Tonight I was trying to remember the title of the movie "Mrs. Henderson Presents," that one where Judy Densch opens a burlesque theater in London during WWII; but what came out of my brain was, "Mrs. Havisham's All Nude Review."
This is almost as bad as when I was trying to say something about "Bridget Jones' Diary" but said, instead, "Julie Brownback and the Book of Lies."
Over the last six months, we've spent about a thousand bucks on the rats. Admittedly, most of those costs are non-recurring fees, but still. That's a lot for two animals that would otherwise be used as snake food.
I am writing a post for Curbed that I think is one of the finest things I have ever written, but I need more puns about palm trees. I already have one about "eating out of the palm of your hand" and one about being caught "red-palmed" and one about "bidding you a frond farewell." MORE PLEASE!!!
Oh here we go again. Maine just got the freedom to marry, but now they might be voting in just a few months to take it away again. Geez. <a href="http://www.actblue.com/page/mainefreedomtomarry">Open up your wallets -- they need cash.</a>
Oh good grief I was so busy trying to get the word out about my Stop8 video that I nearly forgot to post about it on my own blog. For heaven's sake. Well anyway here it is.
YouTube commenters are behaving pretty much as you'd expect.
Awhile back, I was reading that almonds contain tiny amounts of cyanide -- not enough to hurt a person, but enough to sicken or kill a rat. So I've been really paranoid about keeping almonds out of reach of the boys. Of course, they managed to get into a bag of almonds anyway, and guess what -- no signs of illness! So, I set out to determine whether or not this cyanide thing is actually true.
The short answer: it isn't.
The long answer is a little more complicated. Bitter almonds contain prussic acid, which turns into cyanide when you eat it. Heating a bitter almond will neutralize the cyanide (I'm not entirely clear how that works, or how much it needs to be heated). So, yes, if you have bitter almonds, don't eat them raw!
But you don't have to worry. It's illegal to sell raw bitter almonds in the US. (It is legal to sell foods that contain processed bitter almonds, though; and I'm not sure whether those foods are required to be cyanide-free.) So if you have a bag of raw almonds, and you got them in this country, they are not bitter -- they're the sweet variety. Specifically, you probably have the nonpareil variety, which has no prussic acid at all.
So, the moral of the story: go ahead and feed them to your rats.
You already knew that Jesse Helms and Orrin Hatch are snarling
shitbags, right? Well, take a look at this little tidbit that I learned
as I was reading about the dreadful origins of the song "Dixie":
In a widely publicized and controversial incident, Senator Jesse Helms deeply offended Carol Moseley Braun, the first black woman in the Senate and the only black Senator at the time.[106][107][108][109][110] Soon after the Senate vote on the Confederate flag insignia, which opponents saw as an overt symbol of racism - both for the history of racial slavery in the United States and for establishment of Jim Crow laws, Helms ran into Moseley Braun in an elevator.[110]
Helms turned to his friend, Sen. Orrin Hatch (R.-Utah), and said,
"Watch me make her cry. I'm going to make her cry. I'm going to sing 'Dixie' until she cries."[111] He then proceeded to sing the song about "the good life" during slavery to Moseley Braun.[112][113] Helms later blocked Moseley Braun's nomination to be U.S. ambassador to New Zealand.[110] Braun served in New Zealand as US ambassador from 1999 to 2001.
Ugh. Good riddance to Jesse Helms. It's a shame he didn't die at the end of a rope.
Christopher has had a bit of a sniffle for the past week or so -- have you ever heard a rat sneeze? It is peculiar. So we brought him to the vet today. It was his first time out of the house since he arrived back in January.
It was not a fun time for him, alas. The vet alarmed him. The flashlight she shone in his nose alarmed him. The stethoscope she put against his chest to listen to his breathing alarmed him. And he was especially alarmed when he found antibiotic being squirted into his mouth.
We're going to have to keep administering a liquid antibiotic for another 10 days. Our first attempt this evening to get it into him was ... contentious. A fair amount of it wound up on our hands and sleeves. Have you ever tried to put 3 drops of medicine into a sneezing rat? It is messy.
Look at that, a #hashtag in a blog post! What strange times we live in.
Anyway, this weekend I went to the Courage Campaign's training event in Oakland. It's basically just a re-skinning of Camp Obama, with equality as the new campaign. It was pretty packed -- maybe 200 or so people -- and fairly busy, running from 9 to 5 both days. The time was split between speeches, applause, tips & tricks, strategy briefings, more applause, practice sessions, and also applause. Clap clap clap. I found some of it a little too woo-woo California-crunchy for my tastes -- the motto of the event was "Respect, Empower, Include" -- but I understand that most humans are not like me and they really need that stuff. So, they got plenty of it.
(Sidenote: I've lived in SF for 8 years, and that was the first time I've ever gotten off the BART before Berkeley. Did you know Oakland is a real city, with office buildings and bus stops and electricity? Who knew!)
It would be impossible to sum up everything that happened this weekend, but here are what I think were some of the most important points. Really, what it all comes down to is marketing. Of course they didn't call it that, but most of what we did was just honing a sales pitch. Tell Good Stories About Why Marriage Equality Matters to You
There's tricks to telling good stories:
Paint a vivid, specific scenario
Express the emotions of the people in the story
Describe a difficult choice that someone faced
Explain the situation and emotion that resulted from that choice
There were a lot of great real-life examples -- running away from home, shame, parents' fears, returning to church. It was like This American Life.
