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Friday, August 29, 2008

One Hell of a Home Run

America's futureLast night, Barack Obama gave the best damn speech he could've given. For all of those folks who constantly claim (falsely) that Obama never gives specifics, he gave them again. Obama is a talented leader who cannot be knocked down. And he's one of us.

The specifics:
Let me spell out exactly what that change would mean if I am president.

Change means a tax code that doesn’t reward the lobbyists who wrote it, but the American workers and small businesses who deserve it.

Unlike John McCain, I will stop giving tax breaks to corporations that ship jobs overseas, and I will start giving them to companies that create good jobs right here in America.

I will eliminate capital gains taxes for the small businesses and the start-ups that will create the high-wage, high-tech jobs of tomorrow.

I will cut taxes—cut taxes—for 95% of all working families. Because in an economy like this, the last thing we should do is raise taxes on the middle class.

And for the sake of our economy, our security, and the future of our planet, I will set a clear goal as president: in ten years, we will finally end our dependence on oil from the Middle East.

Washington’s been talking about our oil addiction for the last thirty years, and John McCain has been there for twenty-six of them. In that time, he’s said no to higher fuel-efficiency standards for cars, no to investments in renewable energy, no to renewable fuels. And today, we import triple the amount of oil as the day that Senator McCain took office.

Now is the time to end this addiction, and to understand that drilling is a stop-gap measure, not a long-term solution. Not even close.

As president, I will tap our natural gas reserves, invest in clean coal technology, and find ways to safely harness nuclear power. I’ll help our auto companies retool, so that the fuel-efficient cars of the future are built right here in America. I'll make it easier for the American people to afford these new cars. And I'll invest 150 billion dollars over the next decade in affordable, renewable sources of energy—wind power and solar power and the next generation of biofuels; an investment that will lead to new industries and five million new jobs that pay well and can't ever be outsourced.

America, now is not the time for small plans.

Now is the time to finally meet our moral obligation to provide every child a world-class education, because it will take nothing less to compete in the global economy. Michelle and I are only here tonight because we were given a chance at an education. And I will not settle for an America where some kids don’t have that chance. I’ll invest in early childhood education. I'll recruit an army of new teachers, and pay them higher salaries and give them more support. And in exchange, I'll ask for higher standards and more accountability. And we will keep our promise to every young American—if you commit to serving your community or your country, we will make sure you can afford a college education.

Now is the time to finally keep the promise of affordable, accessible health care for every single American. If you have health care, my plan will lower your premiums. If you don't, you’ll be able to get the same kind of coverage that members of Congress give themselves. And as someone who watched my mother argue with insurance companies while she lay in bed dying of cancer, I will make certain those companies stop discriminating against those who are sick and need care the most.

Now is the time to help families with paid sick days and better family leave, because nobody in America should have to choose between keeping their jobs and caring for a sick child or ailing parent.

Now is the time to change our bankruptcy laws, so that your pensions are protected ahead of CEO bonuses, and the time to protect Social Security for future generations.

And now is the time to keep the promise of equal pay for an equal day's work, because I want my daughters to have exactly the same opportunities as your sons.

Now, many of these plans will cost money, which is why I've laid out how I'll pay for every dime—by closing corporate loopholes and tax havens that don't help America grow. But I will also go through the federal budget, line by line, eliminating programs that no longer work and making the ones we do need work better and cost less—because we cannot meet twenty-first-century challenges with a twentieth-century bureaucracy.

And Democrats, we must also admit that fulfilling America's promise will require more than just money. It will require a renewed sense of responsibility from each of us to recover what John F. Kennedy called our "intellectual and moral strength." Yes, government must lead on energy independence, but each of us must do our part to make our homes and businesses more efficient. Yes, we must provide more ladders to success for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that programs alone can't replace parents; that government can't turn off the television and make a child do her homework; that fathers must take more responsibility for providing the love and guidance their children need.

Individual responsibility and mutual responsibility—that's the essence of America's promise.

And just as we keep our keep our promise to the next generation here at home, so must we keep America’s promise abroad. If John McCain wants to have a debate about who has the temperament, and judgment, to serve as the next commander in chief, that's a debate I'm ready to have.

For while Senator McCain was turning his sights to Iraq just days after 9/11, I stood up and opposed this war, knowing that it would distract us from the real threats we face. When John McCain said we could just "muddle through" in Afghanistan, I argued for more resources and more troops to finish the fight against the terrorists who actually attacked us on 9/11, and made clear that we must take out Osama bin Laden and his lieutenants if we have them in our sights. John McCain likes to say that he'll follow bin Laden to the gates of hell—but he won't even go to the cave where he lives.

And today, as my call for a time frame to remove our troops from Iraq has been echoed by the Iraqi government and even the Bush administration, even after we learned that Iraq has a $79 billion surplus while we're wallowing in deficits, John McCain stands alone in his stubborn refusal to end a misguided war.

That's not the judgment we need. That won't keep America safe. We need a president who can face the threats of the future, not keep grasping at the ideas of the past.

You don't defeat a terrorist network that operates in eighty countries by occupying Iraq. You don't protect Israel and deter Iran just by talking tough in Washington. You can't truly stand up for Georgia when you've strained our oldest alliances. If John McCain wants to follow George Bush with more tough talk and bad strategy, that is his choice—but it is not the change we need.

We are the party of Roosevelt. We are the party of Kennedy. So don't tell me that Democrats won't defend this country. Don't tell me that Democrats won't keep us safe. The Bush–McCain foreign policy has squandered the legacy that generations of Americans—Democrats and Republicans—have built, and we are here to restore that legacy.

As commander in chief, I will never hesitate to defend this nation, but I will only send our troops into harm’s way with a clear mission and a sacred commitment to give them the equipment they need in battle and the care and benefits they deserve when they come home.

I will end this war in Iraq responsibly, and finish the fight against al Qaeda and the Taliban in Afghanistan. I will rebuild our military to meet future conflicts. But I will also renew the tough, direct diplomacy that can prevent Iran from obtaining nuclear weapons and curb Russian aggression. I will build new partnerships to defeat the threats of the twenty-first century: terrorism and nuclear proliferation, poverty and genocide, climate change and disease. And I will restore our moral standing, so that America is once again that last, best hope for all who are called to the cause of freedom, who long for lives of peace, and who yearn for a better future. ...

