Saturday, February 28, 2004

Saturday Night's All Right

Elton John
Bernie Taupin

It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer

My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys
And my old lady she don't care
My sister looks cute in her braces and boots
A handful of grease in her hair

Don't give us none of your aggravation
We had it with your discipline
Saturday night's alright for fighting
Get a little action in

Get about as oiled as a diesel train
Gonna set this dance alight
`Cause Saturday night's the night I like
Saturday night's alright alright alright

Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight
I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right
I may use a little muscle to get what I need
I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"

A couple of the sound that I really like
Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike
I'm a juvenile product of the working class
Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass

Sweet Painted Lady

Elton John
Bernie Taupin

I'm back on dry land once again
Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain
We're all hunting honey with money to burn
Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned

If the boys all behave themselves here
Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear
You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight
Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright

So she lays down beside me again
My sweet painted lady, the one with no name
Many have used her and many still do
There's a place in the world for a woman like you

Oh sweet painted lady
Seems it's always been the same
Getting paid for being laid
Guess that's the name of the game

Forget us we'll have gone very soon
Just forget we ever slept in your rooms
And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds
Where love's just a job and nothing is said

The Perception of Intimacy

Interesting piece about Viagra research going nowhere when it comes to women:
Indeed, getting a woman to connect arousal and desire, Dr. Legato said, requires exquisite timing on a man's part and a fair amount of coaxing. "What we need to do is find a pill for engendering the perception of intimacy," she said.
Thanks to Scripting for the link. There's an Elton John song this reminds me of ... I have to remember which one. It has a line about something like hunting for honey with money ...

Hot Saturday Night Bath

Just what the doctor ordered. Love a bubble bath followed by blueberry body butter.

Minor Miracle

This POM pomegranate juice is perhaps -- according to them -- a minor miracle. I just hope it helps me get rid of this cold and it's got to be more interesting than all the standard fluids I've been forcing for two days. Bottoms up.

Blogroll Building

Been meeting so many cool people and reading so many great blogs, I'm going to start adding a big bunch of them to my blogroll. If I've forgotten you, email me your link. Thanks.

What I Meant By My "10 Trends of Political Blogging"

At the O'Reilly Emerging Democracy Conference on February 9th, 2004, I spoke about 10 Trends of Political Blogging, but some of my points were not too clear -- so I wanted to explain them. (One thing I missed completely which I think will have a lot of impact this year is the gay marriage issue.) Alll my new comments are in italics.

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I think these are the issues that will matter this election year.

1. Political blogs are simply political. Regular-people-telling-the-truth-about-their-lives blogs are subversive and radical. [I love to read the politico-blogs but learn more about the way the country is going from the day-to-day blogs.]

2. The blog swarm giveth, the blog swarm taketh away. (What bloggers write about -- jump all over -- swarm all over -- put at the top of the charts -- these issues can define the discussion, not because they are necessarily more correct, more fascinating or more important -- but because they are so FAST AND FRESH.) [Let's watch and see how this affects the elections at key junctures.]
3. FDR: "We have nothing to fear but fear itself." Bush: "We have nothing so profitable as fear and fear itself." [Nothing has given this administration free reign like the terrorism and anti-patriotic memes. Making people fearful has allowed them to write blank checks and condemn anyone who disagrees with their policies as anti-American.]

4. Cheney is not, and never has been the Vice President. [See this link to a conversation between Imus and Andrea Mitchell. They were talking about Karen Hughes leaving as Bush's right-hand person and whether Mary Matalin might want to leave Cheney to work for Bush. Mitchell's comments make it clear the Mary would be crazy to leave the guy who's really running things -- Cheney -- to work for the mouthpiece guy -- Bush. When I said this, I meant Cheney has been behind everything and he's never been visible and the press has done a completely lousy job of uncovering what the heck he IS DOING. Cheney is all about power -- in the way corporate bigwigs are all about power and operate often with no regard for the welfare of others, the country or the environment. He's never been a politician, with some altruistic sense that he's serving the people. And I can't believe how the media have allowed him to remain untouchable and un-reported-upon.]

5. "It's the credit card economy, stupid." [I'm referring to two things here. 1. the indebted middle class and, 2. Bush's ballooning deficit. More people are in more debt than ever before and this will mean a lot of bankruptcy and a lot of shaky economic ground for the evaporating middle class. These people will be wild cards in the election. Also, Bush's deficit blindness and pretending not to notice what all that debt will do to the future of the country will cost him moderates and many Republicans, I think.]

6. There are no more Democrats. There are no more Republicans. [All the core constituencies of both parties are getting very shaken up. Unions are hardly leading the Democratic agenda these days. Fiscal conservatives seem to be out of step with top Republican initiatives. I think we're seeing a transformation of politics away from a binary model and I'm not at all sure where we are headed, but we may be looking at more than 2 parties and even then, the Dem and the Reps will not be who they were even two decades ago.]

