Tuesday, September 20, 2016
A Great Experience
A few days ago I purchased a car using an excellent car buying service in the Bay Area called Roadster. For a fee of $295, they find the car you want at the price you want and deliver it to you. No need to visit a dealership at all. (Delivery qualifier - they don't come all the way to Sacramento, so I took a train to Fairfield and met a Roadster Rep at a Starbucks, signed the papers and voila! I was on 80 West in my new car).
I had driven the model I bought, a Nissan Rogue, for a week when I rented one when I first returned to the US. I loved it. It sits high off the ground and has most of the features found in larger SUVs, but in a smaller package. It was good on gas, too.
So, I knew what I wanted. Searched online and found the options I wanted, and from those searches had a pretty good idea of what it should cost.
I purchased my last car online as well and absolutely loved the experience. This was in 2004. I kept that car until 2011 when I left the country. I sold it to CarMax and that was a painless process, too.
Anyway, as I've mentioned before, I should be in sales because when I find something I like, I want the world to know about it.
So . . .
If you or someone you know is in the market for a new car and you're in the Bay Area, I highly recommend Roadster.
I had driven the model I bought, a Nissan Rogue, for a week when I rented one when I first returned to the US. I loved it. It sits high off the ground and has most of the features found in larger SUVs, but in a smaller package. It was good on gas, too.
So, I knew what I wanted. Searched online and found the options I wanted, and from those searches had a pretty good idea of what it should cost.
I purchased my last car online as well and absolutely loved the experience. This was in 2004. I kept that car until 2011 when I left the country. I sold it to CarMax and that was a painless process, too.
Anyway, as I've mentioned before, I should be in sales because when I find something I like, I want the world to know about it.
So . . .
If you or someone you know is in the market for a new car and you're in the Bay Area, I highly recommend Roadster.
Showing Gratitude
A random guy bought some Starbucks goodies for the first responders of the NY bombing.
There are good people everywhere.
https://www.facebook.com/knightnews/videos/10157392671575527/
There are good people everywhere.
https://www.facebook.com/knightnews/videos/10157392671575527/
Monday, September 19, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
History Supports Him
From the New Yorker -
COLIN KAEPERNICK AND A LANDMARK SUPREME COURT CASE
By Jeffrey Toobin
Fascinating article!
Too good to cherry pick.
http://www.newyorker.com/news/daily-comment/colin-kaepernick-and-a-landmark-supreme-court-case
COLIN KAEPERNICK AND A LANDMARK SUPREME COURT CASE
By Jeffrey Toobin
Fascinating article!
Too good to cherry pick.
http://www.newyorker.com/news/daily-comment/colin-kaepernick-and-a-landmark-supreme-court-case
DAMN!
Trevor Noah slams Trump!
https://video.twimg.com/amplify_video/776187201751134208/pl/bdIQas9PBNVgLrI1.m3u8
https://video.twimg.com/amplify_video/776187201751134208/pl/bdIQas9PBNVgLrI1.m3u8
Wednesday, September 14, 2016
Truth Be Told
I love that Colin Kaepernick has taken a stand against the injustices of people of color.
It takes courage to do what he has chosen to do.
It takes courage to take a stand that you know will be unpopular but is right nonetheless.
As much as I believe in what he's doing and applaud him for it, I wonder if I'd feel the same way if it was Ben or Frankie.
Would I be as supportive of them?
Or, would I remind them of the cost of standing up, even when you are right?
The answer is . . .
I would have tried to stop them, wrong though that would have been.
Here's why.
Growing up in the segregated South, my brothers and I were taught to "go along to get along." My parents knew the real danger of pushing back in any way.
We lived with terrorism long before 9/11.
To push back against the status quo meant repercussions.
Folks losing their jobs, their livelihoods, and too often, their lives was the threat we lived under every day. It was the fear we learned to live with.
Of course, we recognized the gains we made because of those brave folks who took a stand on our behalf, but it wasn't enough to nudge us from the sidelines.
So, I thank God for the people who had the courage to do what we wouldn't do, then and now.
It takes courage to do what he has chosen to do.
It takes courage to take a stand that you know will be unpopular but is right nonetheless.
As much as I believe in what he's doing and applaud him for it, I wonder if I'd feel the same way if it was Ben or Frankie.
Would I be as supportive of them?
Or, would I remind them of the cost of standing up, even when you are right?
The answer is . . .
I would have tried to stop them, wrong though that would have been.
Here's why.
Growing up in the segregated South, my brothers and I were taught to "go along to get along." My parents knew the real danger of pushing back in any way.
