If you aren’t a political nerd, you might not be aware of the “impending crisis” called the debt ceiling. There is a lot of rhetoric and a lot of bullshit. I have an amateur’s take on it. The history of the ceiling: The “debt ceiling” was created in 1917 with the Second Liberty Bond Act. This took us from a system where Congress had to pass/approve EVERY LOAN to allowing the Treasury department (and therefor the President) to borrow as much money as they wanted as long as it fell under the debt ceiling (hence the name). In 1917 this meant putting out as many war bonds as the president needed to deal with World War I. Instead of congress having to sign off on literally every bond that went out, this meant the Treasury could borrow from Sam Everyman x1000 without getting 1000 approvals – allowing for smaller loans from individuals instead of just big loans with lots of
Wow. This weekend was…. wow. History in the making. I missed much of it. Something about chasing a toddler around made watching the news…. impossible. So I looked at my news on Monday morning and I was floored. Flabbergasted. Appalled. Grieved. Maybe a little afraid? But not a direct fear per say. In other words, confused. I am old enough to remember 9/11. I was in high school. I am young enough to say I don’t know exactly how we got there. I was only in high school. I do remember several of my classmates talking about “joining up.” Even after the first rush of patriotism, several wanted to serve their country and defeat the “enemy.” Afghanistan was too quickly sidelined by Iraq and Iran issues (and fighting and sanctions and blah blah blah). I would say America really struggles with nation building. We don’t have a great record of it. I actually include our own in this in some
I can’t tell anyone the right answer to the question of “is it safe to go to a convention this year?” I don’t know. For me, the answer is no. I have a toddler who is ineligible to even GET vaccinated and there is no way in hell I would put myself into such a potential Covid hotspot because of that. Even though the current information is still that kids are not generally as sick as adults – I’m not willing to risk my kid’s life. Even if it was just myself and my husband (and our extended families) I have trouble with it. I will admit that the Delta variant has me scared. And it isn’t just that it is apparently far more contagious – my fear is with the high transmission it will soon mutate again and epsilon or whatever is next not only is as contagious as Delta but more deadly. Or not only as contagious but
May was a terrible month this year. TERRIBLE. bright side is my husband gets MVP for life. LIFE. So in April my birth control failed. Ok, technically the failure had to happen in March, but I found out in April. May 1st I had a miscarriage. I won’t go into details (I’m a writer, I could and in my journal I did. In graphic detail.). For two weeks after May 1st I was still dealing with that. I woke up the next morning to a toddler bed covered in vomit. Remy had thrown up all over his bed… his pillows… his stuffies…. and yes, all over himself. So unhappy toddler cleanup while I am miserable and in pain. The Monday after (May 3rd) both my husband and myself get hit by the vomit-bug my kid had. Monday night my father-in-law brought Chick-fil-A for the kiddo while my husband and I literally each picked a toilet and emptied our stomachs. There
Genkii keeps me company while I work from home. Sorry I’m not posting more. Right now I am prioritizing my family’s physical and mental health. My mental health is DEFINITELY part of the hurdle to blogging. Some days it’s all I can do to keep up with the toddler and eat.
Now that the primaries are about to kick off, I am going to take some time to discuss my top 5 Democratic candidates. I am going to begin by explaining my “ranking” here: I don’t have one. I like these candidates best. I will vote for anyone with a pulse who is not Trump. I don’t have a specific favorite among the democrats, I have elements I like about these 5 more than the rest. So to put some kind of order, I went with national polling per FiveThirtyEight.com as of 1/29. Biden is still leading the pack with more than 25%. I like that he’s a moderate, I think it makes him more appealing to more people (if the left-extremists don’t decide to sit in the corner and pout again this cycle ’cause they didn’t get their guy). There are still somewhere between 15-25% of “undecided” and “independant” voters in key states who flip flop between the parties. I
I always had great sympathy for pet owners who had fur-babies who didn’t like fireworks. Animals don’t understand the noise, it just sounds dangerous. Intellectually, I felt sorry for parents of small children. But as I hold my exhausted baby and he whines and cries trying to sleep and waking up with a startle reflex he doesn’t understand where is coming from, can’t control his reaction, or even apply understanding and logic that everything is ok…. I would fix it if I could.
Every November I remember the gallon of milk a strange bought for me. This year it somehow feels poignant all over again. The reminder of how vulnerable we actually are. How impermanent things actually are. It might be increased anxiety speaking right now, but every time I begin to feel overwhelmed I remember – when I desperately needed it, a complete stranger bought me milk so I could eat.
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It’s difficult for writers to make money. I went out into the cold corporate world after college because I don’t like going hungry. Some days I hate it. I hate going to work. My fingers itch and all I want to do it use post-it notes on a wall and figure out the plot hole burning against the back of my face. It’s all I can do to look human instead of speaking inhuman tongues which have been tumbling around my tongue. I took a part-time job in desperation when I was unemployed. Unemployment covered my car payments and gas, but that was about it. Thank God my parents had space and resources to support me during that time. But I loved the job. I like working customer service. I like balloons. I loved that my mind could roam across landscapes beyond the mundane while I stocked shelves. I loved the creativity of building displays. I…
Click here to read Part 1 Wondering why there is a part 2? Because I think this actually goes beyond merely literary critique. Let’s take an example: The Bible. One of the big areas I see this is around homosexuality. And it makes me see a little cross-eyed because every verse that gets brought up is brought up either without the cultural context of the time it was written and/or the linguistic context. I’m not going to break down all the verses (there are 6 and you can Google it for yourself). But when people talk about Sodom and Gomorrah they always talk about man-on-man sex. It ignores the custom that when you feed someone in your house (as Lot did), in that culture – you have taken on a responsibility to protect them. This is huge. I would compare it to spitting in someone’s face in today’s world. It is such a taboo you’ve probably never seriously considered it except