Hmm.. looks like Bloglines. Congrats, Google. You finally made the reader we were all using already.
In a dramatic development that has come as a surprise to pundits and the public alike, a youthful technician with Diebold, Inc. has emerged as the unlikely winner of the 2008 U.S. Presidential election. The president-elect, 19 year old Billy Pustule of Green, Ohio, reached via SMS at the garage apartment by his mother’s house in which he currently resides, said he was “real psyched about being the president” and “had big plans for the inauguration party”.
And another interesting race became a moot point. It’s too bad because DeVos had everything going for him: he wasn’t Jenny, he was a DeVos, and he wasn’t Jenny. But then he had to go and do something stupid like this.
“Lots of intelligent people can disagree about the origins of life. In the end, I believe in our system of local control,” he said in a news release Wednesday afternoon. “Local school boards should have the opportunity to offer evolution and intelligent design in their curriculums.”
Sigh. Sorry Dick, not even Lee Iacocca can pull you out of this stupid, stupid maneuver. You just lost my vote.
Let’s say this one more time: Intelligent Design is religion. As someone from the unbelievably religious West side of this state (which is the only reason DeVos made this statement, sucking up to the old, Dutch protestants), I know religion’s effects on a young mind. Note to all you old (and not so old) Dutch protestants: not everyone believes what you believe and you have zero right to force them to hear your cosmological views, especially in a science class.
Kudos to Sarah Lewis, Operations Director for ThinkNOLA, and Valdis Krebs from Network Weaving for their continued work on making sense of all the New Orleans groups involved in the recovery. Valdis has posted the first network map of the more than 1,000 groups, people and orginizations that Sarah catalogued. You can see the map on Valdis’ blog.
I. Effing. Hate. those insipid managerial motivational posters. The Demotivational posters [purchase] jumped the shark a long time ago, too. But, you have to have something in your mental back pocket to jump start yourself (as my last post illustrates). Mine is from Hugh MacLeod at gapidvoid.com and came from the Hughtrain, his response to the Clue Train Manifesto. It’s simple, true, and hits a certain spot for me.
Merit can be bought. Passion can’t. The only people who can change the world are people who want to. And not everybody does.
I see this over and over in people like NOLA bloggers, national figures (both Left and Right), and even in my team. I can buy my way into a meritocracy; I can’t make someone passionate. And only the passionate see those fundamental things that really and truly matter.
I will work to be one of the passionate.
Warning: This post contains petty whining, references to winter, and cathartic material. I am not depressed, I just play it on the Internet.
Fall must be on the way; I’m feeling the demotivating doldrums coming on. J– and I talked about this last night about how, in the middle of the day, I felt as if anywhere but where I was would be better. Not the “I want to quit my job and join the Peace Corps” kind of anywhere, just the “not my butt in that seat yet again” kind. Maybe it’s a leftover from a disastrous Labor Day vacation attempt (which I now realize I didn’t blog). Maybe it’s the realization that I just helped justify my team (most of which hasn’t even been hired yet) into $5 million. And, oh yeah, we have to build a complete ERP system in two years.
Maybe it’s the onset of fall and the realization that snow is right around the corner. I actually don’t mind the snow, just the constant dramatics that come with it (“a whole FOOT of snow” Booga booga booga). You’d think each flake was a harbinger of doom the way people prattle on about it.
Maybe it’s not feeling motivated to work on ThinkNOLA, and the guilt that comes with not working on ThinkNOLA, which leads to less motivation, which.. you get the picture. I need to make a concrete list of items I can work on; I know I work better with tasks and items I can cross off.
Maybe it’s looking at my blog and thinking “no one cares”. Not that I want to have thousands of people flaming the hell out of my posts, but this is really, more than anything, vanity. And I don’t like to think myself vain (seriously). So I don’t blog, which doesn’t add good to the equations.
I don’t say these things so people will heap encouragement on me (please don’t) but to, well, confess. These are not excuses, these are ruminations. I know from reading my feeds that there are others not that far removed from me who have far, far more to be depressed about. And this, too, makes me feel guilty. Guilty for wallowing. Guilty for being apathetic. Guilty for sitting on my ass doing nothing to help.
I hear a resolution coming; god let it get here.
I have to ‘fess up; I got snookered, hoodwinked, and down-right tricked. My previous post about the Humane Society of the US (Don’t We Have More Important Things to Do) was, in short, wrong.
Thanks to Dan for pointing out my ironic reaction to that false report about Wayne Pacelle’s statements; the Animal Agriculture Alliance apparently either placed comments out of context or made them up completely. Dan’s right when he says “They’ve got plenty of reasons to be mocked, but the use of the silly “canine American” term ain’t one of ‘em.” So true. So, sorry for the mis-info, I was wrong.
That said, my comments about animal activists still stand. Reading Mr. Pacelle’s Statement of Beliefs gave me pause. The euphemism-laden statement is a bleach-faded version of more radical activist propaganda. His profile in the Washington Post (linked by many vegan sites) shows a more radical side to Mr. Pacelle, including his agenda to “ban hunting, species by species, state by state, and the use of animals in research”. Check out some other (older) quotes from Mr. Pacelle. Google returns many interesting articles about Mr. Pacelle; I encourage you to check him out.
However, the statements I ranted about earlier were taken out of context and I bit. Hard. For that I apologize to Mr. Pacelle and anyone who I may have offended. But, if Mr. Pacelle continues on the road he has been on since his college days, I don’t think a similar statement is too far off and will be met with the same reaction as before. And for that I will not apologize.
… you can tape bacon to a cat. Just not ours.
I’m curious to hear a reaction from our Feline Americans.