Changes

Ever since the big ice storm back in December, our local landscape has changed. There are great numbers of trees down, some of them cascaded one onto another, having fallen like dominoes. Each time we’ve headed out into the woods this winter to do some snowshoeing, it’s been a bit challenging. We’ve had to find new routes; overcome new obstacles, because subsequent snowstorms and ice storms and everything-in-between-storms have brought more branches and trees down.

This afternoon was sunny, a little breezy and very cold (16 F, -9 C). We had flurries and snow squalls last night which left us two inches of fresh powder. That fluffy snow rests over a good inch and a half or more of crusty, icy snow, which in turn is covering better than a foot of snow from earlier storms. Unfortunately, the icy layer completely trashed the baskets on my ski poles. Needless to say, today’s trek was sometimes quite a slog! We were only out for about an hour and a half and well bundled up, but it took ages for us to thaw out once we were back home. A little grilled eggplant, with baked pasta helped warm us up. Although the tossed salad and the pinot noir were chillier counterpoints!

The icy layer


Baskets? What baskets?


Big, beautiful birch down


At eye level

Compare, Contrast, Then Smile

I really enjoyed this article in the New York Times by Sheryl Gay Stolberg. It starts out feeling like a light piece about the relaxing of the dress code in The White House. But by the end, it speaks volumes about the cultural and attitudinal differences between the Obama-Biden administration and the recently departed Bush-Cheney-Rove cabal.

Show Us The Money!

In the midst of all the discussions and politicking about the Economic Stimulus Package, it would be prudent not to be blinded by all the bright cable news lights and keep in mind that our money sits in many different pots. And some of those pots are leaking like sieves. In the current issue of Mother Jones magazine, David Cay Johnston has written a jaw dropping article entitled Fiscal Therapy. In it, Mr. Johnston spells out several ways existing regulations and tax laws could be rewritten to make things far more fair for tax paying citizens and allow money to flow into our state and federal coffers. If your more of an aural learner, here’s a link to an interview Mr. Johnston did on NPR’s Here and Now with Robin Young.

After reading the article or listening to the interview, you’re as ticked off as I am, please do as I did and contact your senators, congressional representative and the White House. If you do it by e-mail you can embed the link to the article.

Here’s what I e-mailed to our senators, congressman and the White House, via their contact pages:

Dear __________,

I urge you and your staff to read the article by David Cay Johnston in the latest issue of Mother Jones magazine. ( http://www.motherjones.com/news/feature/2009/01/fiscal-therapy.html )

In the article, entitled "Fiscal Therapy", Mr. Johnston spells out several ways existing regulations and tax laws could be rewritten to make things far more fair for tax paying citizens and allow money to flow into our state and federal coffers.

Thank you for your service to our nation and for your attention to this very important matter.

Sincerely,


Feel free to copy, paste and tweak the text to make it your own.
: : Here’s the link to the White House. Click on “Contact Us” in the upper right of the opening page. (You’ll have to shorten the message slightly.)
: : Do you need to find the contact information for your senators? Follow this link to the U.S. Senate and use the “Find Your Senators” search box in the upper right corner of the page.
: : Looking for your congressperson’s contact information? Click on this link to the U.S. House and enter your zip code in the upper left hand corner of the page.

Another IKEA Fan Is Born

I mentioned last week that my Mom wanted us to pick up a bookcase for her the next time we went to IKEA and how appreciative we were for the excuse to go to there. Yesterday, we went and visited with Mom and delivered her new Billy bookcase. Chuck had it assembled in no time and soon it was in place and holding an assortment of Mom’s favorite books. She loved it! Chuck was the recipient of many hugs and Mom even did a brief happy dance. Mom then placed a small lamp on top of it and stepped back to admire the effect. That’s when she said she might like a small chair to put next to it, to create a little reading nook. We quickly thought of the Tullsta chair from, who else, IKEA. We have one in the corner of our bedroom (with the Idemo Beige slip cover) and love it. Mom hasn’t given us the green light for the Tullsta, but we stand ready to head off to IKEA at a moment’s notice!

