3/31/2008

Let's make it official

Neutron is finally getting around to dealing with these vegetables.


And call another National Week Off, since we haven't had one in more than a decade:

"Citing years of distracting, time-consuming obligations that have caused other matters to go unattended, President Clinton called for a National Week Off Monday for the purpose of getting the nation's shit together."

It was funny the first time around, and that was before I had kids. I spent most of today (when not painting pottery or learning to wield zills) cleaning the kids' stuff out of my work space so I can begin to finish all those projects. What do you need to get done?

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3/30/2008

A break worth at least 1,000 words


The hens evacuate the site of one of my many half-done projects:
two wagonloads of brush waiting to be chipped into mulch.



Yes, I went to my county Dem convention yesterday. I was there for about eleven hours. I'm not ready to talk about it yet. In fact, I'm having one of my periodic "Where the hell did all these unfinished projects come from?" moments. This particular moment's been dragging out for the past couple of weeks, which means it must be time for me to actually do something. Perhaps even finish the projects.

To that end, it's photos only this week so I can wrap up such incomplete masterworks as a three-foot-long knitted dachshund, a fleece frog robe for a certain 4-year old, the main part of a DIY bathroom remodel, corn planting and approximately 400 other things that are just a smidge away from being done. Enjoy!

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3/26/2008

You're the best


Brand-new bluebonnet, fresh from my garden to you


Everything's happening now. We're hosting friends and family this week, I'm furthering my political education as a county convention delegate on Saturday, the children and I have firm plans to destroy a toilet, and the garden is hitting its stride. I got one of those little Flip video gadgets and I've been recording like crazy. My new zills will be waiting for me at my next bellydance class. It's all great stuff.

Wish I didn't have to be loaded on allergy medicine to get it done. While I love the oak and elm trees I can see from each and every window of my home, I don't love their pollen. I've spent 50% of my waking hours today asleep or assuaging the munchies. Now that I mention it, having a snack and going back to bed sounds like just the thing.

So I'm tossing the ball to you, dear readers. What's the best post you've read or written lately? Your favorite photos? Your most fabulous knitted Finished Object? The apple-cake recipe everyone asks for? Your secret to getting excellent customer service? How to close the sale? That anatomically correct crochet pattern you whipped up? Please share your pride and joy in the comments.

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3/24/2008

A visit with the Easter Lizards

These are "my" anoles, but you get the idea. See 'em both?

The highlight of Easter for Rocketboy was joining with his cousin to catch (and later release) his great-aunt's "pet" anole in a shoebox along with one of its pals. Said pet lives in the garage at my aunt's ranch house and occasionally gets caught in her hair as she comes and goes, but she says, "Now that I know what it is, it doesn't bother me." That's the kind of attitude that develops when you spend years raising cattle, flinging rattlesnakes out of your front yard and routing armadillos out from under your house.


My cousin takes time from his surfing schedule to look for eggs.

Our Easter celebration featured a walk down a half-mile gravel drive with Hurricanehead and my 1-year-old nephew who toddled off to ponder every blooming wildflower. That took a while. There was also homemade wild Mustang-grape wine, brisket, ATV rides, billiards, greetings from a happy pack of dogs, a fiercely competitive egg hunt, ant studies, dominoes, a lot of children showing off their chops on the piano, and my brother knocking out some blues on a bass ukulele he found in a corner. In other words, a standard Easter for my extended family.

What was interesting was that we talked politics a little--without anyone getting razzed, even. My aunt is a Clinton delegate to her county convention; I'm an Obama delegate to mine. We agreed that the caucus and convention process is a touch complicated and could stand to be streamlined. But for now, we're both tickled to be learning as we go.

What are you up to this week?

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3/21/2008

Everything's better with a parsley garnish


video
Snoopy savors the turn of the seasons.


Before I plunge into the weekend I want to wish you all a Happy Easter, Pascha, Purim, Holi, Mawlid, Vernal Equinox, Ostara, Mabon, Hola Mohalla, Norouz, and anything else you're observing as Spring begins.

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3/18/2008

A matter of taste

You know that thing about pet photos making blogs look "unprofessional?" Well, thanks to a handy edit gadget I just found, I'm no longer just a pet-addled hack. I'm a pop artist, dammit:


That or drowsy and punchy. It's late and I had a big glass of wine at the theater earlier. Horton Hears a Who may be just fine on its own, but the combination of the Shiraz and the kids' giggles during the film made the evening for me.

Which leads, indirectly, to an issue I've been mulling for months, based on a Wine Scamp post from last November. (Yes, I can recall other people's posts from last year but I can't find the glasses I wear every single day. Totally normal.) Her question was, Do you let your kids taste wine? It threw me into a little quandary.

On the one hand, my parents always let me have a taste of whatever they were having, and they modeled a reasonable, relaxed attitude about wine. On the other, I've read that early exposure to alcohol can be a factor in alcoholism. I know genes can be an issue as well, and my late grandfather was--in addition to being a bigamist, a brawler and all-around trouble--an alcohol abuser from childhood. Ol' granddad was not the only drunk in my sprawling family tree, either. So I wondered if letting my boys taste any alcohol before their mid-to-late teens was a good idea. On the third hand, forbidden fruit and all that.