7. We should kiss Europe's ass for reminding us who we are as a nation and who we must be and who we can not be. [The push-back from Germany, France and others in Europe about going into Iraq doesn't seem so crazy anymore.]

8. Remember the video of the LA Riots -- dads smashing store fronts, moms carrying away jumbo pack diapers. [This economy will not recover this year and this will make things very polarized this summer.]

9. The Diebold Riots will not be pretty. [If there's any sense that voting procedures are the least bit fishy, all hell will break loose.]

10. Blogs opened our hearts, our minds, our lives. Dean opened our hopes. Meetup opened our homes. Can you spell C-O-M-M-U-N-I-T-Y? There is no going back. [Blogs are letting us share the stories of our lives. When we start realizing that others are going through the same difficulties that we are -- average joe blogger guy not getting a job unrelated to his personal skills, but because there ARE no jobs -- not being able to pay their bills, not because they are personally lazy, but because many people are having trouble paying bills in this economy -- not being able to pay their taxes because wealthy people made out under the Bush plan and average joe and 100's of his friends are also getting screwed -- all of that adds up, taking any reasonable thinking person from the PERSONAL to the POLITICAL. Blogs let you stop and think, "Hey, wait a minute ... maybe this is bigger than me."]

New Blogs

Trying to get some new blogs into my blog roll and my mind. Like this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this. And this.

No Shame 4:33am

There's no shame being awake at 4:33 am EST since it's that delightful Friday nighty 1:33 am in Californ-i-a and elsewhere, it's afternoon tea and nearly dinner and a hundred other slivers of time, like ripe melon on a plate, little sunny yellow and moony silver slices of time.

Fire up some IRC -- international raging chat -- and say hello to all the buddy pals in all the time zones. I wish whoeever is busy blowing a hole in the ozone would blow a hole instead in these zany time zones. They don't seem worth keeping around for much longer. They are just silly as a concept. We keep walking right over time zones and date lines in our slippers, sneakers, swim fins, slip-ons and spectator pumps. Time zones might as well float like currencies, yen and yawn and dollar and euro and wake-up calls from the front desk. Hotel room phones ringing a world away. Ringing the world awake.

One Big Bad Boyfriend -- The Way We Worked

I was talking to someone -- okay, okay, I'll come clean -- I was talking to ... no forget it, you don't need to know. Anyway we were talking about how your old job sucked. Anybody's old job. Everybody's old job. Your old job was like one big bad boyfriend -- you knew there was everything wrong with the relationship, but you just weren't sure how to get out, until he dumped you.

And you hung around the house loveless, but free. You hung around the house jobless, but free. You learned to live with less. You were jobless but FREE for a while, for QUITE a while and then one day you realized, you'd never go back. Hell no we won't go.

Memories of the way we were. Memories of the way we worked. I mean THE WAY WE USED TO WORK. I mean when we were OFFICE CAGE MONKEYS. When you went selling your body -- yes, you were selling your body like a hooker -- to an office from 9:00 to 5:00 and they kept coming by to check to see if your monkey butt was still in your swivelly chair. That was the idea of work. Even in 1999. It was no different from 1899 really. That's the strangest part of it, that we didn't notice in a century it hadn't changed the littlest bit, but then it changed big time. But now you don't have to sell your monkey butt no more. The song has changed.

This is that stealthy side of this "jobless recovery" -- very off the grid -- but hard to explain, even harder to imagine how we go from here. That we won't have THOSE jobs anymore, they are gone like one big bad boyfriend. And instead we cobble together something else. Something we can live with. Something that's about living first, working second.

We say, "here's what I can do, here's what I need you to pay me." And we make it clear that stepping into their monkey cage is just not going to happen -- well, to be fair, maybe it will -- once a month, not much more.

And we say to someone else, "here's what I can do, here's what I need you to pay me." And we say it again. And we say it again. And we say it again. Until we have a portfolio of bosses and if one of them gets out of hand, we tell them "We're terribly sorry, but we're going to have to let you go." We don't cry when they leave, because we remember they didn't cry when they dumped us either. And we can replace them with a new boss.

I saw this called "Boss Diversification" by Scott Adams in an article a long time ago. He was absolutely dead-on.

Shopping Late At Night

I like the feeling too. I like doing a lot of things at the wrong time.
I love grocery shopping at night, when it's quiet and the store is mostly empty. Especially in a large, nice grocery store. I used to do it quite a bit when I werked from home, when my schedule was all backward.

It wasn't even particularly late today when I went - 10pm - but it's pretty late for most people to do their shopping in this area. I have my choice of parking spots in a normally packed lot.

It's nice to be able to walk leisurely through the store without bumping into people, and I don't mind the boxes they've set out into some of the aisles to start restocking. In fact, I think I find it sort of comforting in an odd way. It's a little like being backstage at a theatre.

It seems that the night staff is more laid back, too. . . Or is it me? The cashier and I hold a lazy conversation as he packs the groceries, unhurriedly.