Who’s Brenda?

Here in Massachusetts, there’s a local chain of restaurants called the Piccadilly Pub. It’s not a restaurant that ever causes me to rave and wax rhapsodic about its menu items. But it’s a reliable restaurant with reasonable prices for generally good fare. However, recently we stopped in at the Pic up near UMASS Medical Center (near the intersection of Shrewsbury Street and Route 9) for a quick meal. After we finished our main meal, the waitress asked if we’d like dessert. Chuck ordered “Brenda’s Bread Pudding”. I have nothing against bread pudding, but rarely order dessert out in a restaurant unless chocolate is a key ingredient, so I passed. The waitress, obviously much more intelligent than I am, brought Chuck’s generous serving of “Brenda’s Bread Pudding” with two spoons! Chuck took a bite and got a look on his face that said “YUM”. He kindly slid the plate over toward me. The warm, creamy, custardy bread pudding was swirled with cinnamon, dotted with plump raisins and drizzled over all with a caramel sauce. I dipped the tip of my spoon into the sauce and immediately was transported back to my grandparents’ living room. Gagee and Gramps always had a dish of cellophane wrapped Kraft Caramels on an end table. This sauce tasted exactly like them. The bread pudding was excellent. And, surprisingly, the addition of the caramel sauce did not make the whole dessert cloyingly sweet. It just all went together very well. There was nary a drop of chocolate in sight, but it was an extremely satisfying dessert. By the way, I think Brenda’s version may be a seasonal special, so you’d do well to swing by sooner rather than later.

Now, who’s this Brenda and how do I get her recipe?

Update: DancingMorganMouse kindly left a recipe for her killer caramel sauce in the comments section. Thanks Morgan!

Miso

While I had enjoyed comforting and restorative miso soup in restaurants, it was Chuck who first introduced me to the basic ingredient, miso paste, more than two decades ago. It was dark, dense, with a strong flavor which always reminded me of soy sauce and kept forever in the refrigerator. Then, a couple of years ago, we were in the Whole Foods store out in Hadley, when we discovered a Massachusetts company called South River Miso. It was like going from ho-hum instant coffee to espresso. It was a revelation.

South River makes a wide variety of miso. At the risk of being the kiss of death, I have to say our favorite is their “Sweet-Tasting Brown Rice Miso”. It manages to be both delicate and complex. But we also keep jars of their darker “Three Year Barley” and “Hearty Brown Rice” in the refrigerator. (The miso really can be kept refrigerated for an indefinite period of time.) The South River website has lots of recipes and interesting information on how they make their miso - something they’ve been doing for about three decades, most of that time on their farm out in Conway.

It’s A Small World

And thanks to technology and the internet it’s getting smaller all the time.

During President Obama’s Inauguration, a stunningly talented quartet performed a composition by John Williams called “Air and Simple Gifts”. Actually, to be precise, an audio recording of the piece was made before the inauguration by violinist Itzhak Perlman, cellist Yo-Yo Ma, clarinetist Anthony McGill and pianist Gabriella Montero. With the below freezing temperatures, there was no way their instruments would be able to stay in tune. So the musicians played, but were not amplified and the audio recording was broadcast. Well, the piece was lovely. Chuck was able to find a good recording of the piece in video format over on YouTube. But we couldn’t find a strictly audio version - CD to purchase or otherwise. Chuck and I even briefly tried to figure out how to download the YouTube video to his computer, but no dice.

Enter serendipity and the ever shrinking world. Over on Twitter, a 15 year old blogger from Singapore named Xavier Lur, whose Twitter name is KidTechGuru, began following my Twitter posts. I went to see who he was and also checked out his blog. He keeps up with everything new and nifty in the tech world and writes very clear, concise posts about them, including why something might be a good thing to check out. The posts are about technology gadgets and gizmos, but are not so heavy with geek speak that a 50 year old like me feels lost. One of his posts was about how to easily download a YouTube video to your computer. So we followed KidTechGuru’s links and his instructions and Poof! the “Air and Simple Gifts” video was on Chuck’s computer. We dragged it into the movies folder in iTunes and we were all set.

