Date: 2009-03-05 04:00 Subject: If you get a chance: Salt of the Earth, PBS Doc about Water in California Security: Public Tags: citizen's rights and responsibilities, despair-work, ecology, economics, ethics, future, hope, politics, water

Paul Rodriguez narrates this one hour doc on salt in the water supplies of various parts of California, and how what we do here in the Bay Area affects and is affected by water use elsewhere, statewide water policy, and other things. I had a chance to see it tonight at work. It's well worth seeing.

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Date: 2009-03-05 11:55 Subject: Important, not so important, totally random Security: Public Tags: good, lgbt, life, race, work

Important:
( Sanctity~Respect~Faith~Relationship: Prop 8, Fred Phelps )

( Sanity~Intelligence~Respect~Honesty: RaceFail 2009 )

( Not so important: Movie sales )

Random, kind of.
There are things I really like about working nights- it's steady, because not everyone can do it, stay awake and alert all night, and I can. It's quieter, and I really LIKE that I'm a soothing presence, that people feel SAFE sleeping when I'm there to take care of them, of their family.

But I gorram HATE how it fucks with my ability to run around and DO things. Like, last night, if I'd've had the time, money, and inclination, I could've gone to Good, at the Contra Costa International Jewish Film Festival. I love that festival, and I'd've really liked to see the film, and see Viggo, but there's no WAY I'd drive that far to and from and back to work on no sleep. I'd've barely made it to work on time, and that's barring car trouble, weather problems, accidents, and earthquakes. But to do all that driving and stuff and go to work on no sleep for 2 days... That's just not good. So, damnit, there it was, a movie I really want to see, and a guy I'd love to hear talk... And I had to work.

C'est la vie, eh?

Blessings on your heads, y'all.

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Date: 2009-03-05 12:23 Subject: The boy, the man, and the barn full of manure. Security: Public Tags: change, hope, humor, politics

Once upon a time there was a Boy who Wanted a Pony.

He really, really, really wanted a pony.

His neighbor, a curmudgeonly stingy old bastard who had very little good to say about anyone, but who did, once he'd given it, keep his word, overheard the boy talking one day, and said, "Come clean out my barn, and I'll give you a pony."

Well.

Everyone knew this man kept his word. And there were witnesses. So, that weekend, the boy's mother packed him a lunch, and he walked over the fields into the rising sun to the man's barn.

The man greeted him with a shovel, said, "I'll be up to check on you at noon," and opened the barn doors.


This barn. This barn was full of manure.

Side to side. Front to back. Floor to ceiling. Full of manure.

The boy sighed, pushed his hat off his brow, and set to work. The man went back to his house, certain he would get some of his barn cleaned out, and not have to satisfy his end of the bargain.

At noon, he came up with a glass of lemonade (a gift of pity from his wife), and found the boy leaning on his shovel, wiping his face with his kerchief.

Next to the barn was a HUGE pile of manure. HUGE.

"My God, sonny," the man said, handing him the lemonade. "This barn's half empty!"

The boy took the lemonade, saying "Thank you." He took a long, slow drink.

Then, with a straight face, he answered the man. "Well, Mister- With all this shit, there's got to be a pony in there somewhere."

Especially for thenotorious04, because- well, because there has to be a pony in here somewhere.

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