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Raised to Profess Social Justice and Faith!

Just 108 years ago, my ancestors came as strong-willed, hardworking and God--loving intellectuals from Europe.  They came to pursue the promise of land, freedom and education for their children, and a brighter future than they fear they faced in the political and social climate of Germany.   Here they encountered the lies and broken promises many immigrants to America faced.  My family largely worked themselves to death in the squalid conditions of the packinghouse industry, bluecollar workers who broke their hearts and backs for my white-collar future.

My BlueCollar Beloveds and I desire to live a life exemplifying the Christian
walk, a walk we feel is entirely compatible with intellectual endeavor, good humor, and activism. We consider ourselves "blue sheep" of the Religious Left and embrace a fiscally liberal, pro-labor, egalitarian philosophy which values an active fight for social justice.  Our faith in Jesus Christ emboldens us to fight against poverty, injustice, discrimination, ignorance, intolerance, arrogance, greed, racism, sexism and oppression in all its institutions.  Our family lives an afflicted victory thruogh which we seek to encourage, enlighten and bring hope and joy to others through Spirit-led works of the hand, heart and mind.  We invite you into our family and welcome you to join us in our endeavors for the good!!!!....

 

 


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Wednesday, June 30, 2010

No wonder, woman!

wonderwomannewdo.jpgHave you heard all the chatter about the new look of DC Comics’ Wonder Woman?  Of course you haven’t.  You don’t have time for that, so I’m here for you.  Up at all hours, two insomniac boy children chiming in my ear and twirling like tops, Hubby plugged in to a hissing Darth Vader breathmask dreaming deeply through his newfound oxygen high about all the transfat foods he will eat when I die.  I’m all prayed out, so I can bring you the 411 on such things.

My initial reaction to the change in WW’s new look was: You know it’s the End Times when even Wonder Woman no longer has time to do her hair. But, do you think I am projecting?  I mean, I don’t think I’ve had time to really “do” my hair as society expects of a woman since, um, circa 1999. And secretly (and now, I guess, publicly) I don’t really care.  Maybe that’s why some of Hub’s recent new pet names for me have included “Medusa” and “Swamp Thing.”  I’m not sure.  We’ll take that up at our next monthly State of Our Union date night.

Here are some others’ reactions to WW remixed:

--DC Comics Starves Wonder Woman, Then Drags Her To Hot Topic

--If instead of the choker she had like a chunky H&M necklace I think this would be kind of perfect, though I guess I don't know why, exactly. She looks a little more ready to kick a**?

--Camille Paglia warned us about the prevalence of "The Yoga Look", now didn't she? "Desexualized, Sterile Athleticism"

--I know Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was my childhood hero. I was Wonder Woman for Halloween at age 5. And you, skinny hipster goth chick on the right, are no Wonder Woman.

--Princess Coldstare has no time to hit anybody. She's too busy negotiating her deal to become Smirnoff ICE's new gapemodel.

--Why does the new version look so stuck in the 90s? I haven't seen chokers in 4-EVA.

--I can't get past the jeggings.

Yah, I mingle with some pretty opinionated snarks.  They don’t know but for MN Nice.  When you start talking about a cartoon at 3 in the morning you may not at first realize you are entering into discussions of feminism, haute couture, patriarchal hegemony, the deconstruction of art, historical iconography, consumerism and…jeggings.

Personally I really just miss the wholesome Lynda Carter/Diana Prince Wonder Woman of TV. Sure, she was a shill for the 1970s radical feminist agenda, but at least she had a warm smile and some curves.  You could imagine her being a mom.

I guess I have nothing more to say except, get your sleep, forget your hair, and go back to praying.

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Tuesday, June 29, 2010

DinoDocs
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Solid effort, lads, but I think this one is beyond help.  Cause of death...er, uh...?







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Monday, June 28, 2010

The Skinny
staphbacteriaplushie.jpgYou know all those fables by Aesop?  The ones with the Fox and the Grapes and the Tortoise and the Hair and the Eagle and the Jackdaw (or whatever)?  You know how there's always one animal that's too scattered and butt-brain flawed to get the job done?  Yah, this week that's been me.  I have been the Foxy-Harey-Jackdaw.  There has been no time, no finesse, I have not been exceptional.  I take off my cape (which Toe calls my "super") and toss it in, towel-like.

