TAR: Mr and Mrs Claus Go Back to Beekeeping

Yes, I took a season off and didn’t watch the 12th season of Amazing Race. At all. Can you believe it? All because we were out of town or something the night of the premiere, and even though it was on TiVo for a couple of weeks, I never got around to watching, and didn’t want to start in the middle.

But Sunday night was the premier of the 13th installment – sure to be a lucky one for this long-lived reality show! – and so since I had a little time on my hands, I sat down to watch last night while waiting for the chicken to marinate.

See how I establish my “I’m too cool to get all excited over a TV show” fan cred?

For the record, I used a couple of tablespoons of soy sauce, about twice that amount of a light garlic teriyaki, 2 big “blops” of minced garlic (the jar stuff), a shot or two of orange juice, a trickle of sesame oil, a sprinkling of rice vinegar, and about a tablespoon or so of honey. After about a half-hour of marinating, I put a bed of thin sliced sweet onions in a 9″ glass baking dish (sprayed some non-stick stuff first) and then put the chicken breasts on the onion slices. Poured some (not all) of the marinade over the top. Baked about 40 minutes or more (thermometer is your friend) at about 350 degrees. Served with white rice. Yum.

Okay, back to our show. Rather than obsessively pull the bios and pictures of every team, as I’ve done in previous years, I’ll just put up the couple that heard the dreaded “… you’re the last team to arrive. You have been eliminated” from host Phil Keoghan.

Photo Gallery – TV Shows & TV Series Pictures & Photos | TWoP
Arthur and Anita
Stats: He’s a 61-year-old who does playground maintenance (fancy talk for guy who fixes swings) and she’s a 63-year-old retired paralegal. They live in Oregon.
The Gimmick: Married Beekeepers
Video Take: In the understatement of the century, they believe they come across a little goofy. What gave it away, the tie-dyed shirts?
Bio Analysis: This hard-working couple, who’ve been married 14 years, make their own honey and have a blueberry farm. Despite their age, they should be able to handle the physical challenges, no problem. But they claim to share “a basic belief in the goodness of people.” That could be a liability on this race.
Verdict: They’ll probably be underestimated from the outset by the other teams, but they could prove strong, as long as they remember that this is a game they’re playing.
Odds of Winning: 10-1 Absolutely none.

What? TWOP gave this team 10-1 odds? I knew they were goners when I saw how they ambled along bringing up the rear at every opportunity. You could almost hear the Grateful Dead riff playing in the background – one of those diddle-diddley ones that never really go anywhere. There are ways to scramble to get ahead of people – you may not be young enough to sprint, but you can certainly better your position by being alert and quick to get out the exit at bottlenecks like planes, buses, and other “bunch” points. This is how older teams did well on previous seasons… oh, well, they’re out.

They seemed engaging and gentle souls – now I know what Mr and Mrs Claus do during the off season – and I was tickled to see they were from Fall Creek, OR. Hey hey! I used to go skinny dipping with my college pals in Fall Creek, it’s very… much the kind of place a couple of snowy-haired tie-dyed beekeepers would be from. I’m disappointed that they didn’t have better travel mojo, which would have been amusing as hell up against some of the younger, more aggressive (and more annoying) teams.

Adios, Mr and Mrs Claus. Bee seeing you.

Next week: somebody annoying better go.

Mooving Violations: Ohio Woman Arrested for Disorderly Cowduct

Udder Chaos: Middletown Woman Arrested In Cow Suit

Police in Middletown [Ohio] made a rather bizarre arrest Monday night, taking into custody a woman dressed in a cow suit who was seen acting erratically.

Michelle Allen of Middletown was arrested on one count of disorderly conduct for allegedly getting in the way of traffic on Wilbraham Road and chasing children in her cow suit.

She also urinated on a neighbor’s front porch, police say.

According to police, Allen talked back and threatened to cause problems in the jail if she was arrested.

Allen appeared in court Tuesday morning dressed in the suit.

It is not clear why she was wearing the costume.

Not mentioned in this story, but in others: Ms. Allen had previously been contacted by the police for chasing children and generally acting out earlier in the evening at a different address in the neighborhood, also while clad in the cow costume. All stories seen thus far include bad jokes about cows. Oh, the bovinity!

Full length photo and the police report can be found at The Smoking Gun, which found this story udderly fascinating.

