Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Beautiful Southern Wisconsin

This new dog, Molly, requires a lot of exercise which has its good points and its bad points. What's good is, it gets at least one of us out to the dog parks on an almost daily basis. On Saturday we decided to go further afield, to our favorite county park, Indian Lake. We forgot, until we were nearly there and saw a lot of people in blaze orange, that it was deer huntin' season, so we walked through the field periodically waving our arms and shouting, "We're not deer!" Here are a few photos.

Here is a view of the lake, with some geese.


This is Georgia, who has gotten so much perkier since Molly came to stay. Having someone to boss around has given her a new lease on life.


This is Molly, the Temp Dog.


Indian Lake Park is beautiful at any time, but especially so at dusk.




I've long harbored a secret desire to live in this farmhouse.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Are You Listening, Tammy?


Tonight I accompanied Mr. Ether and friends Donna, Beth, and Crayons to a listening session with Congresswoman Tammy Baldwin. She holds these periodically throughout her district, although never in Madison. I wonder why. Perhaps she knows she'll get a big old earful from Madisonians, or perhaps she thinks we flap our lips enough already and the people in the outlying communities have fewer chances to flap their lips. Whatever. We drove to Middleton, recently rated #1 city to live in by Money Magazine, and home of the lovely and talented Jess Wundrun. I hoped Jess would be there, but alas, she was not.

I have to say that I appreciate that Tammy holds these sessions, and that they are very down to Earth and low key. There are no security checks, no formalities ... Mr. Ether even wore his Impeach Cheney baseball cap. This one was in the Senior Center.

The last listening session I went to I arrived at about 30 minutes before it was due to start and there were already many speakers registered in front of me. I almost had to leave to get back to work before it was my turn. Tonight we took precautions to arrive plenty early, and no one was there! No matter, we went across the street to the diner to wait.

There were many eloquent speakers, and most spoke out about the need to begin impeachment investigations. While she [belatedly] signed on to H.R. Resolution 333 to impeach Cheney, Tammy hemmed and hawed about how there is not enough support for it in Congress. The people present were having none of that. "You work for us!" "Beginning the investigation is the way to build support!" "Step up, Tammy!" and so on. I'd like to think that it was the listening sessions last spring that finally got her to sign onto Kucinich's resolution, so perhaps these sessions too will bear fruit.

Tammy plays it way too safe. I'm not sure if it is because of her position as one of the few openly gay members of Congress, or what. One gentleman, while commending her on her stance on human rights issues, took her to task for failing to see the human rights abuses in Palestine. I was disappointed in her response; predictably, she talked about the failure of Hamas to put a stop to suicide bombings. I was very proud of that speaker for saying, "Just keep in mind as you are considering this, that there is no symmetry there. One side has U.S. supplied weapons while the other side has rocks and improvised explosives." In my opinion, too many politicians, even those with whom I mostly agree, are way too deep in Israel's pockets.

I especially want to commend Beth (a.k.a. "Anonymous") for advocating for immigrants and commenting on NCLB. She even invoked Saint Alfie (Kohn, that is.) Very thoughtfully and articulately done, Beth.

And Mr. Ether, who was passionate, angry, and to the point. Congresswoman Baldwin needs to hear that.

Anyway, I'm glad I went. After a long day it was tempting to go all whiny about being tired and going out into the gray, damp November evening, but being there, I was reminded that we do still have a shred of Democracy left and we need to show up whenever possible.

Twenty Minutes Into the Future


One of the best t.v. programs ever, in my opinion, was Max Headroom, a series that aired very briefly in the mid-eighties. (Are you surprised to hear me saying that I actually liked a t.v. program? For your information, I was also an avid fan of Captain Kangaroo and Pee Wee's Playhouse.) Anyway, Max Headroom was set in a seemingly post-Apocalyptic time, where the world is essentially run by television networks. It always opened with the line "20 minutes into the future ...".

It has been eerie over the past 7 years, to see how much of Max Headroom has come to pass. One episode I recall featured a beautiful televangelist and a scheme to bilk grieving relatives out of their money by making videos of their deceased loved ones, which could speak to them from beyond the grave. Well, this morning I read this.

Weird.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Can You Help?

A week ago, the father of a student I had last year had a sudden massive heart attack and died. He leaves behind his wife and four young children. The family emigrated to the U.S. less than a year ago. This man worked two jobs and his wife worked a job as well. As you can imagine, none of these jobs payed well or carried benefits, and they were just getting by.