But if you want a yawn (or are using the free internet kiosk in your doctor's waiting room, killing time and distracting yourslef before an invasive and unpleasant exam), here's the week in review from the BCD house.  Revel in my mediocrity and shortcomings.  Puff yourselves up. (But do not operate heavy machinery while reading):

Neighborhood Buddhist Monk Sightings: 3 (flowing orange robes up and down the streets, outside the DQ, kickin it with a soccer ball at the playground).

Number of meals made with a vegan meat "substitute": 4

Number of times I caught Hub drooling while watching the Food Network: 3

Number of dangerous bacteria currently attempting to devour my child: 2

Number of bribes made to child to encourage ingestion of vile antibiotics: 7

Number of threats made to coerce child to ingest vile antibiotics: 3

Number of times we changed antibiotics: 2

Number of times a PCA let Toe wander around a random house neighboring our church during VBS: 2

Number of PCAs fired: 1

Number of new PCAs coming into the house: 2

Number of
Giant Microbe bacterial plushies Roo now owns as "survivor" gifts from pediatrician: 3 (staphylococcus aureus pictured)

Times I have had to postpone surgery due to my children (infections, babysitters, etc.): 3

Times I have been bummed about postponing surgery: 0

Times this week something in the news made me want to punch a wall: 15

What I punched instead: my deluxe fluffy Pink Panther pillow (poor Pinkie!)

Number of biological sisters who have encouraged and loved on me this week: 2

Number of sisters-by-choice who have encouraged and loved on me this week: 8

Number of sister-in-the-LORD praying for me right now: countless

Number of times I've thought I could ever get by in this world on my own: 0





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Friday, June 25, 2010

Our Autism Odyssey: In the end there was Adam
adam.jpgHub and I must have rented and returned the movie Adam at the local library at least 3 times.  We'd bring it home, let it sit like a paperweight on our hall table. Day after day, accruing fees, waiting for us, unwatched. 

Despite the rave reviews and prestigous awards, it's not easy to sit down to fictionalized glimpses of your autisitc child's possible futures. There is so much that is unknowable with Aspergers and high-functioning ASDs, and anyway, who can really say how life will unfurl for any child?  We were scared.  We were hopeful.  We never know what seemingly tiny nugget of truth will fall into our lives, possibly crumbling the fragile peace we've built with our angel child's autism.

Toe, oh.  We wanted to see it for you.

With a whole week of lad-less evenings (see "Vacation Bible School: It's Not Mexico, But It's Free"), we couldn't put if off any longer.  We saw Adam.  We devoured it, actually, in one sitting, not moving, hardly breathing.  Even our bladders didn't motivate us from our seats (well, mine's part robot so it does what I tell it to, but whatever). 

All I can say now is this: if you love Toe, watch Adam.  If you want to understand better what it is to be inside the beautifully strange mind of our adorable little walking idiosyncrasy, watch Adam.  If you want to know how lucky we are and how tortured and how blessed and confuse all at once, just watch Adam.  There is some of our whole little family in about every scene.

Then go tell other people who love someone with an ASD to watch Adam too.


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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Jesus the Kid
cowboyjesus2.jpgVacation Bible School ain't what it used to be.  It's not all cutout apostles hanging morosely from a felt board in some dank church basement, or questionable crafts like burnt-matchstick crosses and empty tombs made out of a hollowed potato and a tealight, no. Nowadays VBS is kind of like a Broadway production.  It's larger than life, sparkling with props and elaborate direction and complexly choreographed musical numbers.  VBS has "themes."

Here are some actual VBS themes from our church and those of our neighborhood rivals: VBS Tropical Luau (those Baptists will do anything for a good BBQ), Galactic Blast SpaceAdventure VBS (the Universalist heathens, who else?), Payne Free Evangelical Wild Wild VBS (the cowboy hat and horses suggest a sort of Buffalo-Bill-Cody-Comes-to-the-Blood-of-Christ feel), VBS Under the Sea (yes, we Nazarenes like to spend summer evenings lazy by the pool), VBS Dinosaur Romp (some freelove, floaty new-agey church called "Emerge"), Small Soldiers A.R.M.Y. of God (Annointed Ready Mighty Youth)--complete with camo and everything---from Contender for the Faith Church (I am not sure of their denomination, but their sign has a picture of a very Mohammed Ali Jesus in boxing gloves ready to fight the powers of darkness!). 
 