Palin: Failin’

The TV Watch – A Question Reprised, but the Words Come None Too Easily for Palin – NYTimes.com

I couldn’t bear to watch the video, but ran across this summary of the Katie Couric interview with Sarah Palin. It’s painfully obvious that without a teleprompter, she fails miserably. No wonder they’ve kept her away from the press… and by the way, she eventually earned a college degree. In journalism, no less.

Read it, and weep.

The Thursday Night Brawl, The Friday Morning Bloodbath

Read the whole thing. Tomorrow is going to be a very ugly day in the markets and in the press.

Talks Implode During Day of Chaos; Fate of Bailout Plan Remains Unresolved – NYTimes.com

When Congressional leaders and Senators John McCain and Barack Obama, the two major party presidential candidates, trooped to the White House on Thursday afternoon, most signs pointed toward a bipartisan agreement on a grand compromise that could be accepted by all sides and signed into law by the weekend. It was intended to pump billions of dollars into the financial system, restoring liquidity and keeping credit flowing to businesses and consumers.

“We’re in a serious economic crisis,” Mr. Bush told reporters as the meeting began shortly before 4 p.m. in the Cabinet Room, adding, “My hope is we can reach an agreement very shortly.”

But once the doors closed, the smooth-talking House Republican leader, John A. Boehner of Ohio, surprised many in the room by declaring that his caucus could not support the plan to allow the government to buy distressed mortgage assets from ailing financial companies.

Mr. Boehner pressed an alternative that involved a smaller role for the government, and Mr. McCain, whose support of the deal is critical if fellow Republicans are to sign on, declined to take a stand.

The talks broke up in angry recriminations, according to accounts provided by a participant and others who were briefed on the session, and were followed by dueling news conferences and interviews rife with partisan finger-pointing.

In the Roosevelt Room after the session, the Treasury secretary, Henry M. Paulson Jr., literally bent down on one knee as he pleaded with Nancy Pelosi, the House Speaker, not to “blow it up” by withdrawing her party’s support for the package over what Ms. Pelosi derided as a Republican betrayal.

“I didn’t know you were Catholic,” Ms. Pelosi said, a wry reference to Mr. Paulson’s kneeling, according to someone who observed the exchange. She went on: “It’s not me blowing this up, it’s the Republicans.”

Mr. Paulson sighed. “I know. I know.”

It was the very outcome the White House had said it intended to avoid, with partisan presidential politics appearing to trample what had been exceedingly delicate Congressional negotiations.

Senator Christopher J. Dodd, Democrat of Connecticut and chairman of the Senate banking committee, denounced the session as “a rescue plan for John McCain,” and proclaimed it a waste of precious hours that could have been spent negotiating.

But a top aide to Mr. Boehner said it was Democrats who had done the political posturing. The aide, Kevin Smith, said Republicans revolted, in part, because they were chafing at what they saw as an attempt by Democrats to jam through an agreement on the bailout early Thursday and deny Mr. McCain an opportunity to participate in the agreement.

Now wait a minute, I thought it was the Republican leadership who were trying to wave McCain off and keep him from assuming the mantle of leadership he’s never had in the Senate. Maverick, remember? Goes his own way, bucks the party?

God help us, every one.

Salon and the Ghost Writing Journo: The Evidence In The Case

Yesterday, it was my birthday. The story of Margriet Oostveen, the Dutch writer who volunteered for both US Presidential campaigns to gather insight and material for her column broke, and what keen prezzie! She claims she was taught how to write “letters to the editor” that would be signed by real McCain supporters in battleground states. The story was originally published in a Dutch paper, but she also had it picked up in English on Salon.com. It’s possible to read it on the AP/Yahoo version (I’m kind of down on AP and their policies and stupid re-design right now so I’m not linking).

This backgrounder is also behind Salon’s “paywall,” but if you wait for the Flash-using splash screen to clear, the “Enter Salon” link will be in the upper right hand corner (it’s a day pass after watching the ad). Once there, you should be able to read the original article as well. I’m quoting the longish Editor’s Note introduction here in full. As no fake letters seem to have actually been published, they’re providing redacted emails, sample letters, writing guidelines, talking points, and the letters that they asked her to provide to support her claim.