We lived with terrorism long before 9/11.
To push back against the status quo meant repercussions.
Folks losing their jobs, their livelihoods, and too often, their lives was the threat we lived under every day. It was the fear we learned to live with.
Of course, we recognized the gains we made because of those brave folks who took a stand on our behalf, but it wasn't enough to nudge us from the sidelines.
So, I thank God for the people who had the courage to do what we wouldn't do, then and now.
A Courageous Act
An excerpt from The Intercept - H/T Ben
Barbara Lee’s Lone Vote on Sept. 14, 2001, Was as Prescient as It Was Brave and Heroic
By Glenn Greenwald
In an op-ed she published in the San Francisco Chronicle nine days later, she explained her vote by pointing out that the resolution “was a blank check to the president to attack anyone involved in the Sept. 11 events — anywhere, in any country, without regard to our nation’s long-term foreign policy, economic and national security interests, and without time limit.” She added: “A rush to launch precipitous military counterattacks runs too great a risk that more innocent men, women, children will be killed.”
For her lone stance, Lee was deluged with rancid insults and death threats to the point where she needed around-the-clock bodyguards. She was vilified as “anti-American” by numerous outlets including the Wall Street Journal. The Washington Times editorialized on September 18 that “Ms. Lee is a long-practicing supporter of America’s enemies — from Fidel Castro on down” and that “while most of the left-wing Democrats spent the week praising President Bush and trying to sound as moderate as possible, Barbara Lee continued to sail under her true colors.” Since then, she has been repeatedly rejected in her bids to join the House Democratic leadership, typically losing to candidates close to Wall Street and in support of militarism. I documented numerous other ugly attacks when I wrote about her for The Guardian in 2013.
But beyond the obvious bravery needed to take the stand she took, she has been completely vindicated on the merits.
https://theintercept.com/2016/09/11/barbara-lees-lone-vote-on-sept-14-2001-was-as-prescient-as-it-was-brave-and-heroic/
Barbara Lee’s Lone Vote on Sept. 14, 2001, Was as Prescient as It Was Brave and Heroic
By Glenn Greenwald
In an op-ed she published in the San Francisco Chronicle nine days later, she explained her vote by pointing out that the resolution “was a blank check to the president to attack anyone involved in the Sept. 11 events — anywhere, in any country, without regard to our nation’s long-term foreign policy, economic and national security interests, and without time limit.” She added: “A rush to launch precipitous military counterattacks runs too great a risk that more innocent men, women, children will be killed.”
For her lone stance, Lee was deluged with rancid insults and death threats to the point where she needed around-the-clock bodyguards. She was vilified as “anti-American” by numerous outlets including the Wall Street Journal. The Washington Times editorialized on September 18 that “Ms. Lee is a long-practicing supporter of America’s enemies — from Fidel Castro on down” and that “while most of the left-wing Democrats spent the week praising President Bush and trying to sound as moderate as possible, Barbara Lee continued to sail under her true colors.” Since then, she has been repeatedly rejected in her bids to join the House Democratic leadership, typically losing to candidates close to Wall Street and in support of militarism. I documented numerous other ugly attacks when I wrote about her for The Guardian in 2013.
But beyond the obvious bravery needed to take the stand she took, she has been completely vindicated on the merits.
https://theintercept.com/2016/09/11/barbara-lees-lone-vote-on-sept-14-2001-was-as-prescient-as-it-was-brave-and-heroic/
Sunday, September 11, 2016
Saturday, September 10, 2016
Happy Birthday Frankie!
It's hard to believe you're 33 today!
Where does the time go?
It was 33 years ago on a Saturday morning, like today, that I started to bleed and my doctor decided that you would be born that day.
It was a tough pregnancy.
By this time I'd been in the hospital for over a month, as this pregnancy was considered high risk. This was long before the quickie drive-by hospital stays that are the norm today.
The previous year I had Lydia, who had a litany of health issues and only lived for two weeks. After two pregnancies in two years, we were advised to wait a while before trying for another child. I knew that waiting wasn't an option because of fear and sadness that gripped me after losing her. So, mere months after her death, I was pregnant with you.
With Ben, I had issues.
With Lydia, she had problems.
With you, it was my turn again.
I had placenta previa, a condition that was potentially life threatening, but I felt fine. So good in fact, I was lifting things and moving furniture, as we were setting up our new home, getting everything ready for your birth.
Well, therein was the problem.
I exasperated an already tenuous situation, and in my third trimester, I started to bleed and was hospitalized. After a week or so, I begged to be released to go home because Ben needed me. He was just shy of two years old.