Outside again, the night air is warm. I walk slowly to the car, swinging my grocery bags slightly. I should do this more often.

Friday, February 27, 2004

Just Like


Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

Oh Geneva My Girl

Okay, okay, I admit, I'm on a complete NYQUIL KILL-ME-NOW high. Just half out of my feverish brain. My throat -- I wish I could describe it -- feels like some very narrow, rigid garden hose -- not good at all and everytime I swallow I think maybe it will just stop working -- feels like I'm swallowing sand, not saliva -- and did they call it saliva so you know if you've got some you're still ALIVA? My cough sounds delightful like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together in a rugby brawl. Dry, rough, not good.

Anyway, I gathered enough girl power this morning to call Sprint and actually pay them -- they have a nasty habit of expecting you to pay them or they turn your phone off -- and I was kindof liking the thing OFF -- it's a rude little thing, ringing or beeping or vibrating at the most inconvenient times. And I was wondering if I even really wanted to stick with Sprint now that your phone number, as well as your fingers can do the walking.

So I called Sprint and this nice woman answers and I ask her what her name is and she says her name is Geneva and that's a stopper for a person like me with a weird name and I said, "What a beautiful name. Have you ever been there?" And I instantly knew I shouldn't have asked because she sounded like someone stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis blues again.

Geneva said, "Where?"

"Geneva," I said.

She laughed like it was the weirdest idea in the world to actually stop being a Sprint Customer Service Representative and get on a plane to Geneva, "No, never been there," she said.

"You should go, save your money," I said, "or get a guy to take you there."

We were definately off script, I could tell by her nervous pauses.

"Listen Geneva, I just paid my bill electronically with your phone system and then I watched as you guys sucked it out of my bank account -- I saw it -- right here on my computer, it took like, I don't know, like 12 seconds, it was so fast, you wouldda loved it, but then you guys are saying I have to wait 12 hours for my service to be restored -- what's the deal? 12 seconds to take my money, 12 hours to get service. Not fair, what can you do for me, Geneva?"

She was mumbling something ... something like, "Up to 12 hours, sometimes it can be faster." I could tell she was up to something, something she wasn't supposed to be doing, but still reading from the script.

It's a girl thing -- I knew she was flipping a switch or clicking a box or something, I could tell -- girl intuition. I backed down. Everyone hassles her all day long, I figured.

So I say, "Hey, Geneva, thanks for your help and have a great day." And she perked up, "You too." And I know just by the way she said it, that it wasn't on the script.

I hung up. I looked at my phone.

I looked at my stored numbers.

I punched a button -- the thing dialed -- my friend answered -- WAY TO GO GENEVA!

Makeout City

Makeout City is really good. I think I haven't blogrolled it because everytime I think of doing so -- I'm never sure if Jay would rather have me list it under Makeout or under McCarthy or Jay or City or WHAT. Let me know, man.

Remember "all you need are kisses to start a makeout party."

Coins In The Pocket Of My PJ's

For some reason, when I'm sick, I paddle around the house in my pink pj's with coins in the big square patch pockets on the front of the top of the jackety part. I do not have a newstand or a vending machine in my humble abode. I do not intend to go anywhere and spend this money. I don't even know why I have it rattling around in my pocket.

It does make me feel safe for some reason. Like those dying Irish people who want to put coins on their eyelids to pay the River Styx guy, it just seems lucky to have some pocket money on me, in case my sickness gets dire. It's good to leave this world with some spending money. Gotta have it if you're gonna visit that big mall in the sky.

Not to worry, I'm nowhere near that sick. I am a lousy sick person. The whole thing makes me mad and I am ansy as shit trying to just get back to WELLSVILLE. I'm blessed with darned fine health and don't get sick much -- here it is nearly March and this is my first cold this winter I believe. I seem to consider illness some very bad bus ride I never signed up for. I wish they'd pull over and let me out at the next station. I can walk my way back to HEALTHYTOWN faster.

Just Plain Sick

I've got a cold that just won't quit. So can you take Nyquil during the day? I know there's something called Dayquil, but I just wanna hide under the covers and get better.

Thursday, February 26, 2004

Alpha Females

So the lemurs have something to say on the subject of alpha females -- I fear they are a little rough on the guys.

Leader Of The Pack

I'm actually doing some research on alpha males -- here's some dog pack info. I need more background on alpha females -- that's the angle I'm really getting interested in.

Weinberger New Harvard Berkman Fellow

Big congratulations to David Weinberger who was named a Berkman Fellow today by Harvard Law School's Berkman Center for Internet & Society. Bravo!

Is It About Howard Stern or Free Speech?

You know what I think -- whether you like Stern or not, it's NOT about him. It's about free speech and it's not okay. Check out Jeff Jarvis on the subject.

Can We Save The Corporate Soul?

I'm looking forward to meeting David Batstone this week who's written this interesting book called Saving The Corporate Soul.