Last month, just after his ninth birthday, Rocketboy started making little cracks at the dinner table about Hombre and me getting "drunk" from one glass of wine or beer. His comments led me to see that he was curious about alcohol and creating his own stories to fill the gaps in his knowledge. In the spirit of showing him that a glass of red is not instant-happy-juice, I offered him a sip.

Rocketboy, being cautious and methodical, asked me to water it down for him. I sloshed a little Malbec in a juice glass with water and handed it over. Like that, my worries about his relationship with alcohol evaporated.

While Rocketboy still happily opens bottles for us, he now classifies wine with coffee, olives* and kissing as one of those weird things that grownups like. He doesn't see it as the key to going crazy Broadway-style. And recently he was able to oh-so-sophisticatedly assure a slightly older friend who's on fire to taste beer that it's not going to be the delicious party-in-a-can he imagines. In other words, he's chilled out on the alcohol issue.

What about you and your kids? How do you handle alcohol in your home?



*Hurricanehead hasn't asked for a taste yet, but he may be a different story once he finally gets around to it. This is a kid who's been drinking decaf since he was two and eats olives like candy.

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3/16/2008

Your vote counts

This time it's not political, although it could be if I were in a mood to get fired up about something. It's the annual BlogHer readership survey, and I'd be much obliged if you'd take a minute to click through. Thanks!

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3/12/2008

Does Monty Python and the Holy Grail mean anything to you, pal?


I was taking pretentious, arty shots of Snoopy and Hank this afternoon and happened to mention reading something that said posting pet photos on your blog is "unprofessional."



The rabbits took umbrage. I may be a rank amateur,



but Big Hank is a professional. Stay on his good side.

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3/11/2008

The year of the plant

Y'all living in places with snow on the ground may wish to avert your eyes. (Ahem, JoVE.) Last month I started photographing some of my plants, gathering a time-lapse record of how things look. I hope to continue this weekly for a year.

My reason for doing this is that when I started gardening I knew what blooms and fruit to look for, but absent those I often couldn't identify plants. This became a problem when it was time to weed, divide perennials, or prune. Once, as a teen, I even "weeded" all the hundreds of tiny bluebonnet seedlings out of my mother's flower bed. Oops. They didn't have flowers on them, so how could they have been bluebonnets? It's a testament to Mom's self-restraint that I lived to type this.

I took consolation in the fact that I wasn't alone. I learned in my Master Gardener class that some people faithfully prune the long, stringy things off their mountain laurels every year to neaten them up. Then they wonder why there are no blooms. They don't know what part of the plant's cycle is playing out before their eyes. I suspect that's true of a lot of us.

Don't cut anything off your mountain laurels because in three weeks' time they go from this, which is the stringy thing all chunked out with buds:

to this:

and then this:


I wish the blog had a scent widget, because mountain laurel blossoms must be smelled to be believed. They smell like grape Kool-Aid, but lighter and more organic. Bees love them. People love them. In Central Texas, they are the forerunners of bluebonnets and other wildflowers that will explode in a few more weeks.

I have a few prodigies blooming now, like this little grape hyacinth


and columbines standing guard near the street.


I expect everything else to come along soon. It's supposed to reach 90° F by the end of the week here. What about you? Is anything sprouting, blooming or vining where you are?

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3/09/2008

Five Green Minutes: The Dandelion Podcast


Bunny lunch in a stiff breeze

At last, you can hear me ramble for five minutes about the joys of dandelion ownership. And yes, it's safe for the kids, your workplace, etc. This is the first in a series of five-minute podcasts on green living issues. I'm keeping them short because we're all busy, and because my mind wanders if I have to listen to anyone for more than five minutes, even if it's myself.

I hope you enjoy the inaugural podcast. Please share your feedback and your own dandelion intelligence, either in the comments or via email. If you're on fire to leave audio feedback, you can send it to me at caseykellybarton at gmail dot com (and please let me know whether I can use your audio in a future cast).

Some of the resources mentioned in the podcast are below. See how good I am to y'all?

Dandelions:
Glyphosate and resistance

2,4-D factsheet


Last but not least, the completely commonsense disclaimer. Before you eat, brew, or otherwise get personal with plants, make sure you've got a positive ID on them and be certain they haven't been treated with chemicals. I don't want you telling the ER nurses I said you could eat jimsonweed.

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3/06/2008

Be it resolved that the state will stay out of it

The most unexpected thing about my precinct convention was not that 145 Democrats came out of my neighborhood's woodwork to caucus. It was that we had resolutions to vote on. We thought we'd done a good evening's work by signing in and selecting delegates, but then we had to get through a stack of obtusely worded resolutions read aloud by a volunteer. Surprise!

