please don’t get me wrong. He is the love of my life. But sometimes, I just need a breather. A change. A time-out. Today is one of those days.

I tend to wallow in the woe-is-me-my-life-sucks mud puddle for a little while. Then... I remember all my blessings. Which always exceed the number of not-so-great things on the list of my life. And I know that this wretched mood too shall pass. It always does.

On days like this, I find myself singing this song.



It's not that easy being green
Having to spend each day the color of the leaves
When I think it could be nicer being red, or yellow or gold
Or something much more colorful like that

It's not easy being green
It seems you blend in with so many other ordinary things
And people tend to pass you over 'cause you're
Not standing out like flashy sparkles in the water
Or stars in the sky

But green's the color of Spring
And green can be cool and friendly-like
And green can be big like an ocean, or important
Like a mountain, or tall like a tree

When green is all there is to be
It could make you wonder why, but why wonder why
Wonder, I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to be


Yep. I am green. It’s beautiful. And when all is said and done, it is what I want to be.

Listen! The Tuesday Tunes are playin'

It’s time, once again, for Tuesday Tunes, y'all!

Word associations for this week. Just tell us what artist/band/song comes to mind when you see these words:

Storm: “Stormy Weather” ~ Lena Horne


Rain: “Save It For a Rainy Day” ~ The Jayhawks


Old: “The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down” ~ The Band


Magic: “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” ~ The Police


Angst: “Angst in My Pants” ~ Sparks


Trust: “Trust in Me” ~ The Jungle Book


True: “True Love” ~ written by Cole Porter; performed by Grace Kelly and Bing Crosby


Broken: “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” ~ Al Green


Cheesy: “Sex Over the Phone” ~ Village People
Note: if you only choose to watch one of these, make it this one.
PS: kinda NSFW


Family: “Family Tradition” ~ Hank Williams Jr.

9.06.2008

Saturday Morning Cereal: Fourth Bowl

Once upon a time, in a land not so far away (depending on who you ask and how good your memory is) a crazy creative classroom convened on Saturday mornings. Lessons were short and sweet and silly -- never subversive. The school rules were fast and loose -- pajamas were totally acceptable attire and eating during class was not only permitted, but encouraged. The best part -- we were happy to attend.

And betcha you still remember stuff you learned... like the function of a conjunction. Or how a bill becomes a law.

Schoolhouse Rock. Setting learning to music and kooky cartoons.

In the early 1970s, advertising executive David McCall was concerned that his then 11-year-old son was having trouble memorizing his multiplication tables -- but he also observed that his son knew all the words to every rock song on the radio. To McCall, the solution seemed obvious: why not marry pop music with information kids needed to learn?

And the rest, as they say, is television -- and educational -- history. Schoolhouse Rock was born. McCall worked with his ad agency's creative directors, George Newall and Tom Yohe, on scripts and storyboards. They hired jazz pianist Bob Dorough to compose a song based on the multiplication tables, and the result was "Three Is a Magic Number." The trio took the concept to then-head of ABC Children's programming Michael Eisner (yep, that Michael Eisner) who snapped it up and asked for more.

Kids soon began singing along to favorites like "Conjunction Junction, What's Your Function?" and "Interplanet Janet" -- and in the process learned about everything from how a bill becomes a law to how the body's circulatory system works.

Schoolhouse Rock originally aired on the ABC Television Network from 1973 to 1985. This classic series of three-minute educational vignettes combined animation, hip music, and catchy lyrics to tackle lessons in American history, the rules of grammar, multiplication tables, science, government, and finance. Its toe-tapping lyrics entered a generation's lexicon and, four Emmy Awards later, its melodies are still a pop-culture frame of reference common to an astounding number of under-30 Americans (From ABC Classroom Connection--Summer 1995)

So here’s a little refresher course for y’all -- and it’s just for fun. No pop quiz at the end. Promise.