One thing I find rather scary when it comes to Enron was the sense of moral "slippage" that took place. Can people really so drunk and caught up in a heady environment that they start thinking, "Well, if he did that, I might as well. If he thinks that's legal, well, I guess I'll go along with it." Didn't anyone (save Sharen Watkins, I guess) stop and say, "Hey wait a minute, this is amoral and possibly illegal?" Do people just not KNOW anymore what is ethical and what is unethical?

It brings the conversation around to moral absolutes of right and wrong. Are there absolute wrongs? When you take your kid to church every week and talk about these things, you hope you can keep answering their questions as they get bigger and bigger. My kid's almost up to my shoulder. When he's taller than I am, will I still have all the answers he needs?

JetBlue

I had a "above and beyond the call of duty" customer service experience on JetBlue recently. Just wanted to mention I think they are TERRIFIC. Their DirectTV in the back of each seat is also great -- you can watch CNN or MTV or whatever the whole flight -- or a terrific video of Cirque de Soleil.

And their blue chips are pretty cool too.

And the safety instructions card sits next to an additional card that has stuff on it like how to do yoga stretches in your seat and instructions to make the flight better like

1. Be Nice To Others

and other unusual but reasonable suggestions.

Check them out.

Joho Baby Cake

David Weinberger is puzzled by the classic Mardi Gras "King Cake" where they bake a little plastic baby inside the cake. He's right, the warning label is way weird "CHOKING HAZARD, NON-EDIBLE BABY INSIDE THIS CAKE!"

We had one at church on Sunday and ate a lot of slices trying to find that darned baby. Mardi Gras is all about partying as it ushers in Lent which is all about NOT partying, but giving up stuff. I'm still trying to decide what to give up for Lent. Chocolate is a usual choice, but I don't really want to go THAT far.

Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Blue Jello Nascar Racers

Yep, we have a Jello Nascar Racecar Mold that makes sleek bright blue raspberry racing car jigglers. Yes, life is sweet.

Untold Seismic Story

I think the fascinating thing about Bush's anti-gay stand is that he really doesn't think that gays matter! He doesn't think they are a political force! He doesn't think they are an economic force! He so totally does not "GET" who they are and what he's done!

And even if he understood their enormous positive influence in this country, he still doesn't understand the power of the heterosexual population who LOVE them. Does he not realize they have mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, cousins, neighbors, bosses, co-workers, subordinates, fellow church-goers, colleagues within industries, just scores and scores of people who love them and honor them and value them, who feel violated now?

The San Francisco marriages were a rumbling of something powerful to come -- joy and love escaping from deep under the Earth's surface. Something that could not be held back. Does Bush not know what new earthquake he's set loose?!?

He's Just Plain Right


Andrew Sullivan says it all today. I've cut and pasted the whole day's posts.

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THE WAR AND THE CONSTITUTION: It behooves me to wrestle with a question that many of you have asked me about. I have long been a strong supporter of this president's extraordinary leadership in the war on terror. He has made some mistakes, but I stand by his broader record entirely. This isn't because of some personal liking for Bush (although I've never been able to loathe him). My support for the war is inextricable from my love for America. When this country was attacked, like many others, I was distraught. I was enraged because America's promise of a new world had been threatened by a murderous gang of theocratic thugs. Call it the wrecking of an immigrant dream. I still believe passionately in taking this war to that enemy, of not apologizing for the United States, of opposing appeasement and weakness in the face of evil. As a gay man, I could also uncomplicatedly support a war against some of the most brutal homophobes on the planet, men who also targeted Jews and women and anyone who dissented from their theological bromides. It was because I believed in the Constitution of the United States that I felt no qualms in backing this president and in fighting rhetorical wars on his behalf - because that Constitution was under attack. I grew up in a country where there was no separation of church and state and had to attend a public high school that was anathema to my own religious faith. America has therefore always signified religious and political freedom to me. So when I wrote after 9/11 about the threat of religious fundamentalism abroad, this is how I finished my essay:

In this sense, the symbol of this conflict should not be Old Glory, however stirring it is. What is really at issue here is the simple but immensely difficult principle of the separation of politics and religion. We are fighting not for our country as such or for our flag. We are fighting for the universal principles of our Constitution, and the possibility of free religious faith it guarantees.

The religious fanatics of 9/11 despise the American Constitution exactly because it guarantees equality under the law, freedom of conscience and separation of church and state. The war I have supported is a war, ultimately, in defense of that Constitution. And that is why I am so committed to it.

THE PRESIDENT'S CONTRADICTION: So you can see, perhaps, why the bid to write anti-gay discrimination into this very Constitution provokes such a strong response from me - and so many other people, gay and straight, and their families. It robs us of something no one in this country should be robbed of - equality and inclusion in the founding document itself. When people tell me that, in weighing the political choices, the war on terror should trump the sanctity of the Constitution, my response is therefore a simple one. The sanctity of the Constitution is what we are fighting for. We're not fighting just to defend ourselves. We are fighting to defend a way of life: pluralism, freedom, equality under the law. You cannot defend the Constitution abroad while undermining it at home. It's a contradiction. And it's a deeply divisive contradiction in a time of great peril.