It would be difficult to find the letters if the operatives in swing states were careful to “insert” them in papers that don’t put their letters columns up on the Web, searchable by Democracy’s Best Friends (ie., Google and other search engines). It’ll take dedicated local readers going through their piles of newspapers from the first week or two after the Palin nomination was announced and actually clipping them out and scanning them to find a few little smoking epistolary guns.

Of course, the real reason none of these letters have shown up in the local press could be as simple as:

  1. She made all this shit up.
  2. Local editors are savvy enough to sense when somebody is making this shit up.
  3. McCain’s ground game is so screwed up that the letters went nowhere.

How ghost-writing letters to the editor for McCain works | Salon News

Sept. 24, 2008 | Editor’s note: On Sept. 13, journalist Margriet Oostveen published a column in the Dutch newspaper NRC Handelsblad detailing how she had ghost-written letters to the editor on behalf of, and at the behest of, John McCain’s presidential campaign. The Dutch version of her column is here; Salon’s English translation is here. Among the letters Oostveen says she wrote is one in which she pretended to be the mother of a soldier serving in Iraq.

Salon requested documentary proof from Oostveen. Below, on Page 1, is a redacted e-mail from a McCain staffer to Oostveen about letter writing, as well as the sample letter that was attached to it. The sample was meant to be an example of a “good letter to the editor that concentrates on our support for Gov. Palin.” On Page 2 are three more letters that Oostveen says a different McCain campaign worker gave her as examples of the style of letters she should write. On Page 3 is a set of guidelines for writing letters that Oostveen says was given to her by Phil Tuchman, who is mentioned in her column. On Page 4 and 5 are two pages of talking points that Oostveen says she was given by the campaign. On Page 6 are three examples of letters Oostveen says she wrote and gave to the campaign so they could be sent to McCain supporters in battleground states, including the Iraq letter. According to Oostveen, a McCain staffer told her that supporters would be invited to pick and sign letters. After that the letters would be mailed to local newspapers.

Salon has no evidence that any of the letters Oostveen wrote were ever published, in their original or adapted form, as letters to the editor in newspapers.

Gail Gitcho, a spokeswoman for the McCain campaign, said that Oostveen did not properly identify herself to campaign workers in Arlington. “She did not represent herself as a journalist to the people who work in the mid-Atlantic office.” Oostveen, who also wrote a column about an earlier stint phone-banking for the McCain campaign, says she twice explained to different workers in the Arlington campaign office that she might be using her experiences as a volunteer in her columns for the NRC Handelsblad.

Oh, wah wah wah! She’s an investigative journalist. DEAL.

If you feel like it, read on and see what you think. But I’d be happier if someone finds a wee li’l clippie or two… or better yet three or four, in different newspapers, in different states.

Signed with different names. Yeah.

Ferris McBueller’s Debate Off, So’s His Girl’s

Earlier today, I jokingly speculated that the reason McCain was trying to delay or postpone or cancel the debate was really because his polling sucked, and he was stalling for time. It appears that I’m not the only one that thinks this. And now, it looks like Palin’s debate will either be postponed or cancelled – the events are being held hostage, in a way, as bargaining chips in the deal McCain thinks he must make with Senate Democrats in order to look all leaderly ‘n shit.

If they don’t wise up and fall into line on the bailout debate, see, Ferris McBueller threatens a debate bail-out. He gets his girl out of school while the weather’s still nice, too.  He says “Life goes by pretty fast.  If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” And although there’s a lot of drama and smoke pouring out of various bodily tailpipes, in the end it may turn out to be a lot of fuss and bother for no reason.  There’s a fairly good chance the Senate is perfectly capable of carrying on and getting things done without him, and McCain elbowing in there would just upset the delicately balanced apple cart.

No, I suspect that the real reason is much simpler.  Fear of failure. Short-term in the debate, and long-term with polls that keep on slippin, slippin, slippin, into the future.

And that means Fail Chicken is the real reason Johnny Can’t Campaign. He’s not ready, his numbers are not good, and what’s more, Palin’s even farther from being ready and her numbers are sucking him down even farther. He can’t afford to look old and confused against a young, smooth opponent, and he needs time to let his handlers figure out how to keep from screwing a very, very big pooch over the preparation for the debate in addition to coming up with something coherent to say about the economy.