On the day he died, the parents were at school for parent-teacher conferences (which they probably took off from work to attend) and expressed their desire for the children to do well in school.

Right now the family's immediate concern is paying funeral expenses and transporting the man's body to Mexico for burial. Beyond that, there is the ongoing great need for groceries, warm clothing, money for rent and heating, and other living expenses. If you have some spare money, or earmark money for charitable giving around the holidays, and you would like to contribute something to this family in crisis, could you let me know, either in the comments or via email? I would be happy to send you an address where funds can be sent.

Thank you.

Just a note: At my school, where the number of students receiving free and reduced hot lunch -- a common indicator of poverty -- tops 70%, each year several families lose a parent to death. This is just one more fact of life when you are poor. As a nation, can't we do better than this and shouldn't we be demanding this from political candidates and representatives?

Happy Thanksgiving?

I watched some t.v. with my daughter last night. (I'm not a t.v. watcher, but sometimes it gives me an excuse to sit and knit.) I was disgusted by ad after ad after ad for "day after Thanksgiving" sales, many starting at 4 a.m. And our newspaper yesterday weighed at least 3 lbs. -- I'm not exaggerating -- because of all the circulars. It is obscene. All the more so, after reading this article today about hunger in the U.S.

I have to say, I take issue with the wording of this last paragraph:
“At least at this time of the year they are prepared to give generously but the worry is that a system based on charity will mean that the supply of donated food will always ebb and flow,” he [Mark Winne] said. ” We may be entering one of those perfect storms where everything goes wrong but if we depend on food charity rather than ending poverty, this is what is bound to occur.”
Calling it "a perfect storm" somehow implies that the hunger crisis facing Americans and those who would help them is an act of God. Make no mistake -- this is one more product of the greed and callousness of the Bush administration, whose policies have willfully created a shrinking middle class, a rise in the number of "working poor" and homeless families, a culture of rampant materialism, selfishness at the top, despair at the bottom, and no "safety net."

I think that statistics show that people with less income tend to give a greater percentage of what they have, than those with more. I have no problem with charitable giving. I honor anyone, rich or poor, who sees a responsibility greater than themselves to help others.

But I also happen to believe that a government has a responsibility to take care of its citizens (both those born here and those born elsewhere.)

The teachings of Jesus were essentially about not hurting others and taking care of the poor.

Most politicians like to bray loudly about their faith, and no one brays louder than George F.W. Bush.

I am disgusted.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving


I am grateful to have a few hours to myself -- just me and the dogs (and the cats and guinea pigs) -- to play guitar and get a little sewing done for the Peace Market I've organized in a couple of weeks. Everyone else has gone over the river and through the woods to Grandmother's house to watch the Packer game. I'll take any level of Hell that Dante can dish up over that, any day! I'll be joining them after the game, for dinner.

I tend not to spend this day taking inventory of all the things, people, etc. for which I am thankful. Neither do I make my students engage in that time-worn exercise of writing "I am thankful for ...". I try to live every day in a measure of gratitude, and I hope that I model the same for the children in my life.

Nevertheless, I hope that all of you are enjoying the loving company of family and/or friends today.

Abandon Every Hope

My friend Poodle Doc directed me to this quiz to determine at which level of Dante's Hell I will suffer for all eternity. As it turns out, it is the

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

You know what I'm REALLY sick of?

I'm really sick of former aides to George F. W. Bush publishing "tell all" books. Scott McClellan is only the latest in a long string of weasels (my apologies to the cute little animal above) who continues to profit off of the misery that has been visited on the world over the last 7 years.

If he knew it was wrong then, why didn't he say anything then? No, he had to wait until he had a lucrative book deal. I'm sure he'll be wringing his hands all the way to the bank.

It's times like these that I wish I believed in Hellfire and brimstone. I picture the Devil saying, "Sorry Scotty -boy. All of the mea culpas in the world aren't going to save your sorry ass!"

Sheesh.

(By the way, I have decided that henceforth I shall refer to the mean little alcoholic who is not my president as George F.W. Bush. The "F.W." stands for something not very Quakerly.)

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Cirque!



Last night the Ether/Geranium/Sea Cow family spent a boatload of money to go and see Cirque du Soleil perform Saltimbanco. When our kids were little, we checked the Saltimbanco video out of the library a lot. Cinderbelle and Sparkly Sea Cow especially liked the part where the people bounced around on giant bungee cords. It was pretty cool.