THE NEED FOR UNITY: To those who say that this amendment is merely a codification of existing marriage law and doesn't target homosexuals, the answer is obvious. If it weren't for the possibility that gay couples might become equal under the law, this amendment wouldn't even exist. Pro-marriage amendments could have been introduced before now every year for decades - to ban no-fault divorce, for example. But none was. This one is entirely designed to single out gay couples for Constitutional exclusion. It therefore seems to me that I'm not the one who needs to defend his position. It's the president who has to answer to the charge that in wartime, he chose to divide this country over the most profound symbol there can be: the Constitution itself. I refuse, in short, to be put in a position where I have to pick between a vital war and fundamental civil equality. The two are inextricable. They are the same war. And this time, the president has picked the wrong side. He will live to be ashamed that he did.

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I love this guy.

Working Out

When do we decide to get fat? Sometimes, you just give up and stop working out and stop working at it and decide it's okay not to be fit. I think anyone who is battling a lot of weight and wins -- they are amazing. It's so much easier just to give up.

I've been volunteering at my son's early morning before-school fitness program and it's so great to see the way the kids play and work out before the bell rings and then they are stuck sitting at desks all day. Gets me all reved up too.

The good weather is coming back here and I just want to run and jump and walk and be outside all the time. One of the big problems with living in such a crazy climate as the Northeast is having to sit around much of the winter and not exercise. I HATE THAT.

Last year I went skiing tons, but this year was a winter of little snow and brutal cold -- not very inspiring when it comes to winter sports. They go from fun to dangerous when you more likely will get frostbitten than fit if you venture outside. I'm so glad it's nearly OVER.

So Slow

My email lately is moving at a snail's pace. I don't get it. Better check into what is going on.

Hit Me With Your Pet Shark

Sometimes I get the lyrics mixed up ...

Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
That's O.K., lets see how you do it
Put up your dukes, lets get down to it!
Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Fire Away!

You come on with a "come on", you don't fight fair
But that's O.K., see if I care!
Knock me down, it's all in vain
I'll get right back on my feet again!

Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Fire Away!

Well you're the real tough cookie with the long history
Of breaking little hearts, like the one in me
Before I put another notch in my lipstick case
You better make sure you put me in my place

Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Come On, Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Fire Away!

Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Why Don't You Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Hit Me With Your Pet Shark!
Fire Away!


Tuesday, February 24, 2004

He Actually Must Not Know Anyone Gay

That's all I can figure. Wait until Jenna Bush comes out. Whoa, Daddy! BTW, like everything else here at Halley's Comment, this is complete fiction, designed solely for your entertainment and amusement.

House Of Cards

What drug is Greenspan on? Despite record mountains of consumer debt, household finances are in good shape??? Everyone I talk to admits they are either:

1. in too much credit card debt;

2. are barely making ends meet;

3. have too much month at the end of the money;

4. filed for bankruptcy last week and are finally sleeping through the night for the first time in months.

You Didn't Really Need A Mortgage Anyway, Right?

Check this out. Bush will make sure we're all in rags pretty soon. Mitch Ratcliffe tells the tale in Red Herring.

The Cross He Bears

Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday week is as good a pick as any for launching Mel Gibson's movie "The Passion"

Hate When This Happens

Typepad is down I guess. I wanted to bi-blog the post below at my other blog, www.misbehaving.net, but I guess I'll just have to do it later. That's a place where you can add comments to my posts.

Girl Thing

Yesterday, the eye doctor I saw was a new doctor I hadn't seen before. All the doctors I'd seen at EyeBoston were men and I assumed WRONGLY this one would be too. But instead this doctor was a pretty redheaded woman who seemed a little standoffish at first. I'm one of five kids -- four girls and a boy -- so I spent most of my life before 21 (including attending an all women's college for 4 years) mobbed by girls, women, moms, aunts ... in short, FEMALES. I spent almost all my summers from age 10 to 18 in a summer beach town -- Orient, Long Island -- with three other families full of girls. My pre-age 21 life was all about estrogen. I was Harriet The Spy, Anne of Green Gables, Pippi Longstocking, B is for Betsy and every other spunky girl character you can imagine.

After college, taking a fateful step into a software firm in downtown Boston a week or so after graduation, changed everything. Once I started working there as a secretary and got cozy with a PDP-11 and began learning all about programming in assembly language (something I have no talent for, but did give me a window into all things computer-related), I seem to have spent the second half of my life mobbed by boys, men, male geeks, alpha male businessmen, salarymen, male professors ... in short, those of the testicular trade. I find the whole thing strange. It's as if I've gotten a chance to balance one side of my girl life out with a big dose of boy life -- including having a son instead of a daughter.