How a Bill Becomes a Law



Conjunction Junction



Lolly Lolly Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here



Interjections


Interplanet Janet



Time for Timer (not technically part of Schoolhouse Rock, but also ran around the same time period)


Three is a Magic Number

9.05.2008

A Word from Atop the Soapbox

The concept of religion and politics is on my mind a lot these days. Can't escape it -- it's everywhere. And intermingled. Uncomfortably so, at least from where I sit.

I've rewound and updated a piece I wrote on this very subject back in the winter. My position and feeling haven't changed, so why reinvent the wheel. Although I'm more passionate about where I stand than ever.

And ps: that's not being lazy -- I prefer to think I'm being pragmatic.

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“What’s that on your shirt?” the old friend of the family asked me as we made small-talk during halftime of the Florida/Auburn game in 1992 (which the Gators won, 24-9, by the way.)

“Excuse me?” I looked down to see if there was an errant smudge of ketchup from my hot dog or a dribble of soda dotting the landscape.

He pointed to a button I was wearing, smiling with a slight malicious glint. “That right there. It looks like a bird took a crap on your shoulder.”

“No, nothing wrong there, Mr. So-and-So. Everything looks nice and clean to me.”

The button in question:

He continued poking his Republican stick at me, despite the fact that the teams were running back onto the field.

“I didn’t think Baptists voted for Democrats. That doesn’t seem right.”

“Yes sir, we do. We vote for whoever we like. Making conscious decisions is a very Baptist thing to do.”

“But...”

Fortunately, before he could bait me any further, it was time for the third quarter to start. In our world, Gator football often supersedes anything else, including politics and religion. Or the uncomfortable intermingling of the two. Good thing too -- I was going to have to try to reconcile my innate instinct to be polite to one’s elders with my overwhelming need to speak my mind in the face of cloaked hostility.

Thank goodness we won that game. And the election. "We" being a relative term, natch.

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Fast forward ahead 16 years. It’s February 2008. I’m walking across the parking lot of the church I’ve attended since I was in the womb after going to my weekly interdenominational women’s bible study. (It’s a lovely coincidence that my church graciously hosts this wonderful activity.) I notice a couple of women looking at my car a little oddly. Flat tire? Big scratch on the side? A present left by a passing-by seagull?

Nope. They’re staring at my bumper sticker.



In a sea of cars with RUDY! and MITT!* adhered to chrome and windshields, my little oval declaration of devotion to Obama sticks out. Like a sore thumb.

*Update note: those stickers have been replaced with McCain/Palin stickers. And mine now says Obama/Biden. In case you were wondering...

Today, the Presidential election begins in earnest following the official declarations of the major party candidates. It's going to be a crazy eight weeks until election day, with passions running high and people expressing their viewpoints. That's a good thing -- it's better to be involved and invested in the process. And I'm a firm believer in the concept of "if you don't vote, you forfeit your right to bitch about the outcome."

But with the inclusion of a very conservative Christian female into the candidate mix, the lines between politics and religion will become even more blurry, I fear. Toss in that whole "gender solidarity" crap argument that will inevitably come my way once again and you've got a real savory -- and not necessarily in a good way -- mix.

I’m used to being the odd woman out in my groups of real-life friends and acquaintances when it comes to the intermingling of politics and religion. Not often you meet a white female liberal Democrat Baptist in the South. I’m the only one I know. Notice I didn’t say Southern Baptist -- even though my church fell into that category when I was growing up, we’ve totally moved out and away from that realm and fall on the much more moderate side of things. A main reason why I still attend there, actually.

While I take both my religion and my politics very, very seriously, I’m not crazy about mixing the two, however -- it’s like a bizzaro version of that old commercial for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (“You got chocolate in my peanut butter! You got peanut butter on my chocolate!”)

“You got your politics involved in my religion!”

“You got your religion involved in my politics!”