My doctor complied. I went home and foolishly went back to moving furniture. Again.
Color me stupid.
I had already lost one child. You'd think I'd have the presence of mind to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening again.
What was I thinking?
I don't know where my head was.
Anyway . . .
Of course, I started to bleed again, and this time I was hospitalized for over a month, waiting for you to grow bigger and stronger to increase your chance of survival outside the womb.
So, early that Saturday morning, when I notified the staff of the bleeding, surgery was prepped and you were born. It happened fast. So fast in fact, that your dad didn't make it as he had to find someone to watch Ben. By the time he arrived, you were born.
You looked so much like Lydia, it was hard at first.
The resemblance was remarkable.
You were both born a month early, weighing within an ounce of each other.
After you passed the two week mark, you started to fill out and come into your own person. Or maybe, I started to see you as you, and not so much in her image.
One of my favorite memories of your birth was Ben's reaction to you. He was tickled pink. So excited to have a little brother. That excitement didn't wane until you were five months old and started to smile. Then he was done.
It took a while, but he came around again, and now I'm thrilled that you're best buds.
We've had some wonderful times, and some tough times, but through it all, I've been so proud of you.
Here's some advice, unsolicited though it may be.
That is . . . be happy.
Find your happy place and drop anchor there.
Do what makes you happy.
Be with people who make you happy,
But . . .
Understand that your happiness should never be dependent on someone else.
You have to be happy with you, and for you.
Other people are responsible for their own happiness.
I realize this seems like a contradiction, but I promise, it's not.
It took me twenty years to figure that out.
Ok.
No more advice . . . today.
Just love.
Happy birthday Frankie!
Where does the time go?
It was 33 years ago on a Saturday morning, like today, that I started to bleed and my doctor decided that you would be born that day.
It was a tough pregnancy.
By this time I'd been in the hospital for over a month, as this pregnancy was considered high risk. This was long before the quickie drive-by hospital stays that are the norm today.
The previous year I had Lydia, who had a litany of health issues and only lived for two weeks. After two pregnancies in two years, we were advised to wait a while before trying for another child. I knew that waiting wasn't an option because of fear and sadness that gripped me after losing her. So, mere months after her death, I was pregnant with you.
With Ben, I had issues.
With Lydia, she had problems.
With you, it was my turn again.
I had placenta previa, a condition that was potentially life threatening, but I felt fine. So good in fact, I was lifting things and moving furniture, as we were setting up our new home, getting everything ready for your birth.
Well, therein was the problem.
I exasperated an already tenuous situation, and in my third trimester, I started to bleed and was hospitalized. After a week or so, I begged to be released to go home because Ben needed me. He was just shy of two years old.
My doctor complied. I went home and foolishly went back to moving furniture. Again.
Color me stupid.
I had already lost one child. You'd think I'd have the presence of mind to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening again.
What was I thinking?
I don't know where my head was.
Anyway . . .
Of course, I started to bleed again, and this time I was hospitalized for over a month, waiting for you to grow bigger and stronger to increase your chance of survival outside the womb.
So, early that Saturday morning, when I notified the staff of the bleeding, surgery was prepped and you were born. It happened fast. So fast in fact, that your dad didn't make it as he had to find someone to watch Ben. By the time he arrived, you were born.
You looked so much like Lydia, it was hard at first.
The resemblance was remarkable.
You were both born a month early, weighing within an ounce of each other.
After you passed the two week mark, you started to fill out and come into your own person. Or maybe, I started to see you as you, and not so much in her image.
One of my favorite memories of your birth was Ben's reaction to you. He was tickled pink. So excited to have a little brother. That excitement didn't wane until you were five months old and started to smile. Then he was done.
It took a while, but he came around again, and now I'm thrilled that you're best buds.
We've had some wonderful times, and some tough times, but through it all, I've been so proud of you.
Here's some advice, unsolicited though it may be.
That is . . . be happy.
Find your happy place and drop anchor there.
Do what makes you happy.
Be with people who make you happy,
But . . .
Understand that your happiness should never be dependent on someone else.
You have to be happy with you, and for you.
Other people are responsible for their own happiness.
I realize this seems like a contradiction, but I promise, it's not.
It took me twenty years to figure that out.
Ok.
No more advice . . . today.
Just love.
Happy birthday Frankie!
Friday, September 9, 2016
I Love This!
http://www.upworthy.com/one-man-turned-nursing-home-design-on-its-head-when-he-created-this-stunning-facility?c=upw1&u=6861cbea6edfdfe5a709ee39ad3c14b64135e61f
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