Monday, February 6, 2017

My second-grader knows more history than the president.

We've been playing "Timeline." And she's reading this book right now with surprising avidity.* So I think she's way ahead of the game.

*Skipper really dives into some surprising books, and then offhandedly rejects all sorts of books I expected her to enjoy. .

Sunday, January 29, 2017

This is also a good book.

Another Day in the Death of America, by Gary Younge.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

I don't live in a hellscape.

I'm just saying.I'm not sure when Donald Trump last saw a place that wasn't a rally, the inside of his living quarters/"work" cave, the inside of a limo or fancy plane, or otherwise buffered from normal life. I don't think that Donald Trump has any notion at all about what my daily life is like.*  Well, I don't think he has any notion at all about what anybody's daily life is like, but I feel especially irked by the way he talks about cities. Cities are awesome. Cities are going to be what saves us.

*This is what my daily life is like (after, of course, I rescue my children from the terrible money-wasting public schools, navigate the American carnage and the burning and whatnot, and get home):

Saturday, January 21, 2017

We marched.

Sort of. Actually, we stood in the rain for an hour because there were so many people there that we couldn't move,* and when we were finally able to move and get out of the march, we went off and found a coffee shop and had cocoa with whipped cream (and went to the bathroom) and then came back to march for a few blocks** before tackling the interminable transit ride home. So it was a bit anticlimactic, and we didn't exactly march the way I expected to, but it was really cool to see SO many people, including a lot of children, out there in the pouring rain. We were, apparently, among 50,000 to 100,000 people there.

*Skipper looked up at me, dripping wet, teeth chattering, and said calmly "Mom, am I going to die here?" - I'm pretty sure she meant that she thought we were going to stand there for decades, but I was starting to wonder if we might get crushed to death myself.

**"Mom, what's a pussy?" asked Skipper.

Just a note

I was looking at the coverage of the marches today, and I got curious and went to the Fox News home page:

At first I thought it said nothing about the marches, and then I saw the little item on the bottom lefthand corner.

Here's the NY Times:

No wonder it feels like we're living in different worlds, when your standard media coverage (not EVEN your facebook feed) looks so different.

Anyway, Skipper and I are off to the Portland march. Don't look for us in the Fox news coverage; we won't be there.

Friday, January 20, 2017


I have a lot of thoughts today, like most everybody who thinks about politics at all. I'm home sick today (actually sick, not just hiding from the expected violent protests downtown that are very likely to disrupt my transit commute), and hate-reading coverage of the inauguration.

I glimpsed the headline of an article I read a few days ago - Republican Men Say It's a Better Time to Be a Woman Than a Man. My initial reaction, of course, was an immediate gut response of FUCK YOU, REPUBLICAN MEN!! Ugh. I think it's just another illustration of the kind of feelings that got Trump elected in the first place, the I-think-other-people-are-getting-my-privilege feeling, the systems-are-great-until-other-people-get-to-benefit-from-them feeling.

I'm finding myself becoming more and more liberal in MY feelings, so you can thank Donald Trump for my evolving understanding of privilege, racism, and the future, which is more or less encapsulated by "Hm, the idea of reparations is really starting to make a lot of sense to me."

Also, on another rambling note, Cook and I were talking about Clinton's campaign the other day, and I said, as I have before, that I believe that the role of misogyny in her loss is much more significant than the coverage and the conversation around it indicates, and I said "I don't think we're going to have a woman president for a long time" and I started to cry. To CRY. I didn't know how much that bothers me until that moment.

And, for my last rambling note, here are some pieces of media that I have found interesting, useful, or comforting lately:
A message to my doomed colleagues in the American media
The Psychological Research That Helps Explain the Election
Busted: America's Poverty Myths
Cities in the Age of Trump
This Machine Kills Fascism
Planet Money episode 748
Every Way Jezebel Described Donald Trump During the Presidential Election
Most episodes of The Weeds if their voices don't make you crazy
The Onion's version of Joe Biden and the Biden/Obama memes
What Americans Wrote to Obama
Slate's Trumpcast: The End of American Leadership (and actually, all the Trumpcast episodes, even if all you listen to is the Reading of The Tweets).

Monday, January 16, 2017

Tomorrow is another snow day.

Today the girls and I walked a few miles to run errands. The sidewalks, most of which are not shoveled (probably because of relationship-ending shovel-related arguments) and roads, none of which are plowed (I think because we don't have many plows in Portland, though I'm not ruling out the effect of paralyzing methodological arguments between plow operators), are covered in several inches of very hard packed-down-snow-now-converted-to-ice-after-six-days-of-compression. We all slipped several times, and Skipper fell down once.

The morning is expected to bring a lot freezing rain, and school is cancelled. Work is cancelled. This brings us to a total of three weather-related-cancellation days off work this winter, and NINE days off school. NINE.

In the good news, Skipper had a friend over today, and they played in the snow like normal healthy children,* making the most of it before it gets all freezy and melty. In the bad news, I have to go put everything absorbent in the basement up on a shelf, in anticipation of the basement getting all melty and floody.

*My strange cave children do not play in the snow unless inspired by friends. I should probably try recruiting Skipper some physically-active friends now because I suspect her adolescence will otherwise be spent in our basement in the dark.