The woman doctor and I were both rather cordial and professional at first, but then ... I'm not sure what it was ... but some subject got the two of us GOING and we went into that thing that women seem so good at ... instant sorority-type blood sister BONDING. Within a few minutes we were telling all our stories, secrets, you name it. We were instantly talking about very intimate personal stuff.

Later, I walked back to the car with the male friend who took me to the eye appointment. (I can't drive myself since my eyes get all diliated and weird). We've become friends because he's been through eye surgery too and for a million other good reasons.

I was telling him something about a radio producer on public radio who had interviewed me the week before. It was about women bonding and women's networking ability and in particular the blog I'm involved in www.misbehaving.net and what I thought about how women will participate in, lead and innovate all forms of social software. He reasoned that we are naturals when it comes to connecting and communicating and networking.

My friend who was driving me home from the eye doctor is married with three kids, two daughters, one son, so he's had good experience with women's communication styles to test my theories.

I had told the radio guy and I told my friend that when it came to business, I found women were NOT that good at networking.

I honestly feel we are not ... and we were puzzling over this as we drove out of downtown Boston, past Mass General, over Longfellow Bridge, onto Memorial Drive, past MIT, past Harvard, watching the Charles River lose its hard crunchy ice. Also, he's an entrepreneur in high-tech, so that helped the discussion as we were both coming from the same place.

I told him about the doctor and our instant rapport. I told him it was NOT always that way in business with other women. In fact, it was often the opposite.

"But maybe there's nothing to compete over with the woman doctor," he said, "maybe like any underrepresented group -- say like African Americans in high-tech -- maybe women in high-tech know they are where they are, because they fill a "token" slot for a women in a given organization. If they help other women into their sphere, they run the risk of losing their position. Maybe it's not a good idea to encourage your competitors."

He had a good point. Maybe that IS part of the game. I hate to acknowledge it.

I mentioned speaking at conferences. "You're right. If there are 3 women on the program and 17 men and I suggest to the organizer that there's a great woman speaker they should consider, I run the risk of putting one of the three of us out of a speaking gig, not going to a 4 to 16 ratio."

And then I thought of that notion when it came to jobs, professorships, corporate board appointments. If I were one of three women on a ten-person corporate board and I recommended a great woman to join the board, I still believe she would be considered for a "woman board member slot" not for one of the ten slots and in some ways, women are still being treated like tokens -- a bit like pretty wallpaper to brighten up the boardroom. I'd be crazy to champion the person who could push me right off the board.

I've seen older women who have operated under this premise throughout my working life. They seem to betray their gender on an ongoing basis and are often very tightly aligned with the male power players in their area of expertise. It's a frustrating reality. They do not share their access to privilege. They are queens at court who only hire ugly, inept ladies-in-waiting, if at all. And those ladies will wait and wait and wait, never to be promoted and are dead meat if they're ever found messing around with the king.

I've been accused of doing this. This is actually NOT the way I operate. I'm trying hard to promte women in a number of public and not-so-public ways.

We talked about another angle. I volunteered this -- not him. I mentioned how men in groups often keep the conversation less PERSONAL than women do. In a work ssituation, men might challenge you, yell you down, battle a point with you, but there is often a feeling when the meetings over, there are no grudges held, it's on to the next thing. Again, maybe I'm wrong, but you can cross a woman and it can become a mess of hurt feelings and a very PERSONAL wrong. Hell really may have no fury like a woman scorned. Some have written about this and that men growing up in a sporting culture, being on teams at an early age and learning that one day you win, one day you lose, get better training in not taking everything personally. I know women reading this will absolutely crucify me for saying so, but I do think we take things so personally sometimes. More personally than business merits. It's just work, it's not the end of the world.

I told him I think it's much easier to deal with men in groups than women at times. Power is weilded overtly by men, women learn that being powerful is not attractive and we are often taught to be powerful in very passive aggressive ways. Maybe it's what we learn in families -- I don't know -- but there are dynamics afoot there. I know it's something we have to really examine as women get into more and more powerful positions in the world. Still, we're damned if we do and damned if we don't use our power openly. There's still a culture of powerful men looking decisive and powerful women looking like pushy bitches. I guess the issue is to figure out WHO is defining this? I hope lots of people disagree with me and tell me I'm OH SO WRONG about all of this and that we see powerful women in the same way we see powerful men.

Monday, February 23, 2004

What A Mess

I was talking to a friend about how it's hard to talk to people sometimes who are not parents. I don't mean to be rude, but being a parent teaches you a lot of things that non-parents will never grasp. You learn levels of forgiveness, patience and complete degradation most people without children never get to experience.

Like tonight, when my kid is really tired he often tries to raid the kitchen for something to EAT, instead of just going to sleep, even though it's obvious in a million ways he's not hungry, but exhausted. So he did a kamikaze attack on my fridge about 2 minutes before his bedtime and I caught him in the act and said, "Hey, Kitchen's CLOSED, it's time for bed." He was mad so he slammed the fridge door shut a little too forcefully.