We went to see them in Chicago a few years ago, but we got stuck in traffic and missed about a third of the show. I hate driving to Chicago. Still, it was an impressive show. It was in the circus tent, so everything was close, with the trapezes swinging right overhead.

Last night's show was in a large arena, and somehow, it lost some of its magic for me. The music, while well-executed, seemed kind of hackneyed. The whole thing felt just a little too packaged. (Especially knowing that they have permanent set-ups in Las Vegas and Orlando.)

Still, I had fun. The spectacle of the costumes, combined with the physical feats of strength and coordination, took my breath away at times.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Thoughts For A Saturday Morning

Well, things are going well enough with Molly the Temp Dog (especially now that Mr. Ether has been taking her to the barky park to run) that she will be with us until February. I went to pick up her stuff from the house at which she was staying before, and the person I talked to there was wearing a "Not My President" t-shirt.

This set me thinking about the little man who is not my president. My first thought was, "He's never been my president." One thing that really bothers me is, how after 9/11™, the airwaves and print media were filled with people who should have known better saying things like, "We have to support him. He's our President."

There are a couple of prominent examples: The cartoonist/humorist Ted Rall wrote an essay after the U.S. invasion of Afghanistan, saying something to the effect of, "They attacked us. We can't just turn the other cheek." To which I said, "Why not?" It's easy to be anti-war when there isn't a war on. It is extremely hard to be anti-war at the outset of a war, yet that is exactly what Jesus was preaching. Ted Rall took the coward's road, and I have not been able to enjoy his writing since then.

The other example is the NPR talking head (or is it a talking voice when it's on the radio?) Scott Simon, who identified himself as a Quaker and then spoke eloquently in favor of the bombing of Afghanistan. The effect this had was to give the general notion that the majority of Quakers (and for those of you who may not know, the Religious Society of Friends or Quakers is one of the historic peace churches) supported the invasion, which was absolutely not the case. I had a colleague say to me, "But the Quakers think the invasion is a good thing!" It was appalling. I have heard that Scott Simon made peace with his Monthly Meeting, but I have had a hard time making peace with Scott Simon! (Which probably isn't very Quakerly.)

So now it is seven years later, and opposition to the war and to the policies of BushCheneyInc. has grown exponentially, a trend for which I am truly grateful. But sometimes I am angry, furious, enraged, thinking "How could you NOT have known then?" There were many people who know how bad it all was and tried to speak out, but there were so many more -- thinking, progressive people -- who practiced self-censorship (the worst kind) and wished that the rest of us would do the same. People for whom, literally overnight, the president who stole the election became "my President."

Just look at the mess we're in now. My younger daughter talks all the time about how she is going to move to Europe when she's old enough. And though it breaks my heart to contemplate it, I hope she does! It feels as if, in the last seven years, my children's future has evaporated. Poof! Gone.

My mood matches the November weather outside. Cold. Grey. Half-hearted drizzle.

Moving right along with Saturday morning thoughts -- although now it is eleven minutes past noon -- I finished reading Terry Pratchett's Making Money. As I said before, I love his books. When I say that, people often respond, "I tried reading one of them once, but I couldn't get into it." And to all you TP nay-sayers, I say "Try again!" But don't begin at the beginning. His earlier Discworld books, such as The Color of Magic, are not nearly as good as his more recent offerings. So here are a few suggestions:

Going Postal followed by Making Money. (They go together, sort of.)
The Monstrous Regiment
The Wee Free Men
, followed by A Hat Full of Sky.
Small Gods

Pratchett nerds go to L-Space and read the books following characters they like, instead of necessarily reading the series chronologically. The characters I most like to follow are Sam Vimes (a cop) and Granny Weatherwax (a witch.) For you librarians out there, Pratchett has created one of the most memorable librarians ever. Ook! If you like zombies, werewolves, trolls, vampires, and dwarves and believe in affirmative action, you may like these books.

I'll leave you with a passage I enjoyed in Making Money. The background is, an ancient army of golems has descended on the city of Ankh-Morpork. Lord Vetinari is the city Patrician, who may or may not be a tyrant. The city is in an uproar over what to do.

"Any of the other cities would attack us if they had these golems," said Lord Downey, "... Surely a bit of conquest would be in order?"