Well, almost. We have a non-video playing iPod and Chuck wanted to be able to just listen to the music. So I opened Garage Band ‘08. I chose Create a New Podcast Episode from the opening menu. Then, from the Media Browser, I chose the recently downloaded video of the inauguration day performance. I dragged it over to the Tracks area. It loaded as a Movie Track and a Movie Sound Track. After playing around for awhile, I decided to delete the Movie Track. That left the Movie Sound Track. I then chose Share > Send Song To iTunes. The song arrived in iTunes and we easily renamed it and added all the relevant information.

And that’s how a 15 year old kid in Singapore, helped my 65 year old husband in Massachusetts, listen to an exquisitely beautiful piece of music, from the Presidential Inauguration of Barack Obama in Washington D.C.!


Please Note: Despite all the fun we had making this work, as soon as a real physical CD or downloadable MP3 becomes available for purchase, purchase it we shall!

Remember To Look Up

So, we were driving slowly (the automobile equivalent of ambling) along the road at the Quabbin Reservoir on Monday, when we saw a man standing at the side of the road. He had an enormous zoom lensed camera aimed up toward the treetops and sky. My first thought was eagle. I peered up and instead of an eagle, I thought I saw a nest. But my eyes couldn’t resolve anything useful. Chuck pulled the car over and I walked back down the road. The well equipped photographer had already driven off. As Chuck caught up with me, this is what we saw:


Much clearer, right? Yeah, not so much. It was former Boy Scout Chuck who first sorted out what was so interesting. It was a porcupine. He was dining on tree bark. If it hadn’t been for the first photographer, we would have driven by, completely unaware of Mr. or Ms. Porcupine’s lunch spot du jour.


They say if you walk around a big city, looking up at the skyscrapers, mouth and eyes open in wonder and awe, you will immediately be pegged as a tourist. No doubt. But in the forest, who cares? You never know what you might find.

Quabbin

On Monday, after we dropped off Cassie at the veterinary hospital, we stopped in at the Quabbin Reservoir. The Swift River Valley towns of Prescott, Enfield, Greenwich and Dana no longer exist. The towns were taken by the state in the 1930s. The citizens were uprooted; graves relocated. Aqueducts were constructed and the valley was “drowned” in order to supply Boston and it’s greater metropolitan area with clean drinking water.

The Quabbin Reservoir still provides drinking water to citizens of the Commonwealth living 60 plus miles away to the east. To drive along the roads or hike the trails, it’s visually difficult to reconcile Quabbin’s tumultuous, wrenching past with the peaceful wildlife refuge it is today. But in the stillness, especially on a snow muffled day, you can begin to sense the folks who once went to school, farmed and made lives there; who were born and died there.

I Still Wish...

Last year and the year before, I wrote and posted this piece. My feelings have not changed. I believe it bears repeating. Even though we have just crossed over into a new presidential administration, we still have the same membership on the Supreme Court. The Supreme Court is key to this issue.

Today is the 36th anniversary of the United States Supreme Court Decision known as Roe v. Wade.

In light of this anniversary I have a few wishes to state:

- I wish, that from this moment on, no woman would ever have to make the decision to have an abortion.
- I wish contraceptives, including the morning after pill, would always be readily available to all women.
- I wish that all young people would be taught age appropriate sex and health education.
- I wish that all young people would be taught that abstinence is a legitimate choice, at the same time they get clear information about all forms of contraception.
- And I wish that abortion would always be safe and legal and available to all women.

Cassie’s Back

Our cat Cassie is home from her veterinary adventure. She is not quite settled in nor is she fully her usual self. The good news is she doesn’t glow in the dark - well, not appreciably! She did have to wear a special I.D. collar during her ride home in case (heaven forfend) we were in a car accident, knocked unconscious (or worse), so that the rescue folks would know Cassie was radioactive had just had Iodine-131 treatment!