Frank Schaeffer: McCain Chickens Out of the Debate

McCain’s poll members are tanking. The war and deficit-driven economic Armageddon that McCain, the Republicans and President Bush unleashed is in full flower. McCain’s joke running mate has to be protected from the press, but claims she’s ready to go up against the world’s dictators. McCain’s creeping senility becomes more evident each day as he stumbles around confused as a punch drunk boxer. His cynicism also deepens, as he sells out to the racists and the Religious Right’s extreme America-hating lunatic fringe gearing up for last ditch smears. In other words McCain’s campaign has had a disfiguring accident. Time to cut and run.

Okay, a little harsh and over the top, but this quote lets me use that cute Fail Chicken graphic again.

Here’s another take, with some added juicy goodness in the details:

The move permeated with political opportunism: an attempt by McCain to grab the leadership mantle he did not own and divert attention from poll numbers that were plummeting. Indeed, on Wednesday morning a Washington Post-ABC poll had McCain trailing Obama 52 percent to 43 percent among likely voters. The internals were even worse: 54 percent of white voters with economic anxiety favored Obama.

So McCain changed the script, announcing his imminent departure from the campaign trail. And members of Congress were left scratching their heads.

“I’m delighted that John is expressing himself on this issue,” said Chris Dodd, chairman of the Senate Banking Committee. “I have heard form Obama numerous occasions these last couple days. I have never heard from John McCain on the issue… I’m just worried a little bit that sort of politicizing this problem, sort of flying in here, I’m beginning to think this is more of a rescue plan for John McCain and not a rescue plan for the economy. (emphasis added-BR)

McCain’s mixed messaging on the bailout proposal was not just bizarre. It was emblematic of his actions the entire week. Indeed, the Senator has been all over the map when it comes to addressing the current situation. When the market crisis originally surfaced, McCain – now infamously – was the one to declare that the fundamentals of the economy were strong. Later he would call the situation the worst since World War II.

Even his actions on Wednesday seemed either oddly calculated or at conflict with the image he was trying to present. It was, in fact, Obama who first proposed to form a unity front in addressing the issue, calling McCain at 8:30 in the morning to discuss the issuance of a joint statement. The call went unreturned for six hours. McCain’s campaign would later claim he was huddling with economic advisers. But during that time he made a scheduled stop with Lady Lynn de Rothschild, a high society New York Democrat who recently endorsed his campaign. Rothschild did not return repeated request for comment.

Did you know that Obama hobnobs with elitists? John McCain is a man of the right kind of people.

A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. Two pictures may tell us more than twice as much. The first picture is from an article at the Washington Post and shows two senior advisers working the press room, and the second picture shows the same two advisers with a couple more guys, purportedly outside in the street after the announcement is made, deal is done, shit is spun like spidersilk, whatever.

What’s the story there, boys? You look tense. Back-to back spinning sure takes a lot of energy.

Ladies and gentlemen, those are what we used to call “shit-eating grins.”  We sure spun ’em!  Miller time!

It’s uncanny how this deal plays like Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, too. You’ve got a guy with big deadline who has to come up with the goods or risk exposure as a failure (or maybe carry the previous guy’s Googlejuice). And there’s this other thing that’s a great distraction from the fact that he really should just buckle down. It’s a nice day, he’d like a break from the punishing, crushing schedule.

Ferris: The key to faking out the parents is the clammy hands. It’s a good non-specific symptom; I’m a big believer in it. A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but, uh… you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor’s office. That’s worse than school. You fake a stomach cramp, and when you’re bent over, moaning and wailing, you lick your palms. It’s a little childish and stupid, but then, so is high school.

Wow… childish and stupid, just like high school and political campaigns.

He’s not really into doing the studying and preparing, it’s all a bunch of boring bullshit anyway:

Ferris: I do have a test today. that wasn’t bullshit. It’s on European socialism. I mean, really, what’s the point? I’m not European. I don’t plan on being European. So who cares if they’re socialists? They could be fascist anarchists. It still doesn’t change the fact that I don’t own a car.

Heh, heh. Well, Johnnie owns 13 cars, but that’s another blog post. And this is kind of like how Republicans can go socialist at the drop of a major investment bank or two. Or three. In a sort of domino effect that Johnnie DeReg helped to put in motion decades ago. Hey, there’s Neil Bush benefiting from some of Johnnie Dereg’s heroics. He might be President one day! Isn’t that a thought?