We may not agree on abortion, but surely we can agree on reducing the number of unwanted pregnancies in this country. The reality of gun ownership may be different for hunters in rural Ohio than for those plagued by gang-violence in Cleveland, but don't tell me we can’t uphold the Second Amendment while keeping AK-47s out of the hands of criminals. I know there are differences on same-sex marriage, but surely we can agree that our gay and lesbian brothers and sisters deserve to visit the person they love in the hospital and to live lives free of discrimination. Passions fly on immigration, but I don't know anyone who benefits when a mother is separated from her infant child or an employer undercuts American wages by hiring illegal workers. This too is part of America's promise—the promise of a democracy where we can find the strength and grace to bridge divides and unite in common effort.

Yes, he can.



Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Only 88 Years

Hey, all of you American women watching the Democratic National Convention! Do you realize that we've had the right to vote for only 88 years? Today is our anniversary. We gained the right to vote 88 years ago today.

We've only just begun to show 'em what we can do. After Barack Obama has had 8 years to start turning this country around, we'll elect a fantastic woman for president, someone with higher ideals, fewer corporate ties, and much less Machiavellian than Hillary Clinton.





Monday, August 25, 2008

You're Never Too Old ...

Your account has been disabledYou're never too old to do something stupid.

I had recently set up a profile on Facebook. I've become addicted to playing the word games Scramble and WordScraper with my friends there. No, that's not the stupid part.

I pride myself on knowing better than to succumb to phishing e-mails or spam of any kind. I never, ever click on links in e-mails from people and organizations I don't know, and I use my antivirus scanning software on all attachments that I even think I might want to open. But we all know where pride goeth ...

This morning, before I'd had any caffeine (tea), I stupidly clicked on the link to a video in an e-mail purporting to be from a good cyberfriend and sent through the Facebook interface. It made sense to get such a message from her because she does sometimes send me links to funny and legitimate videos. And then the spam hit the fan, and Facebook disabled my profile. I'd fallen victim to a Facebook worm, which sent out spam to everyone on my friend list at Facebook.

I've written Facebook a polite message explaining the situation, noting that I've eradicated the worm by using Spybot Search & Destroy, and requesting that my profile be reinstated; I'm still waiting to hear back. I'm hoping that they'll find, in their files, my recent complaint about another Facebook profile illegally using my copyrighted artwork (a case that was satisfactorily resolved) and will think, Oh, well, no one complaining about copyright violation would go around spamming people on purpose. But that's just hope at the moment.


Updated 12:14 p.m., 8/26/08: I'm back on Facebook. Yay!



Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Freudian Prick ... Er ... Slip?

Oh, I love starting the workday out with a good typo-induced laugh.

In this Associated Press story (or here), scroll about halfway down and read the sentence with the appositive about Senator Joe Lieberman. Do you think that the reporter made a Freudian slip?


Hat tip to Words at Work



Saturday, August 16, 2008

A Guide on the AD/HD Roller Coaster

Got a partner with attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (AD/HD) or think that your partner might have it? Then get yourself over to these two new blogs: ADHD Roller Coaster and The ADHD Partner Survey: Charting the ADHD Roller Coaster's Thrills and Spills.

They're by Gina Pera, journalist and author of the new book Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.? I find Gina's approach in the book and on her new blogs exciting: Yes, having a partner with AD/HD can drive you batty sometimes, but it's not all gloom and doom; things can get better. That's been my experience with my husband, Ed. Ed's 47 and I'm 49. We've been married for 15 years now, and his AD/HD was diagnosed when he was 39 or 40—yes, things were so crazy for a while that we can't remember the diagnosis year for sure!—but we've settled down and know how to cope with AD/HD. We're even still very much in love with each other. ;-)

Watch Gina's blogs. I'm betting, because I've started reading her book, that on her blogs she'll provide us with the same understanding, encouragement, and common sense that can be found in the book. And that's just what couples with AD/HD in the house need.

P.S. Subscribe to Attention magazine, produced by the advocacy organization CHADD (Children and Adults with Attention Deficit/hyperactivity Disorder). Try to get the August issue, because you'll want to read the first in a series of articles by Gina about people who have AD/HD but insist that they don't. The article in the August issue is entitled "The Biology of Denial: Not Unwilling to See—Just Unable." Here's the August issue's table of contents.



Friday, August 15, 2008

How Publishing Doesn't Work

Bwahahaha! Here's a common fantasy of how publishing works:




Thursday, August 14, 2008

Self-Employed? How to Avoid Overwork

An editor colleague of mine posted to an editing-related e-mail list that we both subscribe to, asking how to avoid overwork and burnout. My advice for her, which I'm sharing with you now, consisted of steps to take in both the work and personal arenas.

Like my colleague, I'm in the overload zone right now, through no fault of my own. An earlier project, a multiauthor monograph, didn't end when it was supposed to have done so; new article manuscripts from procrastinating authors are still coming in while I've already begun work for a new-to-me client on a single-author textbook with very tight weekly manuscript batch deadlines.

Work overload can damage your health and peace of mind, and that's what you need to pay the most attention to. After all, if you're not healthy or are burned out—or both—you won't be able to do your best work ... or any work, eventually.

In Your Work Life
You need to do two things regarding work:

  1. Continually market your services, even when you have plenty of work, so that you don't end up with the dry spells that you have had and rightly fear. Do a little bit of marketing—from brainstorming about how to reach new clients to actually reaching out to them—every single workday.
  2. Learn to say no when you have to.

    Contrary to the conventional wisdom among editorial freelancers that you should never turn away a client because you are too busy, or that client will never come back, turning away work (or postponing it or referring it to a colleague) can make you more attractive to clients. After all, if you're in that much demand, they'll reason, you must be good! I know that things have worked this way for me, and I know a couple of other colleagues for whom they work the same way.

    When you have to tell a client that your time is booked (which I'll have to tell my other clients shortly, because my time is tentatively booked through late November for upcoming book projects), thank them for once again having sought out your services, see if there's a way to postpone the work or refer it to another colleague, and make sure to get back in touch with them again soon so that they don't think that you've forgotten them. Doing this has ensured that clients I've had to turn away do come back to me. In fact, the new-to-me client whose textbook I'm working on right now first approached me a few years ago. Several times, we tried to line up a project, but either their schedule or mine couldn't accommodate a joint venture. I kept in contact and so did they, and now here we are, working together happily at last.

    Don't be afraid of making referrals, either; when I've done this for clients, it's only increased my value in their eyes, because they see me as an experienced freelancer with good connections, someone with whom they should keep in contact to get the help they need and someone who cares about their business needs.

I've been following these two policies for years now, and it's been years since I've had a dry spell ... and the United States is even in a economic recession at the moment.