"An empirette, perhaps?" said Vetinari, sourly. "We use our slaves to create more slaves? But do we want to face the whole world in arms? For that is what we would do, at the finish. The best we could hope for is that some of us survive. The worst is that we would triumph. Triumph and rot. That is the lesson of history, Lord Downey. Are we not rich enough?"

Off to get my hair cut. I pray that I do not come home with "car crash bangs." But that is another post.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Now I'm on a Peter Gabriel jag.

I love him, even though he is dressed like a character in Battlestar Gallactica.

Here Comes the Flood:

Thursday, November 15, 2007

My Life As A Dog ...


... or Stop Me, Before I Volunteer Again!

My school held its annual Scholastic Book Fair this week. Tonight was family night at the book fair. I love my school, so I always try to volunteer to help out with events. What was needed tonight was someone to dress up in a Clifford the Big Red Dog costume and walk around, entertaining children and thus inspiring parents to buy more books.

I'll just say that I am not a fan of Clifford the Big Red Dog. He's right down there with The Berenstain Bears on my children's book-o-meter. But it was actually a blast to dress up in such a way that no one recognized me. I got lots of hugs. Middle school-aged siblings were embarrassed by me. One kindergartner, whom I know quite well, took a shine to me and sat me down to read me a book, all the while barking out commands: "Sit!" "Sit criss cross apple sauce!" (I haven't tried that one out on my own dog yet.) "Stand up!" Shake!" And a younger sibling of a former student, who always looks at me like I am crazy and in possession of a chain saw, followed me around giving me hugs.

I made a toddler cry in terror. That made me feel bad, because my own kids hate-hate-hated those characters. I kept trying to avoid this little kid, but the space was small, and even though I was thinking, "Be inconspicuous!" and shrinking down inside of the suit, there is no way that a 5'1'' bright red dog can be inconspicuous. I tucked my tail between my legs and slunk off, ashamed.

A couple of the parents knew it was me, and I cannot imagine how. It wasn't as if I was saying anything. They probably knew that no one -- absolutely no one -- but me would do something like that.

After an hour, I was sweltering and I had a persistent itch on my nose -- my real nose -- that I had to scratch, so I ducked into a nearby classroom to turn back into mild mannered kindergarten teacher, Ms. Ether.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

For Ed, With Love

Enriched Geranium is feeling a little depleted today, having been informed that his temporary lay-off has now become permanent. If anyone tries to tell you that the economy is doing well, spit in their eye (figuratively speaking, of course.) Two years ago the company he worked for -- a high-end construction/remodeling company -- had more jobs than they could handle. Ed was laid off more than he worked this past year. Thank you, Jo-ji Bush. Where will you work your magic next?

The silver lining is that perhaps this will create real space for Ed to pursue his true passion (other than me and the kids, of course) -- music.

This is a great song, by the great Peter Gabriel. (I always thought Kate Bush was a little hard to take, however.)

Monday, November 12, 2007

Meet Molly ...


... the Temp Dog. She'll be staying at our house for the next 3 months. Her humans moved to New Zealand, which has very strict rules about importing animals, including a 6 month waiting period stateside, and a quarantine once they arrive there, as well. Fingers crossed that her stay with us will go well. I'm a little worried about our cat, Daisy, who is easily freaked out. (It took her 7 years to quit acting as if Mr. Ether was an ax murderer.) On the other hand, I think it will be just the ticket for the resident corgi, Georgia. We'll see.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

House Concert

A nice trend around here is the blossoming of house concerts. I've been to a few, but tonight was a first -- a firehouse concert. I went to hear Mary McCaslin, a favorite of mine from waaaay back in the seventies. Unfortunately, there were about a million other musical events happening around town and it was in a temporary firehouse way out on the outskirts of town on the edge of what was once cornfields not so long ago, so it wasn't really well attended. It was a little surreal too, to see the CPR training dummies stacked like logs off to the side of the room. But I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

For Pete's Sake, Don't You Know Enough About Me Already?


Jan tagged me for a meme, 10 Random Things About Me.

1) My grandfather invented an early process for putting whipped cream in an aerosol can (There! I didn't forget this time!)
2) I only like pajama bottoms, not the tops. I make my own bottoms and I wear old t-shirts for tops.
3) I love hedgehogs.
4) I am afraid of flying.
5) I've tried whale meat. (It was served for dinner at my boarding school in Norway. It was like stringy beef.)
6) I do not care for organized sports.
7) Like Jan, I make food from scratch and do not use mixes.
8) My favorite holidays are Groundhog Day and May Day.
9) I worry a lot.
10) I like board games and word games, but not card games.