Let Ben Stein tell you all about economics, because, he’s really an economist (the game show thing was just a lark)  And he’s been trying to tell McCain stuff he should be doing, or deploring things he thinks McCain shouldn’t have done, moaning like Cameron about “Let Your VP Go!” But here’s what he was teaching Ferris in the 80’s:

Economics Teacher: In 1930, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives, in an effort to alleviate the effects of the… Anyone? Anyone?… the Great Depression, passed the… Anyone? Anyone? The tariff bill? The Hawley-Smoot Tariff Act? Which, anyone? Raised or lowered?… raised tariffs, in an effort to collect more revenue for the federal government. Did it work? Anyone? Anyone know the effects? It did not work, and the United States sank deeper into the Great Depression. Today we have a similar debate over this. Anyone know what this is? Class? Anyone? Anyone? Anyone seen this before? The Laffer Curve. Anyone know what this says? It says that at this point on the revenue curve, you will get exactly the same amount of revenue as at this point. This is very controversial. Does anyone know what Vice President Bush called this in 1980? Anyone? Something-d-o-o economics. “Voodoo” economics.

Honestly, you cannot make this shit any funnier.

In the early days of Sarah Palin’s ascension to First Runner-Up, some people noted how she talked and sounded kind of familiar:

Grace: Oh, he’s very popular Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore him. They think he’s a righteous dude.

Yeah, she scares me, with the righteousness thing.

Now unfortunately my movie metaphor starts to run thin, because after all Bueller is a loveable hero, and McBueller is an irascible jerkface (by reliable accounts). But nothing sticks to Ferris, not unlike the Teflon-like attributes of the President of the Bueller era) and by movie’s end, he’s not only off the hook, he was never caught. I’m starting to suspect that the liberal blogosphere, from plankton like me to sharks with frickin laser beams on their heads, are going to turn out to be like Principal Rooney, which is not good. All this incessant yapping at HuffPost and dKos (yes, yes, when you bundle it all together, it’s both incessant and yappy) about what Obama should do or say isn’t worth diddly. Strangely enough, I think that most of us should buckle down to boring bullshit work (like volunteering or canvassing or hosting events) and let Obama the hell be Obama.

And as for Obama himself, I think he’s in another movie entirely… he’s cool, freakishly talented, but spends a fair amount of time doing the hero walk without doing anything of substance before ultimately pulling all kinds of different people together into a united community, to fight evil and waste. Why? Because our way of life and the planet depend on it, dammit.

We don’t have to be mean because, remember, no matter where you go, there you are.

Yes, it looks like I’ll have to go back to the quote mines and spelunk “Buckaroo Banzai.”

State GOP pols react harshly to Biden’s coal remarks

State GOP pols react harshly to Biden’s coal remarks
A former Colorado congressman and a state senator lashed out today at Democratic vice-presidential candidate Joe Biden’s comments against increasing the use of coal in the United States.

Biden “doesn’t give a dilly about a coal miner’s family or a coal miner’s job,” said Scott McInnis, a Republican who represented Colorado’s 3rd District, which includes several coal mines, such as those in Delta and Mesa counties.

“No coal plants here in America,” Biden said on a campaign swing in Ohio. “Build them, if they’re going to build them, over there” in China. “Make them clean.”

As it happens, this is literally my home town paper, though I haven’t lived in GJT since I was a toddler. And as environmentally somewhat-clueful as I am, I know that coal is a major source of energy and revenue in that part of Colorado, and over the line in Utah.  Now, I don’t think it’s the squeaky clean stuff this McInnis makes it out to be, but it’s relatively clean-burning. Mostly, it’s a big employer in a part of the country that either depends on ranching (not so much) and tourism/hospitality (which includes everything from posh ski resorts on down to the glut of hotels and restaurants at major Interstate exits in little one-eyed burgs.

I don’t know what a dilly is, but Biden probably doesn’t give one and this will probably be chalked up on the “gaffe” side of the column. I thought there was a lot of coal-mining in PA, his home state, but I could be wrong.

Ah, well, what’s next?

Four Years Later, Disbarred and Deflated

Hey, remember back in 2004 when we were all freaked out about the primaries, and this little story about a judge who liked to “pump it up” in court broke into the news?  Well, it took them long enough, but the Oklahoma Supreme Court disbarred him.