In Your Personal Life
You need to do two things regarding your personal life:

  1. Streamline, because not everything has to be done to the nth degree.


My husband and I use a grocery-delivery service because we don't have time to physically go up and down the grocery aisles once a week to collect food for four people. Clicking buttons beside products on a computer screen is much faster! Plus, we can add items to our online shopping list as we notice that they're running low, so grocery-shopping night online doesn't entail doing all of the shopping in one sitting—just finishing up what was already started earlier in the week.

My self-employed spouse and I juggle various tasks that keep the household running. But we've loosened our definition of the phrase clean house.

We shop online for office supplies and lots of personal supplies because we don't have time to go running around to stores—plus, it saves on gasoline. I find that having more time to work, when there are time crunches, and more time to relax is worth paying shipping or delivery charges.


  • Delegate, because you alone can't do everything.



  • My mother-in-law (in-laws live in our house) runs to the bank to make deposits for us; makes mini runs to the store for soy milk, bread, etc., on our behalf; and sometimes takes our sons on outings in the summer.

    Our children help with chores around the house—doing laundry, cleaning dishes, sweeping floors, taking out the garbage.
    If you're single and don't have a roommate or don't have relatives nearby, you probably have friends with whom you can trade off tasks. Set up a safety net of friends. It'll help you and it'll help them.

    Wednesday, August 13, 2008

    An Olympian I Can Cheer For

    Swimmer Michael Phelps; photo by Timothy Clary/AFP/Getty imagesI haven't been watching the Olympics on TV or reading online coverage of them because I'm unhappy about China's records on human rights and pollution. (As if the U.S. has done loads better in those two arenas!) And like some of you, I'm not fond of all of the American TV networks' penchant for doing all of those life stories on the athletes.

    But a sports story about American swimmer Michael Phelps and all of his gold medals did catch my attention, because Michael has attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (AD/HD), which my husband, two sons, and both in-laws have. Around our house, we're always looking for success stories about people with AD/HD, especially to show our sons that even with a neurobehavioral disorder, people can do well with their talents and a lot of determination.

    Then I was sent a link to this feature story in ADDitude Magazine on Michael, a story that I can cheer about:
    No doubt about it, Michael Phelps has made waves in his chosen sport. In 2004, at the age of 18, he swam his way to eight medals (six of them gold) at the summer Olympics in Athens. Now 21, he holds 13 world records, including the 200-meter butterfly and the 4 x 100-meter freestyle relay.

    Yet Michael might not have loved swimming at all, were it not for the ingenuity of his mother, Debbie Phelps. "At age seven, he hated getting his face wet," says Debbie. "We flipped him over and taught him the backstroke."

    Michael showed swimming prowess on his back, then on his front, side, and every way in between. But in the classroom, he floundered. An inability to concentrate was his biggest problem.

    "I was told by one of his teachers that he couldn’t focus on anything," says Debbie. She consulted a doctor, and nine-year-old Michael was diagnosed with ADHD.

    "That just hit my heart," says Debbie. "It made me want to prove everyone wrong. I knew that, if I collaborated with Michael, he could achieve anything he set his mind to."
    Be sure to go read the rest of Michael's story.

    Page 1 of the article is about Ty Pennington, star of the TV series Extreme Makeover: Home Edition and another AD/HD hero around here. As wild and crazy as Ty can be on the show, that's with medication to help focus him. ;-) The severity of his AD/HD reminds me of my older son's. Page 3 is about Danielle Fisher, the youngest person to have scaled 7 of the world's highest mountains.

    These three people are successes because they got a diagnosis, got assistance, and have families who stand behind them. It just goes to show that personal success is all about ADDitude!



    Tuesday, August 12, 2008

    A Day in the Life of a Freelancer

    I bring to you an "ick" moment in the life of a freelance copyeditor:

    I got up from my desk to get something. I happened to glance at the floor, and I spotted a plop of something there. If I hadn't immediately recalled that my teenage son had recently walked through the area while eating peanut butter and that he tends not to notice the messes that he leaves behind, I'd have been grossed out at the thought that maybe our cat had developed diarrhea and had not had the time to make it to the litter box.

    Things like that don't happen so much in employers' offices. Don't you wish you were self-employed too? ;-)




    Wednesday, August 06, 2008

    Happy Birthday to Me!

    I'm 49 and I'm feelin' fine. :-))



    Monday, August 04, 2008

    Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.?

    Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.?Holy distraction antidote, am I ever pumped! I just received an advance copy of what looks to be a great new book, Is It You, Me, or Adult A.D.D.? Stopping the Roller Coaster When Someone You Love Has Attention Deficit Disorder, by Gina Pera (publisher: 1201 Alarm Press).

    Gina and I corresponded by e-mail a few months ago, and she told me about her soon-to-be-published book (it's coming out August 31). Like me, she is the partner of a wonderful, brilliant, good man who has attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (AD/HD). I've been living the roller coaster for 15 happy but crazy and sometimes extremely frustrating years, especially because like my husband (Ed), our two sons, ages 6 and 13, also have AD/HD, and so do my in-laws, who live in the downstairs apartment within our home. Ed and the boys all take medication for the disorder and we all work on behavioral modification for all of them. My father-in-law takes an antidepressant that helps a bit with his AD/HD, but he refuses to take any of the first-line AD/HD meds, some of which he can't take because of his high blood pressure (treated by other medication). My mother-in-law's AD/HD is undiagnosed, but it's obvious that she has it. Also, I take an antidepressant, partly because I'm apparently genetically prone to depression but also because of situational depression caused by being the sole occupant of the House of AD/HD who doesn't have the disorder.

    I'm so excited about Gina's book because there is very little out there for non-AD/HD partners of people with AD/HD about coping with these intimate relationships. After all, it has been only a decade or so that the medical literature has admitted that if children have AD/HD, they usually don't outgrow it. That means that there are loads of adults who feel like square pegs forced into round holes—who have undiagnosed AD/HD that affects every aspect of their lives, including long-term intimate relationships. For years, even therapists didn't know how to deal with couples in which one or both partners had AD/HD, because they didn't know that adults could have AD/HD ... and so they often gave counterproductive relationship advice to these couples, including Ed and me.