I didn't back down, but sheparded him down the hall to his room and into bed. He was asleep -- no surprise -- in about 7 minutes. He was beat.

I go back into the kitchen to clean up.

I open the fridge.

There was a bottle of teriyaki sauce with the cap half on, standing in the fridge door area where we keep jams, jellies, relishes, sauces. He had upended the bottle when he slammed the door. There was thick, sticky, brown teriyaki sauce all over the bottom shelf of the fridge, soaked into everything -- a bag of flour, I had a plastic zip lock around most of it, but it still got the top edge, along with the cardboard box that holds Diet Cokes, a bunch of other dishes and food, and other boxes, all brown and sticky.

It was one of those messes that as you try to clean up, starts flowing everywhere and only gets worse. Edges of the fridge door frame, under the fridge on the floor. It was incredible where the stuff went -- and it look like a brown blood bath.

This is the fun stuff parents get to do at night. Of course, no kids will gever willingly go to sleep because they think the minute they close their eyes, all sorts of adult partying and fun starts up.

Oh yeah, nothing but one big party around here.

Ideo Ideas

If you don't know about Ideo, go check out their site. They come up with great stuff. Like this.

Get Your Butt In Gear

You know, it's almost bathing suit weather again -- AGGGGHHH!

20 Million LOUD

Check it out. Talk about rock the vote. If you're 18 to 30 we need to hear from you.

The Blog Post You'd Never See Here

I've been thinking of what might be the most unlikely blog post I can come up with. It wouldn't have to do with romance, wouldn't have to do with music, wouldn't have to do with kids, would have nothing to do with Boston ... okay, here goes.

Wait, it would have nothing to do with movies, little to do with religion, absolutely nothing to do with food, drink, fun ... oh my god, what would it be like?

I know!

Some boring law of physics! I'll go google it.

Of course, this is the first thing I found and I love it.

Prime The Pump

Blogging up a storm here because I've been so "off duty" lately. Decided I better get back in the groove.

Some Like It Rough

Too much of a good thing, I'm afraid.

The Power of Love

Serious stuff -- the power of love and animal attraction -- two of my favorite subjects.

Healthy Sex

Time Magazine did an issue all about sex, love and romance, in their January 19th issue, which they contend is are three of the healthiest things a human can get mixed up in.
Studies are showing that arousal and an active sex life may lead to a longer life, better heart health, an improved ability to ward off pain, a more robust immune system and even protection against certain cancers, not to mention lower rates of depression.

We're Talking Major Backlash

I think people are going to pulverize Nader. I think there will be major backlash. People do remember him as the guy who destroyed Gore. And we're all beginning to wonder if Gore was sent to destroy Dean. This election is reading more like a sci fi movie than a political event.

HP Digital Happytime

In this past month, I've experienced something very interesting in a number of homes in a number of states -- California, Florida, Massachusetts -- and that is people really having fun with digital cameras and HP photo printers. And what I'm seeing is a SOCIAL ACTIVITY which is based on technology but feels a lot more like a social activity and a lot less like technology.

In a number of homes, I've met rather non-techy people, both old and young, who are enjoying doing this WITHOUT computers. They take pix with their digital cameras, they come home, put the memory card into their printeres and print index sheets and great photos, right then and there. Many then put together scrapbooks with them, or glue them to card stock to make postcards or do other cool things with them.

The folks I've met who are doing this, are doing it as a group -- friends and families gathered around the printer -- almost in an atmosphere that reminds me of a quilting bee or a party. Sometimes it's happening AT a party.

The people doing it are every age from young to old. Sometimes the young are showing the old how to do it. Sometimes the old are showing the young how to do it. People are really having fun doing it.

I blogged about this six months ago over here. And now I'm seeing it everywhere.

Busy And Happy

I almost hate to say it, but one of the reasons I haven't been blogging very much is that I've been busy and happy. That's saying something.

It's saying that sometimes blogging is a way to complain and whine and bitch and moan and get what you want when the world won't give you what you want. Soapbox, yes and I don't think contented, happy, busy people jump up on soapboxes as often as unhappy people. I'm sure a lot of you in the blogosphere will TOTALLY disagree with me on this, but I'm telling you, there may be something to it.

If you like the world the way it is -- maybe you don't have that pressing need to change it.

Valentines Today

I got two Valentine's cards today. Good day. A little bit late, but all the sweeter.

Chicken Pot Pie

Good Monday night dinner I think for a almost chilly, almost spring sunny day. I hate those crusts of old grimy snow that lay around like old nibbled pizza crusts -- we've really had enough WINTER, thank you!

EyeBoston Is The Best

This is where I had my surgery and they are really terrific. They know their way around cataracts, that's for sure. I've had them since I was 16, so it's high time I got them fixed.