They sent us home with a special clumping kitty litter. Why? Because even though it is clumping, it is flushable. So for the next two weeks we need to scoop her litter box twice a day (while wearing gloves) and send it down the toilet. Because most of the residual Iodine-131 is excreted through Cassie’s urine, we cannot put that into the waste stream. But it has a relatively swift decay rate and is water soluble. So it’s pretty safe, just requires us to take extra precautions for a little while.

Praise Song For The Day

Praise song for the day.
Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other,
catching each others' eyes or not,
about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise.
All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din,
each one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem,
darning a hole in a uniform,
patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky;
A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."
We encounter each other in words,
words spiny or smooth,
whispered or declaimed;
words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone
and then others who said,
"I need to see what's on the other side;
I know there's something better down the road."
We need to find a place where we are safe;
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain,
that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks,
raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce,
built brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle;
praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign;
The figuring it out at kitchen tables.
Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."
Others by first do no harm,
or take no more than you need.
What if the mightiest word is love,
love beyond marital, filial, national.
Love that casts a widening pool of light.
Love with no need to preempt grievance.
In today's sharp sparkle,
this winter air,
anything can be made,
any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp --
praise song for walking forward in that light.

- Elizabeth Alexander, Poet

The poem written for the Inauguration of the 44th President of the United States of America, Barack Obama and read on January 20, 2009. (Transcription from the New York Times via Congressional Quarterly.)

For Mary...

Please hold Mary, part of Sue’s extended family, in your thoughts. Mary has recently been diagnosed with cancer. She needs all our good energy, good wishes and prayers right now...

Inauguration Day!

Yes, I do have the capacity to be hyperbolic. But today is the second happiest day of my life, trumped only by my wedding day to Chuck!

I have always been an unabashed patriot. From the time I was a little kid, the Founding Fathers have inspired and shaped my values. Growing up during the violent, tumultuous and painful 1960s and 1970s, this day has been a long time coming.

We debated going to Washington D.C. for the Inauguration. Part of me still wishes we had decided to go. But being able to watch it all from the warmth and comfort of our home definitely has it’s advantages!

I’ll be updating this post throughout the day. I’ll time stamp them in the same order blog posts run: most recent at the top.

To keep up with what other folks are saying, go to the Twitter search page and click on the tag: #inaug09. (Thanks to Dan Kennedy over at Media Nation for the heads up on that.)

: : Updates:

11:07 p.m.: Forgive me, but seeing the footage from this morning, of then Vice President Dick Cheney being wheeled out of The White House, all I could think of was mean old Mr. Potter from "It’s A Wonderful Life". Does that make President Obama, George Bailey? Yup. That works!

10:01 p.m.: President Obama hit all the right notes at the Commander In Chief Ball. He spoke to the military service personnel in the hall and as well as via satellite with some Illinois service people stationed in Kabul, Afghanistan. A very moving (and surprisingly humorous!) point in the evening.

8:33 p.m.: President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama are looking fabulous at The Neighborhood Ball! I believe they are dancing to “At Last”, a la Etta James, sung by Beyonce!

4:54 p.m.: I can’t help but feel relief that the Obamas and the Bidens are now ensconced in the reviewing stand and watching the parade in safety.

4:34 p.m.: After a brief return to the limousine, President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama, once again walked the parade route - as did Vice President Joe Biden and his wife Dr. Jill Biden. Such youth, vigor, excitement and promise overflows today!

4:04 p.m.: President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama are out of the limousine and walking down the parade route, waving to the cheering crowds!

3:42 p.m.: Big shout out and an acknowledgement of enduring gratitude to the members of The United States Secret Service.

3:33 p.m.: It happened earlier today, but it’s still very cool to click on the link to The White House and see the new Obama-Biden administration firmly in place.

3:25 p.m.: President and Mrs. Obama are in the new limousine (nicknamed: “The Beast”). The parade is about to begin.

3:10 p.m.: Our thoughts are with Senator Ted Kennedy and Senator Robert Byrd, both of whom needed medical attention at the Congressional Luncheon in honor of President Obama and Vice President Biden. Holding them in our hearts...