    My wonderful Ed and I have, over the years, cobbled together our own way of dealing with the effects of the neurobehavioral disorder, but now, it will be great to see what Gina's "support group in a book," as it is billed, has to say. Finally, someone else who has lived my life and knows that I'm not insane or evil for both loving my husband yet simultaneously feeling sometimes as if he's intentionally trying to drive me bats! That's a comfort, because I'm totally open about AD/HD and its effects on my marriage and family life—with Ed's full permission—in an effort to inform people about AD/HD and make it real to them, yet some real-life listeners and some readers here have felt uncomfortable. They don't understand because they haven't been where I've been. They don't know how to separate the disorder from the person who has it, so they've sometimes mistaken my complaints about AD/HD behaviors for complaints about Ed. Nyah, nyah! I haven't been making up the stories I've been telling for years! Told ya so! Told ya so!

    You can bet that I'll be diving into Gina's book immediately so that I can review it here. Meanwhile, in just skimming, I see enough good things about it to tell all of you non-AD/HD partners of people with AD/HD to run—yes, run—to the bookstore or your computer to order a copy of the book. Here's an excerpt from the table of contents:

    • Financial Loop-the-Loops: "It's Only Money, Honey!"


    • Peaks and Valleys: ADHD in the Bedroom


    • Strategies for Right Now


    • Psychological Denial: The FEAR Factor


    • New Ways to Broach "The Conversation"


    • Why the Wrong Therapy Is Worse Than No Therapy [a hot spot for Ed and me]


    • Therapy That Works for ADHD


    • Making Connections Between Brain and Behavior


    • Rx: Treatment Results That Last


    • In Their Own Words: Three Views from Decades on the ADHD Roller Coaster


    Friday, August 01, 2008

    Friday Funnies

    This is how an STM (scientific, technical, medical) editor might approach the Declaration of Independence as a manuscript:

    July 10, 1776

    Mr. Thomas Jefferson
    c/o The Continental Congress
    Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

    Dear Mr. Jefferson:

    We have read your "Declaration of Independence" with great interest. Certainly, it represents a considerable undertaking, and many of your statements do merit serious consideration. Unfortunately, the Declaration as a whole fails to meet recently adopted specifications for proposals to the Crown, so we must return the document to you for further refinement. The questions which follow might assist you in your process of revision:

    1. In your opening paragraph you use the phrase "the Laws of Nature and Nature's God." What are these laws? In what way are they the criteria on which you base your central arguments? Please document with citations from the recent literature.


    2. In the same paragraph you refer to the "opinions of mankind." Whose polling data are you using? Without specific evidence, it seems to us the "opinions of mankind" are a matter of opinion.


    3. You hold certain truths to be "self-evident." Could you please elaborate. If they are as evident as you claim then it should not be difficult for you to locate the appropriate supporting statistics.

    Read the rest here.



    Tuesday, July 29, 2008

    Your Job Is So Easy, Anyone Can Do It

    Don't you just hate it when people with no clue about your profession think that the work you do is so easy that anyone can do it without much training at all?

    That scenario is why my cabinetmaker husband and I added this special page to his business web site late last night. It seems that lots of weekend warriors think that they or a handy-type person they know can whip out an intricate custom cabinet in no time at all, so Ed should charge Home Depot's mass-production prices (before markup) or even less for his work ... because they think that he, as a solo cabinetmaker, has less overhead than a furniture factory does. Not gonna happen!

    When I encounter civilians who think that they can just jump right into copyediting—or newbie writers who think that now that they've written down their life story, I should be able to edit it for about the cost of one week's worth of groceries for a family of four—I send them to this page and ask them to read carefully the information accessed through all of the links found there concerning various types of editing. Then I then send them to this page.

    Nearly all of these folks then vanish. The ones who don't are possibly ready to study to be copyeditors or to pay realistic fees for having their manuscripts edited.



    Monday, July 28, 2008

    A New Bedtime Story

    Goodnight Bush: A ParodyRemember Goodnight Moon, that classic children's bedtime story? (It's more than 60 years old!) There's a new version out that politically oriented parents might want to read to their children: Goodnight Bush: A Parody.

    Too bad the publisher hasn't let Amazon.com show any of the inside of the book. I'd love to read even just a page or two of it.

    Publishers Weekly has an interview with one of authors of the parody, Gan Golan:
    While the Bush administration is ending in an official sense, I think it’s left a deeply injurious effect on the country and also upon us as individuals. And as much as we’re looking forward to change, we’ve been left with a lot of unprocessed feelings of trauma. We liken it to the fact that we’ve finally gotten out of this eight-year abusive relationship but now we all need therapy to process what the hell happened—and just as importantly how we allowed it to happen to us. So I think the book allows people to retrace our steps through that very difficult history and come out with a greater sense of the whole, some perspective. Basically if there was a support group called Adult Survivors of the Bush Administration this would be required reading.
    Now, that's a great reason to buy a book, if ever I've heard one!



    Tuesday, July 22, 2008

    Voted Off Font Island

    Admit it—you have your favorite fonts. You love your fonts so much that you can see their individual personalities just oozing from their ascenders and descenders. If I've just described you, this video's for you.



    Webmastering Makes My Brain Hurt

    Ahhhh. That's a sigh of relief that I will no longer go to sleep dreaming web-site-building dreams each night.

    Why? Because—yay!—I've finished my cabinetmaker spouse's web site:

    Master Cabinetworks, Inc.


    I can't take credit for the site's lovely design and architecture; that was done by a professional, the same one who revamped my business site a few years ago and who writes her own code and enjoys "every exasperating step of the way." But I wrote the code for the six newest project subpages (by copying and pasting other subpages' code and editing it), and I wrote all of the text for every page and subpage on the site. I even created a "404 page not found" page for when errors happen. And I've registered the site with Google, Yahoo, and DMOZ so that search engines can index the site's pages.

    Ye can teach an editor new tricks, such as XHTML and CSS. But och, me brain aches. Maybe those are just growing pains.



    Friday, July 18, 2008

    Who Is That Woman Posting on This Blog?

    Why yes, I am still alive, and no, I have not given up blogging. Thanks for asking.

    I've just been working a lot. And here's a sneak peek at what I've been working on getting ready for prime time—the spouse's business web site:

    Projects page of web site for Master Cabinetworks, Inc.

    That's my favorite page of the site, the Projects page. Here's the temporary home page. The full site isn't ready to go live yet, so it's all hiding behind this page. But I'm hoping to be ready to take it live within about a week. All (!) that's left to do is sit down with the spouster and write descriptions for the first 6 projects on the Projects page, each of which entails 5 to 11 separate pages. That's not as much writing as it sounds like, because each page gets only 1 to 3 sentences apiece; the photos are the real stars of the pages, not the words.