Big thanks to Dr. Bradley Shingleton and all his other doctors -- Baylus, O'Donohue, Price and all the office assistants as well -- Andrea, you're the best!

Glaucoma Test

And if an eye exam weren't bad enough, you may know about the glaucoma test where they must press on your eyeball. For some reason, the eye drops they used to use to numb my eyes before this procedure made me feel both faint and nauseous.

The doctor where I had my surgery actually mentioned this is common for people who are allergic to the standard drops and he had a way of putting in the dye separately from the numbing drops that kept me from having that reaction. Since you need to hold your head really STILL when they do this test, it used to get me even more freaked out to know I might faint or vomit WHILE they were performing the test. He saved the day by telling me about this small detail and they marked it in my chart so every time I've had the test since then, I've had no trouble. THAT's excellent customer service. It used to be the reason I dreaded all eye appointments. Not anymore. EyeBoston rocks.

See You Next Year!

Today I had a final check-up on my new eyes -- I'm one month past cataract surgery for my second eye. It was wonderful to hear them say "See You Next Year!" for my next eye exam.

I've been doing SO MANY eye exams and dealing with diliation and drops and 3-hour long doctor appointments which I can't drive to or from and therefore need to continuously beg rides and gobs of time from friends and family for what seems like a solid year. It's so great to be done.

I'm watching my son and his friend play Jak and Daxter II (video game) and the colors are so gorgeous and I can see it so precisely, even across the room, the detail is nearly crunchy it's so clear. What a blessing.

Kos Goes Edwards

Ed Cone points us to a new endorsement -- Daily Kos supports Edwards.

Dean Will Rise Again

Mass voters still have the choice to vote Dean -- check out the Mass for Dean site. Here's the net movie my friends at Cinemetrix did for Dean.

Vacation Week

Think business and the economy is picking up?! I think it is for sure. Just like Dave trying to schedule a new event, I've been trying to get a few people together for a meeting and March and April are SO BUSY I can't get over it.

As for the week of 17 April through 25 April -- that's the kid's vacation week -- or spring break for big kids.

Off To The Beach

Sometimes, you just want to find yourself at the beach with the beach cam spying on you.

Sunday, February 22, 2004

Jeneane's Been Writing Great Stuff

There's no news here. Jeneane ALWAYS writes great stuff. Just make sure you're reading it.

What Makes You Happy

I've been noticing some people are just fun to be around -- make you feel happy when you see them -- and at the other end of the spectrum, some people are really depressing to be near.

People wear their personalities like a weather report -- some are so stormy, some others so sunny, most of the rest of us somewhere in-between. I wondered what we can learn from the bright ones.

Here's something about simply APPRECIATING what you have in your life. This article reminds me how simply being in nature can help your mood. For us Bostonians stuck in the house during this cold cold winter, it's good to remember.

Here are some other parts of the piece:

Being in a beautiful place just naturally sets off my feelings of appreciation. However, it’s not always possible to be in that type of setting when you want to shift out of feeling stressed.

Fortunately, you can do an Appreciation Audit in any quiet space in which you can take three to five minutes to think about some aspect of life for which you have a deep feeling of appreciation. Many people will do this during their commute. It works wonders to intersperse some appreciation into your life three different times during the day.

The essence of the process is simply focusing your mind on something you appreciate while blocking out all other thoughts. When the negative thoughts pop up, tell you, “Not now. I’ll deal with those problems later.” And refocus your mind back onto the positive images that make you feel good.

You can choose anything to focus upon. It may be the savory sensation of a piece of chocolate melting in your mouth, or the love you have for your family. It may be the memory of being in a peaceful place that made you feel incredibly alive.

Another method for focusing on positives is to construct your own Top 3 lists. Think of whom you would want to include in your list of favorite people to be around, or your top 3 favorite pieces of music, or the 3 reasons that you love your spouse, or 3 things you dream of doing before you die.

While you are concentrating on what you appreciate, allow the calm feeling that will come over your mind to drain down into your heart. Notice how your heartbeat can slow down and develop an easy rhythm.

Some people will have difficulty doing this exercise because they have lost touch with what’s good in their lives. Because we live in a society that is fear-based, we can become accustomed to focusing on what is wrong in the world or what we fear may go wrong next.

I'm trying more and more to get those BAD WEATHER people out of my life.

Friends

Lately, I've been feeling so lucky to have a group of great friends who always seem to know what's best for me, better than I know. They call and invite me out to dinner at just the right moment when I'm feeling a little lonely, they offer me a chance to go swimming and have a fun meal afterwards on just the right Saturday afternoon, they share the difficult times they've gone through as women, parents, single parents, people who've been through loss, or are going through it right now. I really don't remember ever feeling so blessed as I do lately with all these great friends. I wonder if I was just not appreciating them when I was married, perhaps taking them for granted, but these days, I feel so lucky they can put up with me, be friendly with me or just plain care about me. It's wonderful.