Tag Archive for Admirable People

We Stood on the Side of Love and Won

This is a picture of the logo for the UU movement Standing on the Side of LovePopping in to say a few thoughts about today’s landmark political victories. First off, it’s refreshing to finally have something for progressive Americans to celebrate during what has proven to be a very rocky second term for our commander in chief. SCOTUS’s ruling has dispelled the dark clouds of PRISM and the IRS fiasco with a massive rainbow arrow trailing confetti, balloons, and a stream of wedding invitations due to hit inboxes across California within the hour.

Today’s rulings remind us that persistence pays off. Also, the powers-that-be who hire an army of lobbyists and who try to bend the rules, especially fools who try to pull a fast one over on observant Twitter users, don’t always win.

The work of progressives is far from over. Homosexuals married to federal employees and gay Californians may have won big victories, but the only other group that won is lawyers. Because thanks to the Prop 8 ruling, marriage equality activists are now going to have to pay a whole lot of lawyers to fight for marriage equality laws in all of the states that don’t have them or have laws on the books that work against it.

But precedence goes a long way. So we should take some time to sit back and savor this ruling. Because democracy is messy and fickle, and soon enough we’ll all find something new to rant about.

I Write Like ???

The thing to do on Twitter yesterday seemed to be pasting your prose into this analyzator tool called I Write Like to see which famous author it matched you up with.

I decided to approach this somewhat scientifically and I selected three samples of my fiction writing as well as three samples of my nonfiction writing, and see what came up.

Well, for my fiction I got:

I write like
James Joyce

I Write Like. Analyze your writing!

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Smallest Library I’ve Ever Seen

I don’t know if this counts as a library because at libraries, you’re required to return the books. And most libraries I go to believe in the honor system about as much as an atheist believes in God. But this is still a neat idea, and it certainly makes the empty newspaper bins on Franklin Street a little less depressing.

Whoever created this little ray of literary hope, more power to you!

This is a picture of a small library housed in a newspaper stand on Franklin Street

Be A Hero: Donate $$$, Win Prizes, Help Kids

Sars Bunting over at Tomato Nation runs the type of blog contest that I aspire to host. Every year, she and her readers pull together to raise bags of money for Donors Choose, one of the worthiest of worthy charities.

The deal is that you go to the contest page, pick a project to support, chip in a few bucks, then shoot your receipt to Sars for a chance to win a prize from the prize page. More details about the process can be found here.

The goal is $50,000, and the Tomato Nation posse is more than halfway to meeting that goal. The final push is today, and you may look at the number and say, naw, they’ll never get there. But I’ve seen the Tomato Nation crowd raise over 10K in one day. Do not underestimate this crowd of fruit fancying TV junkies.

Whether it’s $1 or $100, every bit matters. So get in there, and give what you can.

(In other news: I know things have been quiet around here, but I never did promise y’all consistency, did I? Point is, I’m not dead. The blog’s not dead. I’m just figuring things out. DO stay tuned.)

A Thought or Two On Handicap Seats

This is a picture of an empty wheelchairYesterday, I saw a student remind three other students that they were sitting in the seats reserved for elderly, pregnant, or handicap individuals. An elderly man was standing at the front of the bus, and one student promptly got up and gave the man his seat.

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One Less Flame


There are so many people who light up your life. So many that it’s hard to pay attention to them all. Not that you can give them all equal consideration. Some are giant gas lighthouses who constantly guide you, whereas others are tiny tea lights who flit in and out of your life in a millisecond.

But you still feel terrible when a flame goes out and you didn’t even notice.

That’s how I felt yesterday when I found out Larysa Pevny, one of the professors on my Master’s committee passed away two months ago at the ever-so-young age of 47.

I doubt anyone, much less a person who was one of probably dozens of students who asked Dr. Pevny to serve on their committee, would have received very much warning. She always struck me as someone who was very private and not very big on brou ha ha unless her science was involved.

Which is why I will keep this short.

Thank you Dr. Pevny for what you taught me about science and life. My heart goes out to both your immediate family and your science family, who are undoubtedly missing you the most. I mourn the loss of the discoveries you could have made, the contributions to your field you had yet to make. Yet I don’t want to remember you for what could have been, but for what you did. You were an advisor who gave me a nudge in the right direction when I didn’t know which way to go, and for that, I am forever grateful.

We will miss your light.

If anyone would care to chip in a few bucks to the Larysa H. Pevny Memorial fund, please click here, then select the Larysa H. Pevny Memorial fund under “Donation Information.”

A Dane in the Army

I was so tired yesterday, I actually slept through my cat’s early-morning “WHY haven’t YOU fed ME?!!!” yowl session. So even though Veteran’s Day was yesterday, I didn’t get around to posting this until today.¬†

Anyone who met my grandfather would have thought he was a red-blooded American through and through. He went to church every week like clockwork, was a dedicated member of the Republican party and even spoke with a bit of a southern twang.

I venture to say that unless someone asked, no one would have guessed that my grandfather was Danish, that he was bilingual or that he served in the US Army.

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The Fine Folks at Red Cross

I was going to post something incredibly silly and inane today. But honestly, I can’t beat the parade of fake Hurricane Sandy pictures that bounced around social media yesterday.

Instead, I’m going to take a break from the regularly scheduled chaos and give a shoutout to the Red Cross.

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Helping Hands = Wicked Awesome

My cat Zura has breath that would make a skunk faint.

Thus, I’m spending the day in Richmond, Virginia. Why am I in Richmond you ask? Because Zura needs her teeth cleaned, and the Helping Hands animal clinic is here.

When Disco, the other feline who terrorizes my household, started peeing blood, I made the mistake of taking him to one of those pet hospitals in a pet store.

Never again.

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