12:45 p.m.: We have a new administration: President Barack Obama and Vice President Joseph Biden! It was a wonderful ceremony. From the prayers to the poem, from the swearing ins to the inaugural speech, all the right notes were struck. More later...

11:45 a.m.: I am loving the pomp and circumstance! Barack Obama is being introduced. This is real. It’s really going to happen. I am overwhelmed with happiness...

11:41 a.m.: Joe Biden was introduced and the crowd went wild. Barack Obama is about to emerge. How can he look so calm, cool and collected? Well, that’s part of why we elected him!

11:34 a.m.: Unfortunately, the crowd just booed and sang the “Hey, Hey Goodbye” song when current President Bush's image came on the screens. Not a good moment.

11:26 a.m.: Malia and Sasha Obama just arrived with the First Grandmother, Mrs. Marian Robinson. There seems to be a continuity of theme with Malia, Sasha and their Mom each having a ribbon as belt on their outfits.

11:22 a.m.: The crowd is roaring it’s approval as the Clintons are introduced. Meanwhile, the moving vans are at The White House...

11:17 a.m.: O.K., I’m not too keen on the color of Michelle Obama’s outfit, but I love the overall look of it. Style points to the first President Bush and his wife Barbara for their matching purple scarves. Yes there is a touch of “we’re headed to the big game - Boo Yah” about it, but I still like it.

11:08 a.m.: I wish I had a bank of televisions up on the wall to take it all in. I keep alternating between CSPAN and MSNBC.

11:01 a.m.: The current and future Presidents, Vice Presidents, First Ladies and Second Ladies are arriving at the Capitol for the Inauguration. The sun is shining. The people in the crowds are waving small American flags and smiling, smiling, smiling!

10:45 a.m.: I remain impressed by how cordial and smooth the whole transition of power is here in the United States. Seeing Michelle Obama with Laura Bush and Barack Obama with George Bush, after coffee at The White House, it is slightly surreal and quite wonderful!

Happy Birthday Sis!

Today is my sister Gail's birthday!
And the whole country, heck the whole world, is throwing quite a party!
O.K., technically, the Inauguration and all the celebrations aren't in Gail's honor, but it's just one more reason to celebrate this fabulous day!
Happy Birthday Gail!
...and many more!
Wheeeee!

Early Start

This was the view out our kitchen window this morning. I had been rushing around, getting ready to take our cat Cassie to a veterinary specialist for thyroid treatment. I had started the day in the dark. But I looked up to see this sky, over this winter landscape and I stopped to let it settle in on me.

Cassie will be receiving Radioactive Iodine Therapy (Iodine-131) to treat her hyperthyroidism. When we first adopted Cassie six years ago, along with her “sibling” Abby, they were both, well, a little on the heavy side. (Truth be told, they were both a couple of chunky monkeys!) And they were both very, very ill. Once we nursed them back to health, we got them on diets. In about a year, they were both slim and trim. But over the last year or so, Cassie began to look skinny, feel appreciably lighter and began vocalizing in a way she never had before. Their regular veterinarian has the girls on annual blood work and urinalysis. Cassie’s last test results confirmed the changes were due to an overactive thyroid.

We had three choices: medicine administered twice daily or surgery or the Radioactive Iodine Therapy. Because giving Cassie a pill twice a day, every day, for the rest of her life, would significantly shorten our lives due to blood loss from scratches, that one was out! The surgery didn’t have a high enough success rate and she might still need medication. That left treatment with Iodine-131, which has a success rate of 96% after only one treatment. It costs a small fortune, but we knew she was never going to go off to Harvard or Yale, so we raided her college fund!

Barring any complications, Cassie will be home Wednesday. Maybe we’ll frame the receipt from her therapy and get her a teeny, tiny mortarboard...


: : Update: 3:45 p.m. Tuesday
We just got a phone call from Cassie’s veterinary specialist. Cassie came through the procedure with flying colors! Yay!

Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (1929 - 1968)

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Inauguration Info

It’s difficult to believe that on Tuesday, President-Elect Barack Obama will, at long last, become the 44th President of the United States of America. The last eight years have been such a blight on this country and the damage has by no means been confined within our borders. As I watched Barack Obama and Joe Biden travel by train from Philadelphia to Washington D.C. yesterday, I couldn’t help but wonder if their shoulders are broad enough to handle the tremendous burdens facing us. But it won’t be just their shoulders alone, it will be all of us. From members of the President’s Cabinet to the Congress to every citizen, as well as world leaders and folks all around the world. So many of us want to rise up and out of the complex financial and geopolitical morass we are mired in. The challenge is enormous; we are all charged with working on the solutions.

The best source of information during this transition of power from the current Bush-Cheney administration to the Obama-Biden administration has been the Change.gov website. If you are looking for all the details on the upcoming inauguration, the Presidential Inaugural Committee’s website is the place to go.

Shepard Fairey, Meet George

South Carolina native and Rhode Island School of Design graduate Shepard Fairey, created an iconic poster of (then candidate) Barack Obama during the 2008 United States presidential campaign. Recently, Paste Magazine launched a webpage where you can create your own version of Shepard Fairey’s Obama “HOPE” poster. When you go to ObamaIcon.me you can upload your own image to the site and then, using a very simple interface, adjust the red, blue and cream color sliders until you achieve the desired result. You can also customize the word at the bottom of the poster.

ObamaIcon.me advises you upload a photo in a ping “.png” format. The most successful replication of the Fairey image occurs when you lift the bust of the person you want to transform out of a photograph and lay it on a transparent background. The transparent format allows Fairey’s blue and red split background to be revealed. I used the Magnetic Lasso tool in Photoshop to select my Dad from a copy of the photograph I posted yesterday. Then I used the Move tool to drag and drop Dad over onto a new transparent document. Finally, I saved that new document as a .png file.

Many thanks to Morgan for pointing me in the ObamIcon.me direction. She posted about it last Wednesday. But the website has been so popular, it took me this long to get to it when it was up and running properly. I think Paste Magazine has amped it up now so that it is much easier and quicker to use.

Dad

You’ll have to imagine his deep, blue eyes.


That’s my Dad, George, around age 18. He wasn’t just a good looking fellow. He was a real gentleman and a genuinely nice guy, with a great sense of humor. Had the Alzheimer’s not taken him, Dad would have been 89 years old today. But he passed 21 years ago next month, at the age of 68. The acute grief of the early years has long since eased. But there are so many times when I wish I could tell Dad something; share something with him; make him laugh; tell him I love you and thank you once again.

For instance, when we bought an HD-TV and tuned in to a sports network, I thought: “Man, Dad would have loved watching Bruins’ hockey or the Patriots play football on a television like this!” Back when we first had access to UHF in the mid 1970s, the Boston Bruins’ matches were broadcast on channel 38 out of Boston. Dad would get the tiny black and white TV set up "just so" in the northernmost bedroom on the second story of our home in Rhode Island. Then he would painstakingly adjust the rabbit ear antennas until a snowy, static-y picture emerged. I don’t think he could even see the puck for the snow, so HD-TV would have been a revelation!

Other times when I miss my Dad are food related. When we first discovered the beer from the microbrewery in Bar Harbor, I wanted Dad to try it. It was the same thing with Ethiopian and Eritrean food. Dad enjoyed spicy, exotic meals and I think he would have gotten a kick out of eating the Injera soaked with lamb and chicken dishes, heavy with berbere sauce.

But I miss Dad most when I’m happy. Family was everything to Dad. His career was secondary; primarily a means to provide for all of us. I’m lucky to still be able to talk with my Mom every day. And Mom has been able to be at her grandchildren’s weddings and other festive occasions. Yet those are the moments when I think how much Dad would have treasured, celebrated and loved being there in the middle of his joyous, laughing, dancing loved ones. Then again, those are the moments when he really is with us most intensely in spirit.

Happy Birthday Dad. Thank you for everything. I love you.