Whatever.  All I remember of VBS as a child was
1.  that I could tell my mom was already having a party in her head, planning all the summer reading she'd get done on the chaise lounge while I was away
2. warm KoolAid, and always green Lime--always green!
3. the holograph eyes-following-you picture of Jesus creeping me out on the teacher's desk
I was a very unholy child.

This week for the first time Toe and Roo are both taking part in the long-standing summertime ritual of VBS.  Since for our church VBS is an eveningtime supperclub for kids arrangement, Hub and I are enjoying some blissful kidfree dinners without neither ketchup nor peanut butter on the menu.  There has been some summer reading in lounge chairs, but mostly just frantic practicing with the take-home DVD for the "parent" part in the VBS Closing Ceremonies chorale extravaganza come Friday.  Imagine Hub blowing in a conch shell and a sea of swaying little sea creatures singing "Love Thy Anemones."

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Sunday, June 20, 2010

Ode to Papa Bear
bearboys.jpgFathering boys is no picnic in the Hundred Acre Wood.  When the boys are more grizzly than Pooh-like there is an added element of challenge. Add to this that the forest can sometimes be a dark, dangerous and hostile place, that the weather there is unpredictable, that the bugs are annoying and the constant campers are trampling your berries and snagging all the fish, that the 3rd ring suburban clone home strip mall developments are encroaching on you lair and that a lot of your buddy bears have decided to join the circus for a better, more reliable gig. Suddenly life as a Papa Bear can be quite a survival dance.

And if that's not bad enough, try doing a Google search for "Daddy Bear" sometime and see how modern culture has stripped away some of the wholesomeness and child-centered fun of that title.  Grrrrr.

Still, no matter what comes, our own Papa Bear is a loveable, formidable beast, and we pray thanksgiving for that.  Defender of the family, soft, cuddly shoulder to cry on, forager and provider, a protector who can dance a jig and make laughter out of tears, a compassionate and giving fellow-bear to others, a playful and inspiring example to his adoring, naughty cubs. 

True, he could keep his nails and beard more closely trimmed, and possibly snore less, but these are small things.

Papa Bear, we love you. This day and every day!



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Thursday, June 17, 2010

back to the po'house

ramseycopoorfarm.jpgCan’t make the rent in this tough economy?  Would you like to live in this picture?

I don’t know how I missed this  week, but thank goodness for Joan Carter’s Daily Kos piece
that linked to it yesterday.

Apparently in Minnesota—and in a few other “forward thinking” states like Arkansas and Arizona the spirit of the debtor’s prison is back.  Can you believe we are in such good political company? Yah, me neither. 

According to the STrib, Richfield woman Joy Uhlmeyer was picked up in a squad, booked, fingerprinted and held overnight in Anoka County jail this past Easter for defaulting on credit card payments. And she is one among many.

(I wonder what kind of violent crime goes down, by the way, while local law enforcement officers are busy cuffing and transporting the unemployed or financially-struggling people who can’t make the Visa payment in my neighborhood? Huh).

The STrib reported
It's not a crime to owe money, and debtors' prisons were abolished in the United States in the 19th century. But people are routinely being thrown in jail for failing to pay debts. In Minnesota, which has some of the most creditor-friendly laws in the country, the use of arrest warrants against debtors has jumped 60 percent over the past four years, with 845 cases in 2009… The laws allowing for the arrest of someone for an unpaid debt are not new. What is new is the rise of well-funded, aggressive and centralized collection firms, in many cases run by attorneys, that buy up unpaid debt and use the courts to collect.

Minnesota law allows creditors to have a warrant issued for a debtor’s arrest when the debtor has received a court judgement for unpaid bills (as little as $85 in some cases), but when the creditor has not received financial disclosure information and/or payment from the debtor.  In MN, approximately 1 in 6 folks who fit these guidelines is currently being hauled off to jail, but an accurate estimate is hard to make since no one is keeping statistics in any state on the number of debtors being arrested.

