You can send yourself an e-mail time capsule via Forbes. I’m going to schedule a message to be delivered to me ten years from now. I’ll remind my future self about how grim the world seemed back in 2005 and express my hope that the world is a better place in 2015. I might include a couple recent blog entries to show him what was going through his head when he was still young and stupid. I’ll urge my future self to keep writing, to keep taking the occasional risk, to not be too hard on myself if I’m still single and to not take my partner for granted if I’m with someone, to remember what is was like to be thirty-two.
The proposed House budget cuts are the target of some much-deserved criticism; criticism that it is coming from both progressives and religious leaders. The House budget makes severe cuts to several programs that serve low-income Americans, including Medicaid, funding for student loans, funding for food stamps, funding for child care.
For decades, Republicans have regarded America’s poor with an almost pathological animosity. The Republican narrative of poverty is one of laziness, weakness, and other character flaws. In other words, if you’re poor, it’s your fault. What’s more, Republicans have demonized the poor, portraying them as welfare queens and king who feed like parasites on the labor of hard-working Americans. All of this, of course, is a myth. Most low-income families are working families who struggle to meet the basic needs of life.
Republicans characterize these cuts as necessary to pay the costs related to post-Katrina recovery, as well as to bring spending under control. Let’s put aside the fact that Katrina funds are a one-time expense that will have little effect on the deficit. I’m all for a balanced budget, but I have sincere doubts about conservatives’ sincerity in this matter. Why? In the next phase of budget planning, the House will consider a $70 billion tax cut package. Even with $50 billion in cuts (the target established in the House), that still leaves a $20 billion deficit.
These proposed cuts have nothing to do with fiscal responsibility. They are a naked display of a cruel and selfish ideology, perpetuated by a party that has abandoned all principles of responsible governance. They also illustrate the utter contempt these lawmakers must feel for so many of their fellow Americans.
But there is hope. The scope of these cuts is making many moderate Republicans nervous. In the end, they might be enough to restore some sanity to our nation’s budget priorities.
Amazon is planning something called Amazon Upgrade, which will allow customers to access purchased books through any web browser. It’s not the portable high-res book reader that I keep pining for, but we’re getting closer. I’d love to be able to read my books from my computer while I’m doing something else in the background, like backing up files or downloading, er, completely legal media files. Of course, Amazon gets to pitch some added value to their products and give people an extra incentive to order books from Amazon exclusively. I’m sure other businesses are planning similar models, including Google (which has recently resumed scanning books into their Google Print service). After a series of hiccups and false starts, books are following music and video into the future. Seems a little backward, doesn’t it?
I voted early in Minneapolis’ upcoming election today. The mayor is up for reelection, as is the City Council and the Library and Park Boards. I’m lending my support to the incumbent mayor, R.T. Rybak. Rybak was handed a city budget in shambles when he came to office, but he has done a commendable job of putting the city on surer financial footing. He has also spearheaded several neighborhood revitalization projects in areas that desperately need them, particularly the North Side. I also like his energy and his ability to promote Minneapolis as a livable, increasingly diverse city.
His challenger, Peter McLaughlin, simply hasn’t given me sufficient reason to believe that a change is necessary. I’m also not thrilled with McLaughlin’s recent second-guessing regarding the established Hennepin County smoking ban.
It will be a close election, but I’m looking forward to seeing what Rybak can do for the city with another four years in office.
I meant to post this amusing little story sooner, but other things kept coming up. Last week, I was on my way to work in the morning, a day like any other. We had just turned right on 6th Street when I heard a car horn blaring immediately behind us. At the next red light, the same car pulled alongside us and the driver rolled down his window. He accused my nurse of cutting him off and then proceeded to hurl various epithets at my nurse, “motherfucker” being the preferred term of choice. The gentleman also articulated a desire to beat my nurse’s ass. He was still swearing at us when the light turned green and we drove away.
Here’s my question. If it had come to fisticuffs, what would my role have been? Cheerleader? Future witness for the prosecution? I wonder if I could have represented my nurse in a civil action for battery and collected a tidy contingency fee. And is it wrong to wonder such things after the fact?
Civilization IV and Age of Empires III (or AoE 3 in geekspeak) were recently released and I’d like to give them both a spin. But I know if I do that, work on the book will grind to a halt. Because it’s impossible to play “a little” of either game. When you sit down to play one of these games, you can actually feel hours of your life being sucked out of you. It feels kind of weird at first, but you get used to it. Hmm…maybe if I just play on weekends…no, no, I must not give in. But once the book is done, I’m going to take a month or two off of any writing project and get my game on (but don’t worry, blogging will continue).
I totally need to get one of those standing wheelchairs. I went to a friend’s birthday at a tapas bar here in Minneapolis and the all the tables and chairs rose about a foot or two above my forehead. I run into this kind of arrangement a lot in trendy, upscale bars and restaurants. I certainly don’t want to dictate aesthetics in these places, but if owners are going to go that route, then I want a a forklift on standby so that I can be at eye-level with my friends and not feel like a toddler who left his booster seat at home.
My friend did like the mix CD I created as a present for her. Not to brag, but I give excellent mix CD. It’s all about the pacing, baby.
It’s great to see Democrats playing hardball with the Republicans. Today’s strategic decision by Minority Leader Reid to call for a closed-door Senate session refocuses the media’s (and the public’s) attention on the war, just when the Bush administration was hoping to take back control of the news cycle. I’m beginning to admire Reid’s skills as a tactician. The focus on Iraq comes at an appropriate time, given the fact that October was an especially bloody month for American forces stationed there. The Republicans will undoubtedly try to portray this as a Democratic “trick” or “stunt,” but I think most people are beginning to feel like they were bamboozled into this war. And the Democrats are learning how to use that public frustration to their advantage.
Before you slip off into a diabetic coma after stealing half of your kid’s Halloween candy (or from scarfing down that whole bag of Reese’s Miniatures you bought at Target), check out these photoshopped versions of classic art featuring a menagerie of nefarious characters. I especially like facehugger getting cozy with Norman Rockwell.
The other day, I was going through some of my e-mail archives. I’m something of a digital pack rat and I tend to save e-mails that I think I might want to read again someday. My archive goes back to 1998 (it would go back further, but I seem to remember some kind of system crash that caused me to lose a bunch of older messages) and going through it has evoked a mixture of nostalgia and embarrassment. There are the tentative e-mail exchanges with potential employers while I was still a law student, the back-and-forth between my brother and I as we planned for a trip to Los Angeles, the silly little newsgroup flame wars I got into as a way of proving how intelligent and clever I was, the messages from the med student on whom I had a galaxy-sized crush (and my carefully composed and wincingly overearnest replies), the random correspondence with friends and family as we made plans for a dinner or a weekend visit or a marathon evening of gaming on my computer, the messages from friends and colleagues I haven’t seen or thought of in years.
When I’m gone, I like to think that my e-mail archive will be the best available record as to what kind of person I was. It does a pretty good job of recounting the transitory ephemera of my adult life, as well as illustrating the more immutable passions and eccentricities that made me…well, me. Maybe some distant descendant will collect all of this crap and make a school report out of it or something.
