Tuesday, December 31, 2019

New Year Thoughts

  • Let no word pass your lips or your fingertips that does not say something positive, if only "we can do better".
  • We, and no-one else, can define happiness for ourselves, and for no-one else.
  • Every now and then it is pleasant, and therefore useful, to review our creative work.
  • A nightly ritual of setting out gear for the morning orients the sleeping mind toward tomorrow, and it's easier on the waking self as well.
  • You are what you eat, but what you eat is what people feed you. That is to say, associate with positive people if you want to be positive.
  • It's ok to rebrand every 18 months or so (check with Rebecca's resources on this)
  • Write Every Day. It's both creative and memorable.
  • Fear of change just means you're paying attention
  • Remember how wildly capable you are!


Who are the positive people in my life?
I need to be objective here: they have to be people in my life (...not I wish were in my life...) and they have to be positive.

  • Toastmasters is intrinsically positive
  • West Seattle Timebank is positive although not as active
  • WPTL is basically positive. It was kind of a drag for a while, but the last two years or so have been great! I need to keep connecting with the positive forces there
  • My current job is neither bad nor good. There are some pretty cool people there but the set-up is deadening.
  • The Y is complex. Saturday morning classes are thoroughly positive which is why I never fail to attend. Evening classes feel differently to me; I have friends there but the vibe is different; I am continually welcomed but don't really fit. Still I love the dance so I keep going
  • the neighborhood is a great place to live but not especially close
  • I know a few individuals from here and there but no one close at all but the cats
  • The Low Bono Network might be just what I need

Our famous self-shovelling snow!!

I have been struggling to keep taking a photo a day. In the grey and wet winter, it is harder to find beauty - so why not just photo what there is?

Monday, December 30, 2019

After Winter Solstice

After Winter Solstice
The Days Grow Longer.
Already It Feels Like
Forever Until 5 O'clock!

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(of course, I get off at 4. But it's funnier saying 5 since that's the standard).

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Sunday Title

I planted a few more things today. Being outside is so relaxing! In addition to these bulbs, I made even more progress on transplanting periwinkle from the sidewalk to the yard, tinkered on miscellaneous other things around the outside, and posted some unneeded yard detritus on "Buy Nothing"

Also It's the End of the Month: I gave the cats their flea treatment!

Saturday, December 28, 2019

Garden Day

There was no class at the Y this morning, so I got right to the business of goofing off!

I do a little yardwork every weekend. This time I trimmed back even more of the periwinkle that is overgrowing the sidewalk. I thought I'd done a bunch earlier this month, but I'd missed a lot.
My trimming involves uprooting a clod near the sidewalk, and then replanting someplace useful. This batch is filling in the worn patch from my drive to my front door. The periwinkle should be tougher than the grass, especially if it has several months to settle in (due to Heather's extra car still being in the drive.)
I also planted some bulbs. 

I'm also having a good time experimenting with different fitness videos. Having the big TV in the living room means I don't have to fuss with my cellphone or tablet. The cats are entertained as well!
My big plan for the day had included driving a bunch of donates to St Vinnys, the VA hospital, etc. However I don't have a carload so I'll wait til tomorrow. I didn't have a reason to drive today, although I did take a walk around the neighborhood and scored a whole bag of trash.

Audience Testing: What A Spot!

YEARS AGO I was watching George Carlin at a Springfield Mass theater because my Exit 7 friend Mark had invited a lot of us to go see how a master worked.
In the 3rd quarter of the show, when Carlin had the audience thoroughly in his hands and had totally earned our attention, he stopped and said in a very straightforward way that he needed to test a new set of lines. He apologized in advance if they weren't funny but he wanted us to react any way we felt, so here we go.
Each joke was a description of an awkward situation followed by the punchline "What A Spot!". For example: "Imagine you come back to consciousness ... standing on an altar ... completely naked ... and peeing on the bishop ... What A Spot!"
Some of the lines drew laughs, and some of them didn't. Mostly, it was great to see the guy at work, practicing his craft and getting feedback from the audience.
The point of this story is this: How often do you think someone saying something outrageous on the internet is testing their material?

Friday, December 27, 2019

Seahawk Rudolph

After work I had time to walk around and look for pictures (It's Friday - what's the rush?) after doing a little business (including depositing a check for $0.45 from a credit union that apparently recalculated my payoff amount.)
This photo is for the many Seahawks fans in my life. It's downtown of course.