I also didn't expect some of the resolutions to sound like they came from the far-right wing of the GOP. Most of the resolutions were just about what you'd expect from Democrats: calls for the impeachment of Bush (too little, too late, but I offered up a 'yea' for old time's sake), opposition to the death penalty, a call for DHS to seek out alternatives to the kid-incarcerating mess at T. Don Hutto. Nothing too shocking.

Then there was a sweet, innocent sounding little resolution to offer state funding for pregnancy crisis centers. Who can argue with that? One guess.

"What exactly do these crisis centers do?" I asked.

One of my neighbors, a very nice older man, started telling the crowd about the crisis center his church supports and the wonderful things* they do. I remembered Amanda Marcotte's Alternet story on pregnancy crisis centers pushing religion on pregnant women. Which must have been why I heard myself say, "So are these the religious centers where they tell women things that aren't true, like that abortion causes breast cancer?"

He allowed that he didn't know what my "personal experience" had been, and then another convention volunteer--another very nice older man--opined that it's just a way for women to know "they have a choice." Long-time readers well know how I feel about men, very nice or otherwise, attempting to interfere with women's reproductive sovereignty. I see it as the height of impudence. And then there are the policy issues.

Why on earth would Texas Democrats support public funding for anti-choice propaganda? A young woman stood up and cited chapter and verse of the state budget she works on at the Lege, describing how millions of public dollars have already been diverted from real health care for women to help fund these centers. We already have a health-care mess here. Why make it worse?

Another man, probably also very nice, asked if there was any way to verify her numbers. Oh, yes he did. He insinuated that she was lying. And good for her, she stood there with her voice shaking and she held her ground. Another woman jumped in and said that as a patient advocate, she couldn't agree with diverting funds from actual care for any reason. At that point, the vol running the vote seemed eager to get it over with. To my precinct's credit, it was voted down. But not by so much.

The next resolution started off with "whereas abortion is traumatic for a woman" and went downhill from there, covering a wish list of right-wing talking points like abstinence education and the desire to make abortion "rare," wrapping up with the golden and entirely inaccurate GOP catchphrase, "culture of life." At that point a lot of people had questions.

"Where did these resolutions come from?" I asked, incredulous.

"From the packet," shrugged one of the women volunteers, indicating the materials that came from the party.

The volunteer with the church program suggested that the resolutions may have come from the state level in an effort to get items into the platform that would encourage GOP voters to cross over. Which makes a certain amount of sense, but not in a good way.

I have since learned that anyone can submit a resolution, and that experience certainly proves it. It bothers me that there was no media attention given to that aspect of the conventions beforehand. It bothers me that these resolutions were anathema to Texas Democratic party in both spirit and letter. The 2006 platform includes such commonsense language as, "Texas Democrats [t]rust the women of Texas to make personal and responsible decisions about when and whether to bear children," and supports "using family planning funding for pregnancy prevention and preventive health care in regulated, licensed medical facilities, rather than biased and non-medical activities."

But what bothers me most is that the notion that women are still, even in putatively progressive circles, considered a means to a political end. If these resolutions were meant to "protect" women from their choices, that would be inappropriate and wrongheaded enough. But if the goal was to draw anti-choice voters by throwing women under the bus, that's wrong in a deep moral sense.

Maybe I should submit my own resolution at the county convention later this month: Whereas the decision to proceed with a pregnancy is ultimately the business of no one but the pregnant woman, be it resolved that the Texas Democratic party will stay the hell out of it.


*I looked it up. One of the wonderful things this particular center does is tell folks about the joys of sexual purity and "renewed virginity," while church members are urged to "pray that all of those receiving counsel will choose to keep their baby." How renewed virginity goes with labor and delivery is beyond me, but whatever. I just hope they're not getting state funds to push "crisis care" that includes Bible verses.

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3/04/2008

The primary so nice we get to choose twice

Until this year, I never understood how the Texas Democratic Party runs primaries. Until now, it was just so much spit in the wind. And while the fine points of delegate apportionment still elude me, I'm clear on the fact that I need to be at my precinct polling place by 7:15 this evening to sign in as an Obama supporter. I'm going mostly to cancel out the convention vote of my sweet old neighbor with the Hillary sign in her yard.

Basically, not all of Texas's delegates are assigned based on the popular vote. Some are given out based on caucus attendance, starting with the precinct conventions. In other words, voting isn't enough this time around. With the race so tight, the conventions could make or break a candidate. So vote first and then go to your precinct convention, if you can.

All that said, I have a hard time believing the Texas race is as close as the polls are reporting. Apart from my neighbor, I don't know anyone who's voting for Clinton, but I know a great many people -- in some cases, people I wouldn't expect -- who've already voted for Obama and are stoked about attending the conventions tonight. Maybe it's just the pack I run with, or maybe Obama supporters are simply more eager to talk about it, but I just don't get the sense that Clinton has the same fervent level of support here. I guess I'm about to find out.

Update: I'm an Obama delegate to my county convention later this month. I'll have more to say about the precinct convention later on this week, but for now consider that the last primary convention in my precinct drew two voters. Tonight there were 145.

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