Judge disbarred for using sex device at trial :: CHICAGO SUN-TIMES :: Nation

OKLAHOMA CITY — The Oklahoma Supreme Court on Tuesday disbarred a former judge who served prison time for using a sexual device while presiding over trials.

Former Creek County District Judge Donald Thompson, 61, was accused of using a ‘‘penis pump’’ in court and convicted in June 2006 on four counts of indecent exposure. You know, that thing like in the one Austin Powers movie.

Thompson was released in April after serving 20 months of a four-year prison term and has had to register as a sex offender. He was suspended from the bar association in late 2006.v The opinion written by Supreme Court Justice John Reif states that discipline less than disbarment has been imposed in cases involving felony convictions.

They decided to make an exception and disbar him in addition to making him serve time and be labeled a sex offender, because of the lengthy frequency duration number of instances over time that the offenses occurred while he was a judge – in some cases, in open court.

Boy, there is just no good way to blog this without unintended jocularity crudiditity.

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In for a penny, in for a pound. Sterling, baby.

Yesterday: Summer Sunday, Various Services

Right, right, right…. some actual blogging, rather than mere links shared lazyblogged via Google Reader.

It was a late start, but David had made some good, strong coffee (and didn’t have to be prompted via Twitter) and I got to church in time for most of choir practice. I’d gotten word that the father of a good friend had died over the weekend, so the first thing I had to do was give her a hug and a smooch. Was surprised to see her standing at the rehearsal piano with the others, but she looked fine, and not wrecked, so it was obvious she was there for a little “getting on with it” action.

Mary handed us (yet again!) something new to look at – a nugget mined from the 1940 Hymnyniminal – and she laid out her plans for gradually differentiating the service music and even some special anthems between the 9am and 11am services. We’ll be one choir for monthly anthem Sundays, where we sing both services. This was in reaction to a growing feeling that if we’re going to sing out of different hymnals for the program year, why do we keep using the Gather service music at the early service? I’m afraid I’m one of the murmurers, but Mary clearly wants to do it this way too, so I’m happy with it as long as no one is truly bothered by the prospect of a “two churches under one roof” split along musical battle lines. I don’t think this is the case; it’s a stylistic choice and also a matter of “whatever floats yer boat (ARRRR!! in honor of The Great Observance of the Feast of the 19th of September)”

So we read through it, and although the notation was tricky and the harmony sketchy, we got through it. Our youngster, Holly, was not feeling good so she promised to go home early once we practiced. She works hard, that kid. School, and job, and yet more responsibilities, plus music.

Anyway, while practicing we were happy to see [Pirate Pete] come in slowly, with his partner [Barry Tone].

Whew. Well, what to say? [Pirate Pete] was beaten up a few weeks ago and hospitalized with skull fractures, and he sustained some kind of neurological injury. He can’t remember the attack, walks very slowly and is very wobbly, and really shaky when standing unassisted. And a few weeks ago he was a very vigorous and able-bodied middle-aged man. There was time for a quick and very gentle pat on the shoulder (again, looked very rocky). [Barry Tone] stayed with him through the service rather than taking his usual place in the choir. So that’s another choir buddy hurting. I had a long talk with [Pirate Pete] afterwards, more on that later.

A few unfamiliar faces. People trickled in. Fr. Ted dropped in (formerly vicar at Holy Innocents). A guest preacher came in, Randall Warren from the Diocese of Chicago, so we had a plethora of priests – a total of four either participating or partaking. Priests: we has them.

Here’s a picture I took of Randall a few years back, when he was counseling us at Holy Innocents through the decision to close and merge with St Nicholas:

Randall and Mark

That’s Randall on the right, talking to Mark, who still occasionally attends St Nicholas post-merger. Randall is Canon for Development and Pastoral Care, and he was on hand to preach both services and cheer us on as we mark another milestone in our growth toward full parish status. He’s both very excited about the coming building project (which seems to be nearly back on track again after a long “waitabit” ) and about what we’ve been doing.

And, he has mad preachin’ skillz. His skillz, let me show you them: no notes! Empty hand! He certainly prepares carefully – he always starts with “a laugher,” and then an illustrative example, re-states the core text, and brings in some reading from other sources that he’s done in the preceding week. And he brings it home, tying up loose ends and weaving a fabric that you can read like a tapestry, all while standing “down front” and away from any lectern.