Thursday, December 26, 2019

I Shall See 2020

When I'm short of a picture to post, I compose a short quip. Today's was:
Next Wednesday,
For The First Time In My Life
My Vision Will Be
20/20!


This joke was well received on FB but a few hours later I wanted to edit it. Would it be shorter, punchier and funnier as
Next Week, 
For The First Time In My Life 
I Shall See 
20/20!
I didn't change the FB post because it didn't seem right once people had started reacting. Maybe they didn't like the new joke and would want to rescind their "Like" or "Ha-Ha!". It's probably best to just leave the  imperfect up there and do better next time.


Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Merry Christmas Neighborhood Walkabout

This holiday afternoon I walked around our neighborhood to see what I had not previously seen.
Darrell "The Stork" lives on the far corner of my block. He has great stories of stringing power lines when there were only 2 bucket trucks for 25 crews. He spent a lot of time going up on his spikes! Now he mostly gardens. He has 3 citrus trees producing (in Seattle!) - they're in pots that he takes them inside when it's cold. It makes you think!

I like the multilevel effect!

These are festive, and better than holly because the don't stick you!

I like the many-colored pumpkins, and the glass bottle flowers


We have a lot of hills, and a lot of solutions to fronting on a hill.

This house has ATTITUDE!
My neighbors Charles and Rick have a fun entry into their yard.
It says, "We like a party, and you have been warned!"


Pull back a bit for a wider look

Can you tell that this structure fascinates me?
It is futuristic and primitive at the same time

Another #LitteFreeLibrary yay!

My Good Luck In Saying Good Bye To Law Review

I was highly amused to read Adam Liptak's "The Lackluster Reviews That Lawyers Love to Hate", criticizing law reviews as essentially amateurish and close to worthless when it comes to actually trying to persuade a judge.
I was pointed to it by a posting by Betsy Munnell on LinkedIn, pointing out that as a practical matter of practice development, serious work with social media had measurable results. I'm not surprised.
Few other than myself will remember that I was invited onto law review and, after trying it for two weeks, concluded that my career would be better served doing something else.
This was a decision made by few, and never with such speed, but it became obvious to me that I had nothing of value to learn from the enterprise. My law school studies were at the dawn of the transition to word processing, but the tools employed by the Western New England College School of Law Law Review were absurd. For example, the tools were not even able to italicize properly; we were told that to underline material that was to appear in italics, and presumably, not to underline at all. In an enterprise a prominent feature of which was italicized case names (e.g. Goodbody vs. Dogged) one would think that there would be some priority to getting that little detail right. Another, less esoteric problem was the media on which we were to submit our works. The system used 3.5" disks, but the law review lacked boxes for them; we were issued 3.5" disks in boxes for 5.25" disks. This was a level of technological idiocy I haven't even seen in Dilbert.
Even more discouraging was the use of dead trees to do research, instead of computers. 20 years ago, much case law was still not available even to proprietary systems, which chiefly relied for income on selling books, not subscriptions to electronic search services. I understood the economics but it seemed corrupt; these private companies had a license to publish court opinions and were pretty much to only way to get at them. Later when I worked with the Washington State Bar on efforts to make more of this public, the argument was made that the courts relied on these private parties to proofread the opinions. I just rolled my eyes ... but I digress. I could see we were learning the obsolete skill of looking things up in books, and I was not interested.
Finally, I was assigned a couple of cases on obscrue points of labor law and no interest in it. I realized that my career would be entirely in the hands of people other than myself; I would have no freedom. If this was going to be the case, why was I working so hard? I just couldn't see it.
Still, Law Review was supposed to be an elite enterprise and an important step on the path toward becoming the top rank of lawyers, so I persisted. There was a training of one or two days, which started with what appeared to be a mandatory attempt to frighten the proles. "This will be the hardest work you have ever done," we were solemnly told. I looked to my left and saw a classmate who had given birth during first year. I looked to my right and saw another classmate who was a city cop. I thought, "Is this really worse than being shot at? Is this going to be harder than giving birth?
My first assignment was to write a fairly stupid article comparing two court decisions on a bit of labor law. Understand that I was a part-time student; I worked full time as a systems analyst for a major insurance corporation. What I did during the day was make sense of complicated requirements and put them into provably rational forms - provable, in the sense that the results had a monetary impact, were checked carefully by those who depended on them, and I caught hell when I was wrong. I'm not saying I was never wrong ... to the contrary, I made my share of mistakes ... but I was pretty darn good at making sense of complicated things, presenting them so others could understand them and subjecting the result to objective standards of review.
In contrast, this "Law Review" process consisted of analyzing to differing sets of rules emanating from similar, but factually distinct situations, and then inventing one or more rational forms that could accommodate both even if that form had not been on the mind of the other of either text. The evaluation of the work product was based first and foremost on the intricacies of form (see note on italicization above), secondarily upon the completeness with which I had explored all of the other cases (if any) that referred to the target cases, and only tertiarily (if at all) on the actual utility of the result.
This was boring. It was stupid. It may well have been what junior associates did at BigLaw Firms, but I could tell right away that I wasn't going to do it. It was also vaguely disturbing to me that I wasn't really being given the time to do an excellent job; I was supposed to get the work done as fast as possible, if necessary at the cost of whatever else I was doing. Again, this may be what junior staff do at Big Law - I don't know - but in the real world, it's a stupid way to do things. As a programmer, I have occasionally had to work in crisis mode because, well that happens, but to make that the planned and normal way of doing business makes no sense at all.
So one day I went to the law review office and told the very nice lady in charge of law review that I had decided my education would be better done elsewhere. She seemed puzzled - she was a very nice person as well as very, very smart, and I have no doubt that she is doing very successful work somewhere in Big Law or where ever she wants - but said ok.
My "mentor" for law review was less polite, saying grumpily that he always figured that I wouldn't be able to do the work.  I didn't try to explain.
I was

