Archive for September, 2009

Housesitting and Disorientation

I need some coffee. I have found a big bag of Sumatra beans, and a grinder. But I haven’t been able to find her coffee maker. I feel disoriented. It’s not so much that I need my stimulant; it’s a departure from my basic routine. I make coffee and drink a few cups before I wake up the kids. It’s what I do nearly every morning, and I am separated from it.

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Dinner with the RNC 8

Susan Gaertner and Bob Fletcher may have impressively waffled on terrorism enhancements, but we guarantee the RNC 8’s waffles will come out on top!

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Film Premiere: Minnesota’s National Parks Legacy

Be among the first to preview Twin Cities Public Television’s upcoming “Minnesota’s National Park Legacy,” a locally produced film about the legacy and national significance of Minnesota’s national parks scheduled for broadcast on October 4.

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Why Vaccinate? For the Fragile

Carrie, of course, is not otherwise healthy. She’s prone to seizures, one of the rare complications of pertussis. She also has that problem with swallowing.

Think back to the last time you had a bad coughing fit. It’s gross, but think about the saliva and the mucus. Think about the last time you threw up. Now imagine all that together, along with gasping for air–and not being able to swallow.

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The Day the Right Wing Lost Its Last Shred of Moral Standing

OK, have you stopped laughing? Have you stopped screaming? Have you cleared the tears from your eyes? Yes, it is true. This video scared the authorities into spending hundreds of thousands of dollars to carry out dozens of blatantly unconstitutional acts and hundreds of inappropriate activities. Thousands of law enforcement officials were involved. A pogrom was carried out. The Mayor of Saint Paul and the Chief of Police saw this video, shat in their pants, and the smell is still ripe.

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A Progressive Frustrated With Democrats

The current bill is loaded in favor of those who are footing the bill to fight it, and whether that is to make them look good by “giving in” to something they want when this is all over and done, I can’t say. I think it is something is guaranteed to fail in solving the coverage crisis. It’s time to start from scratch and make it simple.

This is what I wanted to tell Betty McCollum. I hoped that my number would be drawn, but considering the turnout and my own history with winning any sort of drawings, expected that reality would prevent me from having my say to the whole group.

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This isn’t what I voted for. I did not vote for a man who allows his administration to solicit opportunities to water down the initiatives he promised. I did not vote for a man who reaches across the aisle to find a place to sit. I did not vote for a few more years. I did not vote for “Well, we could.”

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If You Get Sick, It’s Your Own Fault

I’m tired of having to shoot people I’m trying to help.

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My Life as a Thief

We’re trying to tell them they are placing false trust in large corporations whose purpose is more to make money than cover their customers’ needs. But they like their American Way. Anyone who seeks to change that with a public option, or the now “off the table” single payer plan is a thief trying to steal their money. My life as a thief consists of asking them why they are so willing to entrust their health and financial future with companies that are charging full price for premiums, but providing discount service in exchange.

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Two Towers, Part II

My first indication that this lovely theory was just so much wishful thinking came when she was two, and we were on a field trip to the state capitol building. We were climbing this beautiful marble staircase, which had a lovely marble railing supported by marble columns with–oh-oh–spaces in between where a child could look out and down and see just how much farther away the floor was getting with each step. Her steps slowed, then stopped. I tried the ignore-it bit, urging her to come along like she was just an ordinary dawdling child. We did finally get her to the top of the staircase by switching her over to the center railing where the view was mostly other steps and people’s legs. We took the elevator back down.

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