It's important to know what your story is (they called it your "story of self," which sounds a little too poetic for me), and to be able to tell it in just a minute or two. You can persuade a lot of people by telling them a heartfelt story.
Persuade Through Agreement
One of the women leading the training was a former lawyer -- a really really good one. She had fantastic tips:
Talking AT people never works. Talk WITH them.
That means listening and asking questions. Your mouth should be closed at least 50% of the time.
Figure out what you want the outcome of the conversation to be -- you don't have to fully convince someone, often it's enough to just plant the seed of an idea.
Most importantly: help people discover what you are saying on their own. Don't try to force them with arguments: instead, shift their perspective. Show them a new way of looking at things.
You do that by listening. Find out who you're talking to, and what they want. Start by agreeing with them; and then gradually move from a point of common agreement so that they can see how you got from point a to point b.
Don't hit them with arguments -- on marriage equality, people aren't thinking, they're feeling. Know your evidence and arguments backwards and forwards; but only pull them out after you've spent time listening, acknowledging, finding common ground, and exchanging feelings.
I hate all this stuff. Emotions! Pah! But it's really interesting how well humans respond to it. They are curious mammals.
Why Do People Vote Against Us?
Potential allies tend to cite these three reasons for opposing gay couples:
Faith
Tradition
Children
Remember, they're not thinking, they're feeling. So it doesn't work to just say, "there is no threat to faith," or "marriage has been changed many times," or "this doesn't effect schools." At best, people will say, "oh, I suppose you're right," but their tone of voice will say, "I know you're right, but I think I'm right too; and I believe me instead of you."
Fortunately, we got some very good training in how to have productive conversations on all three topics. A key point: telling your own personal story. But there's more to it than that, a whole process of acknowledging the values of your potential ally and finding common ground and asking questions.
I'm not sure if we're supposed to be talking about that training, or if they want to keep it under wraps. In my opinion, keeping it secret is the worst thing they could do; but maybe there's some reason they don't want it to fall into enemy hands. I'll post more about it if I get permission to do so.
So, there you have it: tell good stories; perusade through agreement; anticipate certain arguments and know how to discuss them. It was a very good weekend.
My next step, I think, is going to be to spread this information. We learned so much valuable stuff, but there were only a few hundred of us. Some of it was difficult, and could only be learned in an immersion experience like Camp Courage. But other stuff -- like practicing your own personal story -- is something that everyone can do. And everyone should have access to the tips that we had at the camp. So, over the next few weeks, I'll work on ways to help people learn the things that I learned.
"The child must be presumed by law enforcement to have been kidnapped by
someone who is not a member of your family..."
"This tax treatment will cease to apply as of your first tax year beginning
after the calendar year in which either there is a determination that the
child is dead or the child would have reached age 18, whichever occurs first."
Last night, I dreamed that I quit my job at the bakery/barber shop. This was difficult news for the Italian owner to take. "Whatsa matta you," he said, and hugged me. Then he got serious, and stopped having an outrageous accent. "Before you go," he said, "you must solve one more mystery for me." He unscrewed the base of a barber chair to show me some clues. And that's how I began The Case of the New Jersey Colognes.
Irritatingly, I don't have any memory of what the clues were, or what the actual mystery was. It's like my brain is serving me teaser-trailers for someone else's more interesting dreams.
Updating/re-imagining of the classic John Badham film where Number 5, one of a group of experimental military robots, undergoes a sudden transformation after being struck by lightning. He develops self-awareness, consciousness, and a fear of the reprogramming that awaits him back at the factory. With the help of a young woman, Number 5 tries to evade capture and convince his creator that he has truly become alive.
Did I ever tell you about the time that we bought a television? What a day! Actually it took two days. One for research and another to find a store. I evaluated LCDs and plasmas, and I figured I might as well post the results here.
Here's the criteria I used:
Brand Reliability
Picture Quality
Screen Size
Viewing angle
# of component inputs
# of HDMI inputs
# of DVI inputs
Ease of Use
I scored each TV from 1-100 based on how they met each of the criteria. It was a weighted score, so for example the brand reliability was weighted more heavily than the number of DVI inputs.
Here's how the plasmas stacked up:
Panasonic TH-42PZ700U : 68
Panasonic TH-42PX77U : 65.1
Samsung HP-T426 : 63.4
Panasonic TH-50PX75U : 62
Samsung HP-T5064 : 59.3
Hitachi UltraVision P42T501 : 57.6
Samsung HP-T4254 : 56.3
Hitachi P50H401 : 55.4
LG 42PC5D : 54.9
LG 50PC5D : 53.9
Vizio JV50P : 52.4
Sanyo DP50747 : 52.2
Vizio P50HDTV : 48.8
Norcent PT-5045HD : 46.8
Vizio Maximvs VM60PHDTV10A : 37.3
Maxent MX-58HPT51 : 37.3
And here's how the LCDs stacked up. We wound up getting the Sony at the top, I think.
I just updated my iPhone syncing settings so that it talks to my Google contacts. Weirdly, that's had the effect of totally re-arranging the order in which Google tries to autocomplete email addresses. I used to type "James" and get my James at the very top; now he's five names down in the list, and at the top is a guy whose last name is James. If I'm not careful, I'll send a flirty message to the managing director of the Courage Campaign.
One of the people we live with has started receiving "Internatually," a nudist magazine. I had always wondered why he, a relatively placid and undemonstrative person, went to Burning Man, and now I have the unpleasant answer.