    I don't want you all to think that I created the lovely look of the site. No, a web site designer did that. But she and I disagreeably parted ways in a mutual decision after she got the basic structure set up, so I'm finishing up. (Lesson learned: Some friends should never become people you do business with.) I'm comfortable working around HTML, but I've been learning how to work around XHTML and CSS with this site. It's mentally exhausting but exhilarating too, because I'm gaining new skills.

    Editing work has gone back to a normal level, instead of the insane level it was at for a while. Ed and the boys and our daughter and son-in-law and Ed's parents are all fine. And we get to babysit our 1-year-old granddaughter both days this weekend while her mom works and her dad works security at a wrestling match.

    And I'm prepping to take the BELS exam in early October, to become board certified as an editor in the life sciences. I'm one of those dinosaur medical editors who learned her trade on the job rather than through having an advanced science degree (my degree is a bachelor of arts degree in journalism), so now that I'm just about a year away from 50, it's about darn time I get some fancy initials after my name to show that I do indeed know what I'm doing. (Forty-nine next month—how the heck did that sneak up on me?)



    Thursday, July 10, 2008

    Cabinetmaker News

    The first ever Master Cabinetworks vanIt's summertime, the boys are home from school, work keeps on coming in, and I've been lazy about posting here lately. But here's some fun news:

    Ed and I ordered magnetic signs for the sides of our personal minivan, which he uses for work when he heads out to install cabinetry that he's created for clients. The signs arrived from the manufacturer yesterday afternoon, so today was his first chance to drive around in the first ever Master Cabinetworks van. (Yes, that's the prow of our boat that you see on the right side of the photo.) Because he just started up his company last fall, we don't have the funds yet to buy a company-dedicated work van with a custom paint job that includes his company's logo, so the magnetic signs will have to do for now. But it's a happy start.



    Thursday, July 03, 2008

    I Will Always Love You

    Fifteen years ago todayFifteen years ago today, I married my best friend and lover.

    Ed, you still make me feel weak in the knees, you still exasperate me, you still make me laugh. I am honored that you share yourself with me. That puppy-dog look you give me when I'm angry with you never ceases to get to me, and I will always happily roll my eyes at your corny puns.

    Thank you for loving me as I am.



    Tuesday, July 01, 2008

    Sweet Dreams, Snuggles (1992–2008)

    photo: Snuggles
    Snuggles O'Moore-Klopf, aka Snugs and Puma, had just barely turned 16, and then she went off by herself and died.

    Snugs, a patchwork American Shorthair kitty, was Ed's and my first furry child together. She had been our cat as long as Ed and I have been together thus far; April 2008 marked 16 years that we've been together, and July 3 will mark our fifteenth wedding anniversary.

    We had her out of wedlock, bringing her to live with us when we were engaged and happily living in sin. She had an excellent academic pedigree, having been born in the dormitories of the Brooklyn campus of Pratt Institute, which has produced many wonderful photographers, graphic designers, and clothing designers, including, years and years ago, Ed's mother, D., who was a designer of children's clothing in Manhattan back when the majority of American women did not have careers.

    Our favorite early memory of her was as a kitten. She loved to attack the fishing-pole-type cat toy that was suction-cupped to our refrigerator door. She'd play so hard with the toy that she'd fall asleep on her back in front of the frig, toy and string in her mouth and cute little kitty belly rising and falling adorably with each breath. In those early years, she had a tendency to nibble on my hair when she was very happy because she was being petted a great deal. When she was still new to us, our bed was a low-to-the-floor futon. My hair, a little shorter than shoulder length, sometimes hung off the end of the futon, and Snugs would wake me up by chewing on my hair.

    She moved with us into our first home and learned to deal with there being a dog in the house, because we bought Ed's parents' home from them, and then made an apartment within the home for them to live in, with their dog, while we lived in the main part of the house upstairs. We're still there. Over the years, she dealt with a change of in-laws' dogs (the first one, and then a second, died), the death of two of their cats, the addition of their Maine Coon cat, the moving in and out of my daughter from my first marriage, the birth of Ed's and my two sons, our loss of one pregnancy, the birth of our first grandchild, and the addition of Emily, another American Shorthair, to our household.

    First, she was nanny cat to Becky, my daughter, always snuggling up to Becky, who named her, sight unseen, before we brought Snugs home to live with us. Snugs would get so happy that Becky was petting her that she'd drool and get a goofy, sweet look on her face. Then, when Becky was almost 12, our son Neil was born. As Becky grew up and spent less and less time with us, Snugs appointed herself Neil's nanny cat. When my in-laws would follow toddler Neil on the street in front of our home as he learned to ride his tricycle, Snugs would follow them, not sure that these grownups knew which home to take him back to at the end of the journey. Later, when Neil was a preschooler, I'd take him to our neighbors' home a few days a week so that he could play with the children whom the wife baby-sat while I worked. (I started freelancing full time at home when Neil was 2 weeks old.) Often, Snugs would follow me to the neighbors' home and even try to follow me inside as I was dropping Neil off; she seemed to think that maybe she'd better go along and try to rescue him and bring him back home, where she thought he should stay. As Neil headed toward adolescence, she'd sleep in his bed with him at night, and he'd confide in her when he thought that the rest of us weren't listening to him as well as he wanted us to. When Neil was 6, Jared was born, and Snugs had another child to be a nanny to. She'd follow Jared around and make sure that he was being taken care of. Once, when he was lying down asleep as a baby, neither Ed nor I picked him up quickly enough, in Snugs's estimation, so she came and nipped at our ankles. She must have thought we weren't the swiftest of human parents. Anytime any of our children cried, as small children or large, she'd run in to let us know and stare at us to make us do something to fix our human kittens.

    She was nicknamed Puma by my mother-in-law because she was a fierce warrior-nanny, very outspoken in caring for our children, and because—and this part, I don't want brickbats for—she was a good hunter. Yes, she was an indoor-outdoor cat.

    Snugs was healthy pretty much to the end. Just in the last couple of months, she seemed to start wearing out, bit by bit, wanting less food and less water. She'd become frail-looking, which was sad because she'd always been almost plump. We were keeping her in the house all of the time by then. But by Friday night she couldn't keep any food or water down, and she meowed pitifully, begging and begging to be taken outside. I knew why she wanted to be out there: she knew that it was time for her to go, and she didn't want us to fall apart as she died in the house. So I picked up her very light self gently and she settled easily into my arms. I carried her out the back door, kissed her on the head and called her "Mommy's girl," and set her down on the back landing. It must have been about a half hour later when I checked back, and she wasn't there anymore.