Goodbye to Law Reviews, 23 VA. L. REV. 38 (1936)
Fred Rodell, Yale Law School
Abstract
It is doubtless of no concern to anyone that this is probably my last law review article. As a matter of fact, this makes one more article than I had originally planned to write. It was something in the nature of a New Year's resolution. Yet the request to do a piece about law reviews seemed a golden opportunity to make my future absence from the "Leading Articles, Authors" lists a bit more pointed than would the business of merely sitting in a comer, sucking my thumb, and muttering Boo. Keeping well in line with two traditions—a course which lawyers will readily understand—I decided to break the resolution and not wait for opportunity's second knock. This, then, is by way of explaining why I do not care to contribute further to the qualitatively moribund while quantitatively mushroom-like literature of the law.
There are two things wrong with almost all legal writing. One is its style. The other is its content. That, I think, about covers the ground. And though it is in the law reviews that the most highly regarded legal literature—and I by no means except those fancy rationalizations of legal action called judicial opinions—is regularly embalmed, it is in the law reviews that a pennyworth of content is most frequently concealed beneath a pound of so-called style. The average law review writer is peculiarly able to say nothing with an air of great importance. When I Used to read law reviews, I used constantly to be reminded of an elephant trying to swat a fly."
... That was worth reading!

Tuesday, December 24, 2019

I Shopped Today. #PrayForMe

I know, milk is not necessarily good for cats, but Arthur is elderly and underweight so I figure give him what he wants. I was running out so I decided to brave the crowds at Target.
Well, there were crowds all right. Huge crowds.
However, I was not in a hurry so it did not bother me. I had my groceries and some extra, and I didn't have to leave town until about 4 pm so hanging out and people watching was o.k.
I posted this little joke on Facebook and got a bunch of "likes" so I guess I shared an experience that many people had sympathy with!
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We had the usual fun party at Kat's for Xmas eve. There was plenty of food, although Sharon could not make it which is unusual. Everyone who could attend seemed to be doing as well as could be expected, plus or minus the vicissitudes of life.

Monday, December 23, 2019

Debunking a Meme about Scalia and Evolution

Late in the evening, my chores all done, I noodled around Facebook and found this on a Creation vs Evolution Public group:

Now Scalia was many things (chiefly a royalist who used "Originalism" when it suited and ignored it when it didn't) but he was not a dummy. (Others have said that he didn't really understand science, but who knows?)
It seems to me that the key to this meme is that the quote has no citation. Was it for real and what was the context?
Those words are from the "Edwards v Aguillard" case (Louisiana's 1990s attempt to mandate teaching Creationism.) In this quote, Scalia was summarizing what someone else believed. That's something judges do all the time without asserting what they themselves believed. When a judge says  "The defendant said he didn't do it" it doesn't mean the judge believes  "he didn't do it".

