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Friday, August 29, 2008

I want to believe.

"Vote for him or do not; but take pride that this nation can produce men and speakers such as that." - Keith Olbermann 8/28/08

I have never been called to proselytize — on religion, or politics or much of anything. I firmly believe it is not my place to tell anyone else how to think or act or believe. So please consider this not an attempt to change anyone's mind or even to influence anyone's thinking, but rather, simply the act of recording the moment when I made up my own mind.

It is no small irony to me that Michelle Obama got in trouble for saying this very thing, but I am finally, truly, honestly feeling proud to be an American.

I have always loved parts of my country. I love its ideals, its ingenuity, its capacity for greatness, its propensity towards hope. But I will admit here and now that in my adult lifetime, I have never felt those good qualities embodied in a politician, a governing body or even much of a legislative act. The closest I have come was watching Rudy Giuliani leading people down the streets of New York — not because I think he is a great politician, but because in those few moments on that black day, I think he overcame the politician in him and was a leader. Too bad he had to go back and ruin that with politics.

I have never trusted a politician. I never knew a time when people were enamored of their leader. I'm too young to really remember much of Regan and not old enough to ever have experienced the passion Kennedy inspired. But I think I understand it now.

Up until last night, when asked, I was hard pressed to come up with a reason why I liked Obama so much. It was just a gut feeling. I wasn't ready to get involved, because I couldn't really speak to his position on the issues; the news reports I watched and the pundits I listened to made it seem as though, in reality, he wasn't that far off from Hillary Clinton or even John McCain on the details. It seemed silly to tell people he just felt right somehow, though I know in my heart that is how many of us decide who to vote for. I was careful when speaking about him to most people. I said I liked him because he was different, because he is a great speaker, because he represents a departure from the same old same old if only in the sound of his name and the color of his skin. Secretly, I just wanted to believe.

But now I can tell you why I think he is the right man for the job. Listening to him last night, I agreed with nearly everything he said. I agree with his energy policy. I agree that we need to talk to those who disagree with us, rather than simply bullying the world into doing what we want, but that we also need to be able to protect ourselves and our allies. I agree that taking care of those who cannot care for themselves is a government's function.

But more than any of those things, the part of his speech that had me on the edge of my seat was the part about personal responsibility. I actually shouted out loud when he started saying those things. I can't remember ever hearing a major national politician have the guts to say, yes, government is here to help you but you also have to help each other and yourselves.

Ours is a promise that says government cannot solve all our problems, but what it should do is that which we cannot do for ourselves – protect us from harm and provide every child a decent education; keep our water clean and our toys safe; invest in new schools and new roads and new science and technology.

Our government should work for us, not against us. It should help us, not hurt us. It should ensure opportunity not just for those with the most money and influence, but for every American who's willing to work.

That's the promise of America – the idea that we are responsible for ourselves, but that we also rise or fall as one nation; the fundamental belief that I am my brother's keeper; I am my sister's keeper.

That's the promise we need to keep. That's the change we need right now.

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And Democrats, we must also admit that fulfilling America's promise will require more than just money. It will require a renewed sense of responsibility from each of us to recover what John F. Kennedy called our "intellectual and moral strength." Yes, government must lead on energy independence, but each of us must do our part to make our homes and businesses more efficient. Yes, we must provide more ladders to success for young men who fall into lives of crime and despair. But we must also admit that programs alone can't replace parents; that government can't turn off the television and make a child do her homework; that fathers must take more responsibility for providing the love and guidance their children need.

Individual responsibility and mutual responsibility – that's the essence of America's promise.


THAT is what I agree with. I believe what he said. He has articulated for me the platform about our country I have been searching for. Individual and mutual responsibility is the ideal I have been trying to articulate, trying to find in my own life. It speaks to so many things that interest me from energy conservation to eating locally to participating in a community. For the first time in my life, I found myself wondering how I could get involved in this campaign, and further, how I could use my own gifts and serve.

That is why I am going to vote for Barack Obama. He makes me not only hope for a better America, he makes me want to be a better American.


Read or watch his full speech here.


Friday, August 15, 2008

Family Visit to Colorado


Emily and Elk
Originally uploaded by LacyLu42.

We had so much fun when Mom and Emily came to visit at the end of July! Finally got some photos uploaded. Don't miss the video of the elk and the marmot!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Best. Video. Ever.

Full disclosure: this nearly made me cry, so have the tissues handy.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

WTF, CSF?!?

Oh my god, my college is so pretentious!