    We've spent the last few days looking everywhere to find her body so that we could bury her. But Snugs outsmarted us and found a last hiding place that we can't find. So tonight, Ed, Neil, Jared, and I buried her food bowl and a few small cat toys in the backyard. We just ordered a small stone engraved with her name and birth and death years to mark the spot.

    Sweet dreams, Snuggles. We miss you.



    Thursday, June 26, 2008

    A Woman I'm Proud to Know

    FagbugI recently finished doing a pro bono edit of a book proposal for gay rights activist Erin Davies, 30, owner and driver of Fagbug, raising awareness about homophobia, the Volkswagen Beetle that became a project about raising awareness of homophobia. I've not met Erin in person, but we've corresponded by e-mail. From the photos I've seen of her, she's just a little slip of a woman. Such a young, small person she is to have such huge courage. We should all be so courageous.

    It was ironic that in 2007, on the eleventh annual National Day of Silence, Erin, who is a lesbian, would find that someone had vandalized her Beetle by spray-painting fag and u r gay on it because the car carried a rainbow sticker. The National Day of Silence brings attention to anti-LGBT name-calling, bullying, and harassment in schools. As Erin has written in her book manuscript, which is still in preparation, she's been openly gay for 12 years.
    Writing u r gay on my car was the equivalent of writing "You have brown eyes" or "Your name is Erin." It was like writing "You are heterosexual" on a car owned by someone who’s straight and fine with it. My intellectual response to what was written on my hood was "Yes, I am gay. What’s your point?"
    But her personal space had been invaded by someone who'd wanted to embarrass her and hurt her emotionally. Did she remove the graffiti and pretend that her privacy and sense of security had not been invaded?

    Not Erin. She decided to leave the graffiti right where it was and drive her car, with its messages of intended hate, across the United States and Canada for 58 days, stopping along the way to talk with people, individually and in groups, about their reactions to the defacing of her car, to (as she explains on Fagbug.com) "raise awareness about hate crimes and homophobia in our society, to give a voice for those who are silent, to inspire others to take a stand against bullies, and to be an example of how to overcome obstacles in bringing a creative project to life." She gave talks at high schools and universities, did podcasts and radio shows. And now that she's back home, she's still giving talks. She's even had her Fagbug wrapped to look like the rainbow Bug graphic on her web site.

    She learned a great deal about herself and about people during her travels. She's writing a book (that would be why I was editing her book proposal) and making a film about her trip. Here is a short movie trailer that she's done. Erin has impressed a lot of people with her antihomophobia work, including GO Magazine, which included her in its June-issue feature "100 Women We Love 2008."

    If Erin's story impresses you as much as it has me, please consider giving her a donation. She still needs help with funding the editing of her film and with publicity costs. To do so, go to the home page of her web site and click on the flashing image of the Fagbug that has the word Donate under it. You can keep up with her adventures by reading her MySpace blog. And if you're an acquisition editor affiliated with a major publishing house, e-mail me (click the "View my complete profile" link in the sidebar at the right to be taken to a page with a link to my e-mail address) and I'll put you in contact with Erin.



    Sunday, June 08, 2008

    If They're Different, We Must Kill Them

    The Iraqi team plays in the World Soccer Cup games
    (Photo of Iraqi soccer team at World Cup games from Gorilla's Guides)

    Click on the photo above and look closely at those faces—joyful, eager, and focused. They could be the faces of any group of people playing in any soccer game anywhere. They're the faces of people having fun and working together.

    Why, then, are we Americans shooting at them and their brothers, cousins, mothers, sisters, wives, lovers, children, and friends? Why are we occupying their country? Simply because they're Iraqis.

    Would we be at war with them if they were light-skinned and had European features? Or if they were Anglicans rather than Muslims? (Did you even know that there are Iraqi Christians?) Probably not. Europeans aren't sitting on lots of oil that feeds our cars and trucks and machines. Europeans have cultures and religions that we're more familiar with and more comfortable with. We can speak many European languages or find someone who can interpret those languages for us. Yet how often do we read about the scarcity of Arabic interpreters?

    It's the ancient human story: Destroy those who are unlike us, those who look different from us, those who believe a little differently from we believe.



    Friday, June 06, 2008

    Suing the School District Whose Teacher Banished a Boy

    Remember 5-year-old Alex Barton, the boy whose kindergarten teacher led the class in a vote on whether to allow him to remain in class because she was apparently fed up with his Asperger syndrome behaviors?

    His mother's attorney has put the boy's school district on notice that he'll be filing a civil lawsuit charging that Alex was discriminated against and that his civil rights were violated.

    It's a very sad situation when a parent has to sue to get school personnel to treat a child with patience and compassion.



    Wednesday, June 04, 2008

    Making History and Heading Toward Normal

    I think that to a large extent, how each of us perceives the larger context of Barack Obama becoming the presumptive Democratic nominee for president has to do with the generation that each of us is part of.

    I was talking with my 25-year-old daughter on the phone last night during Obama's speech after the Montana and South Dakota Democratic primaries and said, "Well, are you exited, watching history being made?"

    "Oh, I'm watching some comedy. ... 'History being made?' "

    "Yes! The first time that a major political party has ever had a black person as its candidate! It's so cool!"

    "Well, I guess ..."

    After talking with her a bit more, I got the strong impression that it's not all that big a deal to her generation to think of someone other than a white man as a presidential candidate. She grew up seeing people as just people, not people who have specific skin colors. And she, an American of mostly Polish and Irish ancestry and with skin whiter than white, grew up to marry a dark-skinned man with Puerto Rican and black ancestors and to be the mother of a pale-mocha baby. But when I was growing up in an insular, racist, middle-class white community in southeast Texas in the late 1960s and the entirety of the 1970s, her life choices would've been seen as very unusual, probably intentionally rebellious, and even socially suicidal. So though I think Obama's win is amazing and wonderful, to my daughter and her friends, it's not amazing. It just is what it is.

    Now, that is cool.



    Monday, June 02, 2008

    Obama and His Church Life

    If religion and involvement with a religious institution are not a part of your life, you might not understand what it is that people get out of religion, what they get out of searching for God.

    And given the well-publicized extremes of some far-right folks who call themselves Christians, you might also have seen the much-hyped tussles among other presidential candidates and their minions, Barack Obama, and the media over Obama's now former church as too much of a muchness; you might have thought Obama should just walk away from his religion completely.