That's right: Scalia DID NOT SAY HE BELIEVED what is in that meme. He was just summarizing the argument of the losing side so he could explain his position (which was roughly that if the belief was sincere then it didn't matter if it was nonsense).

The big lesson in this s to be wary of unsourced quotes; you're likely to be repeating something false.
The small lesson in this is that if you want to debunk a quote, go to the source.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Patty's Good Boy


Today, like every day, my elderly neighbor Patty walked by, exercising this boy and other dogs that came to her from a shelter. She used to have 5, but the 3 oldest have passed away. I don't know whether she will get more, but she is devoted to the 2 that remain.
I was outside, doing yardwork. There is constant work to be done, cleaning up the fallen leaves or transplanting yet another batches of periwinkle to replace grass. When I went inside, I finished catching up with the complete run of the highly amusing Grrlpower webcomic. Seriously, I see no need to waste my time with the tired Marvel and DC lines when webcomics have a much fresher approach to story - and a much more competitive environment.
I gave away more of the food from the Friday distribution, but there's still some to go. I think I'll be able to move the rest on Xmas.

Saturday, December 21, 2019

Seattle Snow

At the Y this morning. This is the last Saturday class of the year. It was lead by Brittany, who taught Saturday morning barre regularly until a couple years ago when she had another child. Her style seemed to be halfway between Katherine's and Evan's; they all three learned at the same place.
This Saturday class has been a blessing to me for many years!
(At times, a mixed blessing. I started almost as soon as I bought my home; I drove Kris to this morning class every Saturday and we took whatever class was being taught. She left me but kept attending classes, and thus I met her new boyfriend. He seemed pleasant enough and often brought his daughter which struck me as good parenting, but I didn't especially feel the need to hang around him, understandably.
Kris had remained on my family plan since it was cheaper than each of us paying single, but she was never any good at keeping her promise to pay her half. Finally I confronted her at the front desk and demanded payment immediately after class. We met in the Target parking lot where she said she could withdraw only enough for 4 months; could she pay me the balance later? I said I was done, I'd rather just be done than wait. I dropped her from family membership and I honestly don't recall whether she stopped coming then or later....I think later because I would sometimes see her coming or going. Eventually she stopped, perhaps when she bought her house although who remembers or cares?
All these moments will be lost, like tear in rain. Time to live now.)

A visit from my favorite Christmas elf!


Kiara Stopped By To Say High (and get stuff)

Friday, December 20, 2019

VAF meets Councilmember Lisa Herbold at Seattle VA


Friday meeting with Seattle City Council Member Lisa Herbold at VA Puget Sound Healthcare. On the left Nate Ford, on the right Cyril Miller; we showed some if the things community activism had helped bring to the facility and talked about ways local government (such as the city) might help (few recall that 15 years ago, Council Members were helpful in our campaign to repair the therapy pool and upgrade the physical therapy facility. It's time to revive the coalition only better!)

Traditional Christmas Tree

I've hung up this cloth tree of cat decorations for years, now; it is a nice combination of festive and convenient.
This year my Chat Noir picture was hung below the hook I wanted to use. It rather looks like a trunk, albeit crooked

Question of the Day: Can They Try Trump As An Adult?

ANSWER: Only if they can prove he's mentally competent to stand trial!

Thursday, December 19, 2019

A Haiku For Trump

What These Times Have Shown:
As An Addict Loves The Meth,
They Love His Orange Face ;-)

Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Thinking of My Parents

Am I older now 
Than my father ever lived? 
Was he just a kid?
Whenever I come across this wedding photo of my parents, I am struck by their youth. My mother lived to a ripe old age, but my father died a younger man than I am now, struck down by his depression and alcoholism and his addiction to tobacco - he did not have sufficient will to live to stop the smoking that gave him fair warning before carrying him off.
I have never liked him.
He was mean to all of us kids, striking us with his belt whenever he was angry. The beatenings and the threats of beatings stopped only when I left home; everyone else got more years of it, but as a fairly self-centered child I cared only that I was safe. I realize that I shall never fully understand what-all was going on; was this an aftermath of his war experience, or was he raised in our family's tradition of alcoholism?
It does not matter, I suppose.
I cannot say that I was a more effective parent when I had a son, briefly, during my peculiar 2nd marriage and then acquired a pair of daughters from my first ex during my divorce from my 3rd.At least I avoided violence.
But then, I was not so young as the man in this photo 