He’s also the only preacher I’ve ever seen at St Nick’s who didn’t use the microphone, didn’t NEED the microphone, and was not ONCE interrupted by a jet on final approach to O’Hare. We’re on the flight path most Sundays, and that last point is near-miraculous.

I suspect that even had there been an overflight, he would have been clearly audible over the roar; he knows how to project and get the most out of a room’s acoustics.

The musical stuff all went along as it normally does, and we were pleased to hear that “the vicarage” has finally been vacated (long story: back rent, years of basically writing it off, need the space). So after the service, we were all invited to go over to the house (which is on a lot kitty-corner to the back of the church) to go through it and see what needed to be done.

Well, at first glance, things look pretty good – clean and nothing left behind, and maybe needing some kitchen flooring and painting. It’s larger than I thought – it has a screened patio, a funky little flat deck, a kitchen-family room with a fireplace at the family room end, a living/dining room, and a study on the first floor too, with its own entrance. Basement too, apparently (which fortunately did not flood). Upstairs, 3 bedrooms, including one with master bath. All very outdated fittings though, and only a stove remained of “major appliances.”

So the plan, since the housing market went bad, is to move programs into the house such as Sunday school, choir, and various AA/GA/support meetings. We’ll be able to use the church in the evenings again soon, as currently there’s only Wednesdays when we can schedule something and not turf one of the support meetings out. I chatted with Fr. Paul, our resident folk-musician/priest, about the possibilities and looked around as the Bishop’s Commitee did a “walk-through” meeting. The Sunday school kids are thrilled. Naturally, with so many little rooms and doors, we’re scheduling something like “Keeping God’s People Safe” training as soon as possible. The little boys were inclined to shut doors (to keep girls out) and such… so we’ll have to educate ourselves about the Proper Use of Rooms with Doors.

After I wandered back in to the church, I chatted with [Pirate Pete], who leaned casually against the doorjamb at the back – but it was more for support rather than to look cool (which he just does naturally anyway). Heard more of the story, gave more support, offered whatever help I can give. What there is of it is not a pretty tale, and there seems to be little interest on the part of his local police to investigate or prosecute… and even less interest on the part of his neighbors to come forward on his behalf, because they seem to be afraid of the consequences. It’s someone local, he thinks. Maddening to be a victim, and not know if the person who just walked past your house is a neighbor, an assailant, or both.

I was also surprised to find that he comes from way down beyond South Chicago, just over the line in Indiana. But was not too surprised to find that as far as welcoming and inclusivity (aside from some stalwart Chicago and west suburban parishes that are hard to reach for him), we’re it for him and for [Barry]. And that’s just sad. I think there might be other places, but they’re uncongenial musically or liturgically, or make them feel just a little uncomfortable. So they’re with us, and we’re glad of it. [Pirate Pete] is colorful (and has a great sense of style) and [Barry] literally anchors the choir, usually singing baritone. And it seems like it might be a good idea to use pseudonyms, since I didn’t mention the idea of including them in a blogpost to either of them. Which is also quite… maddening.

And so after traipsing around in the wet grass looking in an empty house, and eating a lot of Oreos and drinking coffee with the forum, I headed for home, started some laundry, and logged in to Second Life.

Blah, blah, blah Second Life! Is that all you ever do, Red?

Well, but… it’s fun and relaxing, and also a great way to put off chores. So, WIN.

Sundays are the day my home sim’s weekly newspaper comes out. It seems we had a panther attack, and a noble knight died well on the fields of battle and was buried in the graveyard (I’ll have to find out what the real story was, the editor may have embroidered JUST a stitch or two). The weekly Celtic music performance at the Green Dragon had been canceled on account of bleargh. I do enjoy reading the Sunday paper with my post-church coffee (that’s post RL church).

The thing was, it was your basic Sunday not-much-going-on kind of day, but then I found several fun events to go to, and one very interesting solemn event to attend. By the end of the day, I’d kind of run the gamut of Life, the Universe, and Everything.

About the first thing I did was check in at the Snail Races, which was just to look around, because they only schedule events on Saturdays. But I was surprised to find several people getting ready to run a practice race, so okay, I stayed to watch the time trials. No commentary, which made it kind of hard to follow, even with the bouncing benches that follow a designated snail. You can watch previous, full-on broadcasts (with wacky commentary and slick graphics and “camera” work) anytime online. The course is constantly changing: currently there’s a collapsing bridge over a tank full of kitty-eating sharks with frickin’ laser beams on their heads, among other things.