And I tag ... PoodleDoc, PoodleDoc Jr., Sminthia, Enriched Geranium, Sparkly Sea Cow and Quaker Fruit Salad.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Grrrrrr ... Charter Schools, Again

We have a free weekly alternative paper, The Isthmus, which I despise. I tend to pick it up, however, because it has a good calendar of events around town. (For example when I failed to get it a few weeks ago, I missed a concert by Eliza Gilkyson, who is one of my favorite performers.) By and large, the articles piss me off, especially the articles about education. Last week they had an article about a progressive private school, wondering whether our school district should model a charter school on it. I've written before about charter schools and my opposition to them. You can be sure that I seethed all week over this article. Tonight I finally mustered the energy to write a letter to the editor in response, for all the good it will do. Here it is:
To the editor:
I’ve spent the last week thinking about a response to Jason Shepard’s article, Rethinking How Kids Learn. Where do I begin? It continually floors me that so many people in progressive Madison have a blind spot when it comes to charter schools. Can you say “privatization?” Charter schools are back door privatization, if you will. Using public funds to run a school to which students must apply and be admitted: that sounds a lot like the voucher system, doesn’t it? Both Jonathan Kozol and Alfie Kohn -- two passionate advocates for progressive education -- speak equally passionately against school privatization, including charter schools. According to Kozol, not only do they skim resources from public schools, but they skim off the parents who have the time and wherewithal to contribute to their child’s school, leaving many children poorer. Whatever happened to working for the common good?
The dichotomy that Shepard’s article sets up between “progressive” private schools like Wingra and “traditional” public schools is false. Madison Metropolitan School District has 6,288 teachers. Philosophies of education and teaching styles run the gamut, but I would hazard a guess that many of those teachers would identify themselves as being closer to the progressive end of the spectrum. And what if they don’t? My two children have had great experiences in Madison schools, with all kinds of teachers. Furthermore, as a veteran Madison public school teacher myself, and one who believes deeply in and advocates passionately for education that is progressive and child-centered, I am insulted by that dichotomy.
Wingra School can provide things to students that Madison public schools cannot: smaller numbers that make it possible to serve organic meals from Willy Street Co-op, for example. I am also assuming a significant amount of money is available that many public schools simply do not have. Wingra trustee Patrick Sweet’s example of choosing Lombardino’s or L’Etoile [two extremely upscale restaurants] speaks volumes to that. But public schools can provide good experiences that a private school cannot replicate. Trying to compare the two, or implying that Madison is missing the boat by not modeling a school on Wingra is wrong.
The “lack of choices” in Madison that “is sending middle- and upper-class families packing” sounds like another name for white flight. “High needs kids” and kids from “unstable homes” are code words for low income and minority students. I will not deny that there are kids who can be quite disruptive in public schools. As the director of Wingra says, “The reality is, the resources just aren’t there” to adequately meet the needs of all children. However, is the answer then, to create schools which will further deplete resources, or to work together for change; doing away with the revenue caps and requiring businesses to share the property tax burden? (Ironically, the article on outsourcing immediately preceding Shepard’s, brought up the tax revenue issue which is at the heart of Wisconsin schools’ funding crisis.)
I have little quibble with the parents like the one described in the article, who choose a private school when their child is not thriving in the public school. A small number of students have always attended private schools and most seem to offer tuition aid to families that want to attend. What I object to, and will continue to object to with every last breath in my body, is the parents who make that choice, and then want the state to pay for it, either through vouchers or the establishment of charter schools.
Old progressive that I am, I am proud of many aspects of Madison public schools. I think that the fact that charter schools have not caught on here in a big way speaks well of our public schools. I wonder if some of the push for “choices” is coming from newcomers to Madison, who have come here from other cities where the expectation is simply that one’s children will go to a charter or private school. I wish that Jason Shepard would visit and write an in-depth story about a different Madison school each week, instead of going for the sensational soundbite that once again puts Madison Metropolitan School District down.

Whew, glad I got that off my chest. I feel as if I'm a caped crusader for public schools and the idea of "the common good." Destined to always be angry, I guess. And by the way, the most disruptive kid I've ever taught in 21 years was from a very well-to-do family in a very well-to-do school. And he failed to thrive at Wingra School too. Just sayin'.