Monday, December 16, 2019

It’s Extremely Divisive of You to Tell the Truth

"Our nation is incredibly divided right now, and the last thing we need is someone standing up and further dividing us with statements based in fact. But you don’t seem to understand that. Whether you’re telling the truth about the legacy of white supremacy, the treatment of Palestinian people, or the dangers of climate change, everything you say is further proof that you don’t care about the country. All you care about is dividing us by saying words that are true and sentences that are also true ..."

It’s Extremely Divisive of You to Tell the Truth
by Chas Gillespie
October 2, 2019 - McSweeney's

Friday, December 13, 2019

Remembering Mom

This photo pops up in my Facebook feed every year around this time. My family seems to like to commemorate death anniversaries, and I respect their feelings, but when I share or re-post, my friends send condolences that are sincere but I'm not fishing for them.
She had a full life - limited by the narrowness of her options, but full none-the-less -  and it was time to go. Her memory is a solid guide for any moral decision. May we all do as well.

Near my bus stop: Lost Baby Dalek

This was there but now it's gone off. I hope it found its home!

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Anger Management Issues

My take on a meme going around. My Trump-loving friends are mighty quiet about his picking on the girl but I'm sure they'll fit it into their worldview somehow.

I Caught The Early Bus Home. Ooops.

I caught the early bus home. That meant I'd be in time for Thursday Zumba yay! But ... someone cut in front of the bus. The drizzle didn't help. The driver hit the brakes and we could feel the bus slow amazingly fast - one guy slide off his sideways-facing seat into the aisle. BANG! The little car drove off, then stopped at the other side of the light. A taillight shown white, showing he'd gotten some damage. I knew I was getting home late. All things considered, everyone got off easy, but there's a lesson here somewhere, if we care to think about it.

Strawberry Groundcover

I love this stuff and other steppable periennials. They look nicer in all seasons, but especially now as the days grow short. No mowing or watering plus better biodiversity = better in all ways!

The False Romance Of Russia

Conservative Russiophilia is especially misguided

The False Romance Of Russia: American conservatives who find themselves identifying with Putin’s regime refuse to see the country for what it actually is.
-The Atlantic, December 12, 2019 by Anne Applebaum

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

20 year member of the Sierra Club

Not my greatest accomplishment but something I'm happy about

It's An Honorable Life

Man, I sure wish this played around here!


Mounds Theatre stages ‘It’s an Honorable Life,’ a Klingon variation of the classic film By Julio Ojeda-Zapata | jojeda@pioneerpress.com | Pioneer Press PUBLISHED: December 9, 2019

Guilt Beyond A Reasonable Doubt

THIS is how you question a witness. 4 minutes 39 seconds to prove corruption beyond a reasonable doubt. LOL. It won't make a difference to his cultists; they are wilfully blind. But at least everyone else can see what's up.

Friday, December 06, 2019

Marine Grade Art

My nephew does great art, combining images of food, sea life and humor - at honeycombwinnie.com

Autumn traffic signal

I love this picture because it fits the rules of my project so well. I didn't set it up artificially; I just saw it by looking. It is pretty on its own but the caption adds humor.
Now I will admit that I cropped the original pretty well - that's just a question of seeing the image among the clutter. Also this picture is upside down - in reality, that green leaf is at the top. I suppose that is an image modification, but maybe it's just taking a different point of view.
Anyway - autumn has it's signals!

Thursday, December 05, 2019

I showed vintage Mister Rogers to my 21st-century kids

WORTH READING:
"...intertwined with all of the current chatter is the implied message that the original “Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood” series, while loved and appreciated by adults, is part of a bygone era and would never (ever!) fly with today’s iPad-loving, Fortnite-obsessed youth. I discovered just how wrong that assumption is...."

What happened when I showed vintage Mister Rogers to my 21st-century kids
By Mary Pflum Peterson / Special To The Washington Post Posted Dec 1, 2019


Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Very rare Seattle Clothbird

SPOTTED: Very rare Seattle Clothbird. Non-migratory. Location: on my Thanksgiving Day walkabout.