I just got an email about homecoming, and this is what it says:

“What is 4D? Well, in art-school parlance, 4D is time-based creation: video, sound, performance, telenetics — 4D art does not keep still. What does this have to do with Homecoming @ CSF? Well, there are four distinct groups involved: alumni, students, family and founders. And 4D is the space-time continuum — moving into the future without leaving the past behind. 4D transcends the individual. 4D is about all of us.”

Then? THEN? There’s a list of events, which includes Quadstock featuring Devotchka (an Eastern European band, which couldn’t be more painfully indie if they tried).

And then they talk about a fun run with the P-Dogs. That’s right. They shortened our already terrible mascot, the Prairie Dogs, to the even more terrible P-Dogs.

I think I just died a little bit of horror.

(What the heck is telenetics, anyway?)

Monday, July 21, 2008

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs

OMG yay! This was one of my favorite books as a kid. I will totally go see this movie.

My Favorite Fanboy Fruitcake

I really enjoyed this article about the influences of Hamlet on Dr. Who (and vice versa, considering David Tennant is set to open as Hamlet this week).

Unlike any actor who has preceded him in the role of the Doctor or the Prince of Denmark, David Tennant is both an accomplished Shakespearean (he has often turned out for the RSC) and a complete and utter Doctor Who fanboy fruitcake.

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The Stratford production's swift sell-out suggests that the audience is anticipating a rare kind of cultural twofer: Shakespeare's most celebrated hero, performed by the actor who now gives life to television's most celebrated hero. And in the case of both parts, it's hard to be unaware that you are watching only the latest of a long line of interpreters. New Doctors must overwhelm or accommodate the shades of William Hartnell and Tom Baker just as new Hamlets must compete with the ghosts of Olivier, Gielgud and David Warner. Tennant has already performed one successful act of exorcism. He seems destined to complete a second.


If anyone were interested in procuring me a ticket to Stratford on Avon and a ticket to the show, I think it might very well cause me to expire from joy. But don't let that stop you. ;)

Like a 1950s Stereotype

Sunday morning, as I sat reading the newspaper and drinking my coffee, I heard a crash from the second bedroom/office. I looked up and saw the cat come barreling around the corner into the living room like she was chasing something.

"What have you got?" says I, standing up to get a better look. "Have you got a bug?"

It was not a bug.

It was a mouse. A real, live mouse.

I promptly shrieked for Brandon and hopped up on the kitchen counter. My shrieking awoke him from a sound sleep and he came barreling out of the bedroom, thinking the house was on fire, just as Cleo chased the mouse under the sofa.

I had no idea I was such a big girl about mice, but apparently, I really really am. Bugs don't particularly bother me; I mean, I'm not a huge fan, but when you grow up where the roaches are the size of your hand, you learn to deal.

Anyway, the chase ensued. Brandon got out a bunch of towels and blocked off doorways and under bookshelves and stuff, hoping to chase it out the patio door. I did my part by holding the squirming, flailing cat under one arm and the mag-light in the other. We moved the sofa and got it pinned under one of the bookshelves. Brandon tried to scare it out with a broom, but it wasn't having any. So we decided to let the cat try to flush it out. I let her go, and the mouse came RIGHT AT ME.

I shrieked again.

The mouse went around the corner towards the laundry room and tried to hide in some towels Brandon had used to block the door. Brandon saw it and slammed a large bowl down on the towels to try to catch the mouse.

By a quirk of aim, the mouse was no more.

I told Brandon that he had definitely earned his keep as a husband that day, and we made a pact that he would deal with rodents and I could deal with reptiles.

He checked and it was a male mouse, so hopefully we do not have baby mice living somewhere. Also, Allison confirmed my suspicion that if we hadn't seen any evidence of him before yesterday (which we hadn't) he probably hadn't been there for very long.

Of course, when we moved the sofa, we found all of Cleo's missing toys, and now, whenever she comes tearing through the house chasing after something, I have to quell the urge to jump up on the counter and scream.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Drumroll Please

Today, my company entered the new Dallas magazine in the Folio awards for Best Redesigned Magazine.

Keep your fingers crossed!

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Dr. Horrible!

What happens when Joss Whedon (creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Firefly) gets bored during the writers strike? Why Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, of course!

Neil Patrick Harris plays a mildly inept super villain named Dr. Horrible.

The first bit is funny, but as soon as Nathan Fillion showed up, I CRACKED THE HELL UP.

Oh Joss. You so crazy.

:D :D :D

Counting to Four

I love it when musicians go on Sesame Street to do versions of their songs! YAY!