Oh, Gods ...


Two excellent posts about church/state separation, theocracy, and religion in the last couple of days, one from Blue Gal and one from the good Doctor Monkey von Monkerstein.

On a related note, I am a huge fan of the novels of British satirist Terry Pratchett (and here I have to credit Mr. Ether, a.k.a. Enriched Geranium, for turning me on to them ... or he will hound me mercilessly.) I'm in the middle of the newest one, Making Money, where he takes on banking institutions, and I particularly liked this passage. (Note: Moist is the name of the protagonist.)

If we build it, wilt thou comest? he thought. But the hoped-for god never came. It was sad but, in some celestial way, a bit stupid. Well, wasn't it? Moist had heard that there were maybe millions of little gods floating around in the world, living under rocks, blown about like tumbleweeds, clinging to the topmost branches of trees ... They awaited the big moment, the lucky break that might end up with a temple and a priesthood and worshipers to call your own. But they hadn't come here, and it was easy to see why.

Gods wanted belief, not rational thinking. Building the temple first was like giving a pair of wonderful shoes to a man with no legs. Building a temple didn't mean you believed in gods, it just meant you believed in architecture.

Pratchett's books are full of this kind of thoughtful irreverence toward dogma. I consider myself to be both a human being trying to be spiritual and a spiritual being trying to be human,
and his writing often "speaks to my condition" (that's a Quakerism) plus it makes me laugh out loud. A winning combination!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Oh, Wow!

After reading at Pygalgia's blog, that his blog is worth $19,758.90, I decided to see about my blog. The answer I got is priceless.

I'm just ... speechless. I guess I won't be quitting the day job for the glamorous life of a full time blogger anytime soon.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Sunday, November 04, 2007

Dias de los Muertos and a wish for peace

Display and photo by Friend, Lester Doré. He says, "Day of the Dead altar at Casa Doré-Hanner. The red poster lists the names of all confirmed US military deaths from the beginning of the Iraq War to September 4 2007; the black poster has on it thumbnail-size photos of all confirmed military deaths in Iraq and Afghanistan since the last Day of the Dead. That's pan de muerto on the plate."

I find this very moving.

Lester is an artist who creates posters that celebrate peace, peacemakers, and those who speak truth to power. You can see the full array here.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

A Family Affair

It's finally happened. Mr. Ether has his own blog, so we need never engage in face to face communication again. ALL our dirty laundry will be aired in the blogoverse for YOU, dear readers. We are a TOTAL blogging family!

Please go over to Enriched Geranium, and say hello. Especially listen to the songs on the sidebar. He's a talented guy.

A Major Prize

Tonight was the night that I graciously accepted my scholarship from the Madison Folk Music Society. There was a small crisis when I forgot my tiara and members of PETA threw red paint on my mink as I got out of my limousine, but I recovered enough to make an acceptance speech, wherein I thanked my kindergarten teacher, Rae Rocca, who happened to be in the audience. Apparently, news of my honor got around.

OK, I made most of the previous paragraph up. It was a casual affair and I wore my newest jeans and trusty Danskos, but is true that my kindergarten teacher really was there. And 43 years later, she still remembers me! I adored her. She was nearly at the beginning of my love affair with education. (I had a great preschool teacher too.) She was young and pretty, she lived on my block with her parents, and she played the piano while we sang On, Wisconsin and Winky the Elephant. It was an unexpected treat to see her there this evening.

See how influential she was? I still remember the song:
Winky the elephant, Winky the elephant,
You live in a great big zoo.
Winky the elephant, Winky the elephant,
It's fun to look at you.
(We really had an elephant named "Winky" at our municipal zoo, which happened to be 2 blocks from my house. When I was around 7, a young child visiting the zoo climbed into Winky's cage with a bag of popcorn, and was stepped on and killed. I remember hearing the ambulance sirens. They sent Winky away after that. I hope that wasn't just a euphemism for euthanizing her. It was not her fault.)

Back to the scholarship. The scholarship -- for music lessons -- was established to honor the memory of folksinger Helen Schneyer, whose sister Mona is a longtime Madison resident. They awarded one to a youngster, and one to me, the 48 year old wannabee folk musician. I am truly honored.

Pondering ...