Neither option is nearly as tasty as that Reese’s cup. These days, anyway. But I’m very cognizant of the fact that religious activism played a huge part in the mobilization of such political movements as abolition and civil rights. And sincere religious rhetoric is an intrinsic component to many landmark American speeches -- both Dr. King and President Lincoln freely evoked their personal religious beliefs in their statements -- which we simply view now as a matter of course.

All that being said, there’s no way the two can completely be severed from one another -- it’s just not how our society works these days. But... our country was indeed founded on the separate principles of religious and political freedom...

History review time! (thanks, Wikipedia!)
The separation of church and state is a legal and political principle derived from the First Amendment to the United States Constitution, which reads, "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof . . ." The phrase "separation of church and state", which does not appear in the Constitution itself, is generally traced to an 1802 letter by Thomas Jefferson to the Danbury Baptists, where Jefferson spoke of the combined effect of the Establishment Clause and the Free Exercise Clause of the First Amendment. It has since been quoted in several opinions handed down by the United States Supreme Court.

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Maybe I’m more adamant about this than most because I am a lone little idealistic soul out in the world in which I travel -- the liberal apologist thinker in a tank of more moderate conservative voices. It’s a hard place to be sometimes -- right about the time of the ‘92 elections, I was the coordinator of the singles Sunday School group at church. And in our pre-packed lesson material one quarter was a session about abortion. You can imagine what position the materials advocated taking. Fortunately, the wonderful woman who was our class teacher had a problem with it as well -- even though I am sure we had differing opinions on the subject itself, we both agreed that Sunday School was not the best forum for such a topic and inevitable discussion, and so we opted to take a sidebar and talk about something else that day. Thank goodness.

There's also the issue of defining what is and isn't, in our human world, the will of God. Read an article this week about some comments Governor Palin made regarding God's will, the war in Iraq and a plan to build a $30 billion natural gas pipeline in her home state of Alaska.

OK then. Not my take on things. But whatever.

There's an example of the intermingling of politics and religion from the other side of the room: religion being interjected into politics. Still makes me uncomfortable. Again, maybe that's just me. And for the record, I'm uncomfortable when ANY politics intervenes in religion, my personal viewpoints included. Just so you know.

What’s interesting to me in this ideological give-and-take is the fact that conservative values often get classified as the singular religious values. Or the only family values. To me, they are different things. And now with the teen pregnancy situation the Palins are dealing with, the "family values" argument is taking on yet another hue. A very personal family matter is going to have to unfold in a spotlight, which is going to compound already difficult circumstances. (Here's hoping everyone involved can be left alone as much as possible.)

Lines have gotten blurred across the board. The conservative thinkers have bogarted the market on all things religious and family-oriented, when in fact, they’re not the only playahs in pews on Sunday morning or Saturday night or whenever. Not from where I sit, anyway (Four rows back from the platform on the right in the sanctuary. Yes, the right. I like the view lines from there. At least in church.) We may not be as vocal, but we're there.

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I saw a bumper sticker the other day on my way home from taking Will to school that gave me a laugh, a wave of hope and a feeling of solidarity. I'm not the only one who thinks this way. Hooray!

Yeah. I’m a member of the Religious Left. And proud of it. Nice to have a label -- even a loose one -- for where I hang in this crazy melange of people trying to do the business of life based on their personal moral compass. I’m in good company, too, per wikipedia: FDR. Jimmy Carter. Harry Truman. Al Gore. Reverend Martin Luther King, Jr. Stephen Colbert (cool!)

And Barack Obama.

In my ‘net hunt to discover more about what makes the Religious Left tick, I’ve read some really interesting things; seen the word “socialism” used more than once in context; and reaffirmed within myself the values I hold dear. Both religiously and politically.

So the next time I cause a spectacle in my church parking lot with my Obama/Biden sticker or when I speak out about my opposition to mandatory prayer in schools or voice my opinions (softly but intelligently) on the creationism versus evolution brouhaha, I will do so with a little more confidence. And passion. Not only because it’s what I believe in my heart is right, but because I know I’m not alone. Hallelujah. Amen.