I don't curse, but really, what the..., Minnesota? Why are we are allowing regressive 19th century legislation that is so hellbent against the poor?


Historian Michael
 Katz of the University of Pennsylvania talked to Minnesota Public Radio about the historical significance and future possibilities of incarcerating the poor:
Katz says the idea behind the poorhouse was simple - discourage people from asking for help by forcing them to work for food and shelter… many people were at the poorhouse because they couldn't work.  The poorhouse was the most stigmatized of public institutions, and it's one we seem to want to forget. Maybe,that's why most historians have ignored the poorhouse. For some reason, it seems to offend our sensibilities - and our image of what this country was - so much, that we have suppressed it. [I] still see shadows of the poorhouse, and hear echoes of the thinking that created the poorhouse system.

Collections firms and credit agencies should be glad nice Minnesotans worked so hard to keep the Ramsey County Poor Farm on the National Register of Historical Places--it’s been maintained in great condition and may be open for business soon if laws like these continue.  I think with legislation like that proposed Tuesday by Senator Orrin Hatch (requiring welfare and unemployment beneficiaries to pass a drug test to qualify for programs under amendment 1885), we may soon feel more and more like we’re living in Dickensian England rather than 21st century America.


UPDATE: Daily Kos published an "Open Letter to Senator Franken about MN Debtor's Prisons" this afternoon.  Read it here.

Thu, June 17, 2010 | link

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Firefly Watch
fireflies.jpgFirst it was the birds, then the bees.  Then the stars started to die, next the oceans.  Now it is that iconic little light of childhood in the summertime: the firefly.

If you grew up MN you might call them lightning bugs (or out East maybe "glowbugs"), but wherever you lived, if you had any time in the big green woodsy as a child, you loved them.

Join the effort to track and save them by joining the international
Firefly Watch.




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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

the man date
mandate1.jpgWhat do you get when you mix a rainy day with 6 boys...





















mandate.3.jpg...and a lot of toys...













mandate4.jpg...with sugary snacks...














mandate5.jpg...and consdierable noise?













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Friday, June 11, 2010

pint-sized pomp and circumstance
gradonstage.jpgToe is officially a graduate!  His matriculation from pre-school was a highly energized affair, complete with world music, floor show (including scarf dance) and mind-bending demonstrations of pre-K academic acumen.  On the presentation of honors and degrees, Toe paused hamlike on stage to give himself a lonnnnnnng and hearty round of applause.

A delightful rootbeer kegger and Kool Aid cocktail hour followed, during which graduates mingled to discuss their future endeavors and kindergartens of choice.  While other parents sniffled at their growing children's rite of passage, I have to amit, my mind was mostly lost marveling at how attached I have become to the term pre-K'er.  Way to go, Toe!

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The graduate, pictured here as 40-going-on-5.















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The wooden ruler knee whack: practice for the future self-inflicted battery of graduate school?





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Saying a sad goodbye to fair Miss Claire (soon to be in the Book of Missing You).














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Roo, inexplicably distressed during his brother's ceremony, performs his own drama:
HEAR NO EVIL...






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SEE NO EVIL...








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LET NO EVIL DROP ON MY HEAD...






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...and expire in Mommy's lap.


















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Toe with his "chosen" family.








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"Toe and Noe" (BFF Noah).








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Daddy, I'm kissing this school goodbye!















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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Our Autism Odyssey: a day off

The Cancellation Poem (By BluecollarSeuss)

Cancel Carly, cancel Jan, cancel tuna in a can

Cancel blogging, cancel tweets, cancel marinating meats

Cancel research, housework, rules

Cancel fixing things with tools

Cancel preschool and exercise

Cancel raining from the skies.


Tue, June 8, 2010 | link

Sunday, June 6, 2010

The holey Twible
jesus_twitter.jpgTweedle-de-dee, I know I blah blah blog too much about Twitter.  If you are already yawning, you should really cut out now and read something else.

But you'll miss something **really cool** (that is, unless you think the Holy Bible Word of God is a great big yawnfest, in which case I have the perfect
bunkola blog for you to skip off to and enjoy with the other heathens).

Just us friends now?  Okay! 

I now heart something called "
Twible" (rhymes with Bible, as in a contraction of Twitter and Bible..hmmm, see where I am going with this?). Let me tell you about it, pleeeeeease?