    I am a writer and editor and a decent speaker, but I cannot always explain my spirituality well to others. I certainly have had difficulty explaining life in U.S. churches to atheist, agnostic, and antireligion friends and colleagues, so I don't often try. Part of that has to do with my having left the local Presbyterian church within the last 2 years; I'm still working out how I feel about my own spiritual life. That's made it difficult for me to help put the brouhaha over Obama's church life into perspective for those folks.

    But a blogging friend of mine, a minister from Obama's own Christian denomination, the United Church of Christ, who uses the pseudonym Songbird has explained it all quite well in an open letter to Obama:
    ... Let me respond first as a pastor. It would be my hope that NO member of any church I serve would EVER be held responsible for my words from the pulpit. In the Congregational tradition, whatever the colorway might be, freedom of the pulpit is an essential. Pastors are sometimes called to be prophets, and they may say, and I hope WILL say, things that people in the pews or outside the church walls might find perturbing, if not shocking, particularly when the people being shocked are essentially comfortable themselves. Pastors step up into their pulpits, televised or not, to break open the word of God. Anyone who thinks that ought to be restrained to sweet stories about what we learned in kindergarten or advice for how to keep your husband happy or instructions on gaining financial success is not in touch with the history of preaching and in particular with the history of prophetic preaching. ...

    People who don't belong to churches may not understand this. They may have an expectation that everything is clear cut, that no relationships are compromised, that your pastor is a service-provider, and you will up and go if you are no longer satisfied. ...

    You're in a campaign that is only beginning. When the 2008 version of the Swift Boaters come along, we are all going to have to watch those video clips again, and I'm afraid you will have to state your case again, too. You always seem to find a way to do it that sounds reasonable, even when I know you must be irritated, and I admire that in you. Keep taking the high road. We need to walk the high road. ...

    I hope that you'll take the time to read Songbird's post in full.



    Monday Heart-Tug Blogging

    I don't know which is cuter, Neil's heart showing in his eyes or the two baby cottontails who were nesting in our front flower bed before Neil caught them so that they wouldn't run in front of our lawn mower:

    Bunnies and a boy with a big heart



    Saturday, May 31, 2008

    Fantabulous Lacquer-Spraying Job by My Teen

    Late tonight, after his attention-deficit/hyperactivity meds had worn off, my 13-year-old son Neil did a stupendously great job of spraying "lacquer" (technically, conversion varnish) on a cabinet door built by my husband, Ed:

    Neil's fantabulous cabinetmaking skills


    And then Neil sprayed this dovetailed drawer, which he also built completely by himself!

    Neil's gorgeous dovetailed drawer

    His hands are already as steady as a brain surgeon's. I guess the nut didn't fall very far from the talent tree.


    Updated at 11:00 p.m.: Here's Neil the frogman, wearing a respirator to keep out nasty lacquer fumes:

    Neil, the frogmanly boy



    Wednesday, May 28, 2008

    Jumpin' on the Same-Sex Bandwagon

    Same-sex marriage in New YorkWell, well, well. California's Ahnuld, the Governator,supreme court has pushed the equal-rights revolution forward, and New York State is jumping on the bandwagon. I don't know why this story is just now breaking, given that David Paterson, governor of my state, apparently issued the directive in question on May 14, but here it is, from the New York Times:

    Gov. David A. Paterson has directed all state agencies to begin to revise their policies and regulations to recognize same-sex marriages performed in other jurisdictions, like Massachusetts, California and Canada.

    In a directive issued on May 14, the governor's legal counsel, David Nocenti, instructed the agencies that gay couples married elsewhere "should be afforded the same recognition as any other legally performed union."

    The revisions are most likely to involve as many as 1,300 statutes and regulations in New York governing everything from joint filing of income tax returns to transferring fishing licenses between spouses.

    In a videotaped message given to gay community leaders at a dinner on May 17, Mr. Paterson described the move as "a strong step toward marriage equality." And people on both sides of the issue said it moves the state closer to fully legalizing same-sex unions in this state. ...

    Legal experts said Mr. Paterson's decision would make New York the only state that did not itself allow gay marriage but fully recognized same-sex unions entered into elsewhere.

    The directive is the strongest signal yet that Mr. Paterson, who developed strong ties to the gay community as a legislator, plans to push aggressively to legalize same-sex unions as governor. His predecessor, Eliot Spitzer, introduced a bill last year that would have legalized gay marriage, but even as he submitted it, doubted that it would pass. The Democratic-dominated Assembly passed the measure, and the Republican-led Senate rejected it.

    Short of an act by the Legislature, the directive ordered by Mr. Paterson is the one of the strongest statements a state can make in favor of gay unions. ...

    While gay rights advocates widely praised the spirit of the Mr. Paterson’s policy, some saw more than a little irony in the fact that New York has yet to allow gays to marry.

    "If you're going to treat us as equals, why don't you just give us the marriage license?" said Alan Van Capelle, executive director of Empire State Pride Agenda. "So this is a temporary but necessary fix for a longer-term problem, which is marriage equality in New York State."

    Yes, Alan, equal treatment should be the rule, but this is a good start.




    Tuesday, May 27, 2008

    The Humiliation of Alex Barton

    Sometimes the way society treats those who are different in some way makes me think we're still in the Dark Ages. The blog I Speak of Dreams reported today:

    Wendy Portillo is the [Florida] kindergarten teacher who directed her students to reject and humiliate Alex Barton, a fellow student. Her actions are inexcusable under any circumstances. L'affaire Barton has exploded in the autism blogosphere, because young Alex has just been diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome.

    Portillo is reported to have asked her students, including little Alex's best friend, to vote on whether they wanted to allow him to stay in class. This has traumatized the boy, who screams in terror whenever he is taken near the school.

    As of this morning, Portillo has been "reassigned." According to the TCPalm, Portillo has been a St. Lucie County teacher for 12 years, and at Morningside Elementary for nine. Alex Barton's mother isn't pleased with the district's response: Barton said she thinks Portillo should be fired. "She has no business being near children at all," she said. As to the news of Portillo being reassigned, Barton responded, "That's just a slap in the face."

    The school is Morningside Elementary in Port Saint Lucie, Florida. I have e-mailed the school officials there, as suggested by the Alex Barton page of the web site of the Autistic Self Advocay Network, urging that they take appropriate action:

    Dear Principal Cully, Superintendent Lannon, School Board Chair Hilson, and School Board Vice Chair Miller:

    I am writing you about the news reports that state that 5-year-old Alex Barton, who has apparently just been diagnosed with Asperger syndrome, was humiliated by his classmates at the behest of teacher Wendy Portillo.