... Bono's eyewear. Someone needs to do a fashion intervention.

I ordered new glasses frames today, after the old ones broke. (Call me vain, but I do not go in for the masking tape look.) They are not anything like Bono's. Bono's glasses remind me of the giant wrap-around yellow sunglasses that my mother and her sister both wore in their later years. They make me afraid, very afraid.

And, while I am meandering on pointless topics, I'll just mention that there was a message on my answering machine this morning from an old friend of my parents, expressing appreciation for my latest letter to the editor, as well as all the others. Her comment was, "Your mother lives on in you!" It made me cry. My mom had her issues, but she always spoke out for what she believed in. I'm proud to be like her in that way.

Opening Night!


Playtime Productions' Ali Baba and a Few Thieves, with Sparkly Sea Cow playing the storyteller Dunyazad (Shahrazad's younger sister) opened last night to rave reviews ... from parents and loved ones. If you're in the geographic vicinity (or you just want to fly in for the weekend,) the schedule is here. They'll be performing all over the county for the next 5 weeks. It is a very funny, campy musical production that features 5 daughters you hope you'll never have, a diminutive chief thief, a talking camel, and more. You won't be bored or disappointed, guaranteed.

Ali Baba was Cinderbelle's first play with Playtime, 7 years ago. It was fun to see how the director changed it this time around.

Playtime Productions is a wonderful community theater. It is children's theater in the best sense of the word -- plays for children, acted by children. The actors are in 3rd through 9th grade. They work long and hard, but the adults in charge are always cognizant of the fact that they are working with kids. It's always about building community and giving kids a theatrical experience, not producing child stars.

On a side note, Thursday evening I went to see a traveling Broadway production of Annie. Sparkly Sea Cow was supposed to go with her grandpa, but she had her final dress rehearsal, so I filled in. I don't like Broadway musicals much, and the underlying story of Annie is kind of a creepy celebration of capitalism (or as my stepfather, the old Socialist, said, "It's a nice fairytale") plus those songs ... those insipid songs get stuck in my head and I find myself humming, "The sun will come out tomorrow ..." ad nauseum until I am ready to beg someone to put me out of my misery! Nevertheless, I was enjoying myself. The girls who played the orphans were all very good, but I made the mistake of reading their biographies on the program. It reminded me how grateful I am for the down-to-earth experiences my daughters have had in Playtime.

Pictures to follow.

Which Side Are They on?


John Nichols writes in the Nation:

Broadcast media’s gate-keeping “stars” have done just about everything in their power to keep the matter of presidential accountability off the radar of the American people. That was evident during the most recent Democratic presidential debate, when NBC anchors Brian Williams and Tim Russert meticulously avoided following up on Congressman Dennis Kucinich’s three references to impeachment but somehow found time to grill the contenders on UFOs and what costume Barack Obama would be wearing on Halloween.

Pollsters are almost as bad. Rarely are questions about impeachment included in statewide or national surveys.

Despite the lack of media coverage, however, when citizens are asked what they think about holding members of the Bush administration to account, they respond with an enthusiasm far greater than that displayed for impeaching Richard Nixon at the height of the Watergate scandal. It is this reality — as opposed to the state of denial fostered by so much of the media and the political class — that Congressman Dennis Kucinich will act upon next week, when he offers a privileged resolution on the House floor to bring articles of impeachment against Vice President Dick Cheney.

Kucinich will face an uphill fight in a chamber led by House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, the California Democrat who continues to say that impeachment is “off the table.”

The Ohio congressman and long-shot presidential contender may not be following the rules of engagement as dictated by major media and his party leaders. But when Kucinich raises the issue of impeachment, he will be speaking for a great mass of Americans who agree with his argument that, “Congress must hold the Vice President accountable.” Read it all ...

This has languished for too long. The list of co-sponsors has notable absences, and one hopes that Kucinich's action will spotlight representatives who wear a liberal mantle, but refuse to really act on the will of their constituents. (John Conyers, among others.)

If you really believe that Clinton was impeached for perjury, and not as political vengeance, clearly there are multiple reasons to hold Dick Cheney's feet to the fire now. And the arrogance that Nancy Pelosi continues to show, in my mind makes her complicit in the crimes that have been committed.

Dennis Kucinich is doing his job and exercising his Constitutional right in offering this resolution. The question is, which side are the rest of them on? Are they in an echo chamber, or are they listening to We, the People?