So Jana Riess, writer/blogger extroadinaire (check it out, she's fun:
The Review Revolution: Improving Culture Through Kvetching), has taken it upon herself to tweet the entire Bible.  Yes, less than 140 characters at a time, and she estimates it will take her until sometime in 2013.  Not only that, her bible tweets come with clever commentarty and an occasional smidge of social snark.  Here are a couple of examples:
  
#Twible 1 Sam 2: Hannah croons rock ballad to G: “Finally, a son! A coming king! A G who listens!” She can’t fight this feelin’ any longer

#Twible 1 Sam 1: Is Hannah a) drunk in the temple, or b) praying like gangbusters for a son? It’s B, & she gets one. Names him Sam Adams.

#Twible Ruth 4: Ruth & Boaz marry & have Obed, David’s g-pa. If king comes from a foreign g-g-ma, maybe God loves EVERYONE, not just Israel?

 
Follow her tweet stream for a punch of the Word with a little side of sass!



Sun, June 6, 2010 | link

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Lucky 13
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This Sunday Hub and I will celebrate 13 years of wedded bliss.  Here we are as chipmunk-cheeked and cheerful young-ish newlyweds, back when a leotard-wearing wrestler lived in Minnesota's big house. Also about that time, Princess Diana was killed, St. Peter got picked up and spat into the Minnesota River by an EF4 twister, Mother Theresa flew away to Jesus, Hong Kong got handed heartlessly over to China and Dolly the damn sheep got cloned.  Monica Lewinsky, the Unabomber, Posh Spice, Swiss Air, massive quakes in Afghanistan, Bolivia New Guinea and Iran.  I could go on and on.  In a lot of ways, a tragic time.  A time for Titanic love.






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Here we are now, Pa and me.  Oldyweds.  The children have aged us some.  We still like the big green woodsy, books, funny people, politics and beer. We follow Jesus (not just on Twitter) to the best of our abilities, despite that the world has thrown us our fair share of wrenches.  The attack on America, illness, Autism, two Bushes, war and strife among nations.  Losing family,  losing Paul and Sheila, losing Snoopy, losing The I35 bridge, "losing" the election of 2000.  Y2K, Whazzup? West Wing and Hyperemesis gravidarum. 

Biscuit, Skeeter, Birdie. Toe. Roo. Hallelujah, amen.






Thu, June 3, 2010 | link

Word
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In my defense, I didn't listen to ALL the lyrics of "Damn it feels good to be a gangsta" before I downloaded it.













Thu, June 3, 2010 | link

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Sleep Study
sleepstudy2.jpgHubby left me.  Okay, it is just for one night, and it is so he can be given a sleep study exam to test for sleep apnea, but still.  I feel the abandonment.  Last night poor thing was wired up (much like this crabby and poorly-rested looking gentleman--Hub wouldn't allow me to share his photos with the world wide web) and ushered into his own private little hostel of rest complete with flatscreen, sleep number bed, reclining lounge chair (apparently ideal for reading) and mini fridge.  

Hub's communications to me from Chez Bonne Nuit:
7 p.m.  Ramone is wiring me up like a Fluke meter while we watch Andrew Zimmern eat bugs on Bizarre Foods. This is how I imagine a visit to the beauty salon must be for women.
8:30 p.m.  They won't let me have caffeine.  I really need a Pepsi. I want to
come home and have a Pepsi.
9:00 p.m.  I'm not sure, but I think the chair in here was designed for extremely obese people.  It's as wide as a loveseat. What are they trying to say?
10:00 p.m.  They're making me go to sleep now.  Thank God!  I have been exhausted since 2004.

Here at home things were less conducive to rest.  There was a night-long chorus of Where'sDaddyWhere'sDaddyWhere'sDaddy? and a thwarted attempt by the pre-K forward guard to overthrown the Mommy Government in a coup of disobedience.  Somehow telling the lads that Daddy was having a sleepover at the doctor's struck them as an artful lie.  Thank God the dawn has come.

UPDATE
According to sleep study results, Hub stopped breathing an average of 80 times per hour during rest (moderate-severe sleep apnea). So, from now on he will be wearing a Darth Vader C-PAP mask every night.  Can't wait to see how the lads like that...



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