    I am the wife of a dear 46-year-old man with mild attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder (AD/HD), the daughter-in-law of a 72-year-old man with severe AD/HD and anxiety, and the mother of two sons, a 13-year-old with severe AD/HD, depression, and generalized anxiety disorder and 6-year-old with mild AD/HD. I live in the House of AD/HD.

    Of all of those males, only my father-in-law was ever treated as poorly by the education system as it appears that Alex Barton has been treated. (That is not to say that schoolchildren, on their own, never tried to treat my husband or either of my sons poorly.) Humiliation, being told one is disgusting, being made to feel that one doesn't belong—these are events that help shatter self-esteem. My father-in-law grew up when educators and psychologists and psychiatrists alike knew nothing about neurobehavioral disorders. One psychologist told his mother that the boy had "a screw loose." Teachers berated him, saying he was lazy and stupid. As he grew into an adult, still without a diagnosis, people misunderstood his odd social interactions; they did not know that social skills did not come naturally to him the way they do to people without AD/HD and without other neurobehavioral deficits. Put down all his life, by family members and coworkers and strangers and alleged friends, he became someone who is suspicious of everyone's motives; he became someone who to this day is not pleasant to be around. And yet he is a brilliant jazz and blues keyboardist and vocalist. Sadly, at age 72, he has only 1 friend and is valued by people outside his family pretty much only for his skills as a musician.

    I am saddened to think of the wasted relationships that that man has been in. How much joy could he have gotten from life if some teachers, some health care providers, had taken the time to get to know the little boy behind the outsize tantrums, the talents behind the inability to ever sit still, the tender heart behind the bravado and apparent disobedience. My father-in-law himself was stunned when, back when my now 13-year-old was determined eligible, in third grade, for an IEP [individualized education program]. "My God," he said, after the meeting of my school district's committee on special education, "all of these people are here to care for my grandson, to help him." He teared up. "Back when I was his age, they said I was crazy, that I had a screw loose." I saw the hurt little boy that still hides behind my father-in-law's gruff, hard-to-like personality, made that way by years of humiliation from all sides.

    My 13-year-old is a very smart guy whom I believe will grow up to make some great scientific contribution to society. But my son wouldn't be on his way to getting there had he been treated by his teachers the way that Wendy Portillo allegedly treated little Alex Barton. My son has had years of outstanding, caring teachers, school social workers, school psychologists, and teaching paraprofessionals helping him learn to break big education tasks down into manageable bites and helping him learn the social skills that are so foreign to many children with neurobehavioral disorders. I thank the universe at least once daily for the wonderful educators and school officials who make it possible for my son's intelligence and sweet personality to shine through.

    After my 13-year-old's disability was diagnosed and he began taking medication and my husband and I began using behavioral modification with him, we turned to look at my husband's life. And he saw the AD/HD in himself, just as my father-in-law then saw his own AD/HD. Both men began taking prescribed medication, and both have learned new social and life-balancing skills.

    And now my 6-year-old has recently been diagnosed as having mild AD/HD. He will get the same wonderful assistance from our school district. He has a grandfather, father, and big brother to lean on when it comes to learning coping skills for AD/HD.

    But what will happen to little Alex Barton?

    Already, he has been taught that adults who are supposed to care for him—teachers—can't be trusted, that they will help others hurt him, that they will make him cry. He has learned that other children may be his enemies, and that they can be turned against him by grown-ups. He is at a critical point in the development of his self-image and self-esteem. Will you let Ms. Portillo and other teachers continue to drop-kick his feelings? Will you let Ms. Portillo continue to teach other children that it is right or even fun to hurt fellow students?

    Please, stop this tragedy now before it worsens. Find a way to make this up to little Alex. Send Ms. Portillo off to be educated on how to work with special-needs children, for Alex is not the last one she will encounter; if she cannot or will not learn such skills, she should not ever again be allowed to work with children. Educate all teachers in your district about working with special-needs children and about the fragility of children's self-esteem. Work with Alex's family to build the best IEP possible, one that will help him shine.

    Please do not destroy a child's soul, for if you do, society will pay a high, tragic cost.

    Readers, please consider writing the St. Lucie County school officials about this case. Please do so respectfully and eloquently, please cc the Autistic Self Advocacy Network, and please do it now. Help save a boy's life.

    Updated 5/28/08 at 12:40 a.m.: I have also e-mailed Florida's governor, Charlie Crist, about education standards for teachers in his state, which should include teaching them how to work with special-needs children.

    Updated at 1:14 p.m.: Go here to find a video of a TV interview with Alex's mother.

    Updated at 6:05 p.m.: Here is the latest news story about Alex from the local Florida newspaper. Click here to send a message of support to Alex.

    Update

    Saturday, May 24, 2008

    Clinton's Character Flaws

    There are some female diehard Hillary Clinton fans on an e-mail list that I frequent, and they cry sexism whenever anyone calls Clinton on mistakes, lies, or poor behavior:
    There are folks just waiting to jump on anything about Clinton, no matter how small or innocuous. I don't see the same behavior toward [Barack Obama], and I don't think it's because he's any more touched or special or a genius or whatever.

    Nope, Obama's not a genius or more special than anyone. Hell, he pissed me off recently because he called a woman whose question he was answering "sweetie." Sweetie?! What is this, the 1950s?! Get rid of that bit of sexism immediately, man.

    But I see lots of faults in Clinton because I've endured having her as my senator. For years, I've seen her lie and change her stories and change her positions to suit the particular group she's speaking to. I've seen her be petty and get down in the mud. I've never seen her rise above crap; she just gets in there and slings it with everybody else. I've seen her be fake as all get-out. I've seen her backstab. I would love to have a female president. But when we do have one, I hope to heaven that she's someone with integrity and class. Clinton ain't got 'em. Never has, never will.

    I don't even see her as really having had a right to be my senator. She wasn't from New York originally. She hadn't lived here for years, hadn't aspired to be of service to a state she loved. After her husband left the White House, she scouted out soon-to-be available Senate seats, and she wanted a big-name seat, not just any seat anywhere. One of New York's was soon to be open, so she moved here to gain the necessary residential status. And then she ran for the office that she saw as her due after her husband's stint on Pennsylvania Avenue. She used us New Yorkers to build up her résumé for a presidential run.

    Sure, some folks are anti-Clinton just because she's a woman. And that's stupid and wrong. But plenty more have seen what I've seen, and that has nothing to do with sexism.



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