After watching the previous broadcast just to get the gist of where things are (It’s a couple of months since I attended Race Day), I found a really interesting venue that looked promising, New Music Live at HD Artists Hall. Or was this Saturday? In any case, New Music is mostly electronica, with a strongly classical bent, but definitely of the 21st century (often with a good beat, and you can dance to it). I ended up joining the HD Artists group just to get on their announcements list. Great stuff, nicely hosted. It’s an Internet radio simulcast, apparently, I’ll have to find out more about their stream.

If that WAS Saturday, oh well; things kind of smush togther in SL, which is why I really should keep a better journal of my doings there.

Later on, I definitely did go to church for the noon SLT service at Epiphany, and chatted with people afterwards, including my friend Cady. Also, tried not to chat with a rather strange lady who seemed to be baiting us with dark hints about being possessed by a little devil attachment. I think people took long enough to ensure that there was not a real cry for help, and to verify that indeed someone was trying to pull a not-very-funny prank.

Whatever. That’s Second Life church.

After that, I was dinking around sorting crap and stuff and treasure, and got word that my neighbor Mistletoe was having an opening party to celebrate her fall fashion line, with a DJ. Well, that turned out to be an extremely fun time had by all. The music was dub, the elves be chillin, and there was even a large but shy dragon. Wow. Talk about cultures clash. My friend Cady (yes, the one from church) threw on some medieval glad rags adn came along – we danced, relaxed, and chatted for at least an hour or more.

Then that started to break up, and I checked on the laundry and made the unfortunate discovery of a pen in the dryer – sound of anguish well up from the underbeneath! But only one top really showed signs of spots, so not so bad as it might have been.

After some reading and catching up on news, back online to see what was going on. Dancing again? Okay, the DJ is a friend and always plays great stuff. Mostly, I was reading the news and thinking about the stupidity of the American political process.

But someone dropped a surprising invitation card on everyone there – an online memorial service for a person I did not know, but whose work was known to me. So… since the invitation was open, I changed into something more subdued and less “purple haired kitty la-la girl.”

It was both heartwarming and mind-boggling; the person was a highly respected and accomplished person, in both his real life, and in his Second Life. I was able to get to an obit and was very moved by it. It was also moving to see what his online friends had pulled together – he was the creator of a very popular sim called “Diegoland” and many people kind of got their start there in music or spoken word performances – back in the days when all this was very new. I was surprised to recognize a couple of artists – visual and performance – plus there were a lot of musicians who chose to perform. Technologically, it was a major challenge to pull this off, with so many people broadcasting by “picking up” the stream from their locations scattered all over the country. Most people ‘there’ (virtually there, that is) had never met this guy in real life, but they cared very deeply for him because of who he was and how he chose to present himself in the online milieu. He was, by all accounts, a healer-knight in both worlds. And an accomplished musician, too.

There were moments of inadvertent comic relief – it would not be Second Life without an SL moment or two… one woman started to type a command as she started to “speak” at the microphone, and inadvertently sent a pretty funny chat macro, complete with sound effects. And… there was a very earnest performance by a rather good Elvis impersonator. I… well, it was heartfelt. He loved the guy so much, he was willing to perform, you can’t fault him for the effort. Most of the other musical stuff was pretty good quality, good sound. The speakers were less successful, as maybe some hadn’t really been prepared with a good quality mike for voicechat. But they tried, and just like in real life, people strained to hear. Unlike in real life, though, they did that by “moving camera” (the viewpoint can be set to see and “hear” from whatever spot you wish within a fairly large area).

It was the largest crowd I’d ever seen in one place in SL. I think the venue is on the edge of several adjoining sims, in order to spread the load. It was quite a testament to the memory of their dear friend.

I contented myself with sittinq quietly, listening, watching people, and IMing with an acquaintance, who was also invited from the same dance party. In fact, it was the DJ, who apparently wrapped early so he could attend. A couple others I knew from my groups were there, too. In some ways, SL is like a medium-sized town – depending on the hour of the day, it’s likely to be the same few people logged in…you tend to run into them at art galleries, musical events, and dance events.

So: even in Second Life, there’s death. Not just the fairy-tale fantasy of a noble knight sacrificing his life for a just cause or a lady’s honor, but the real-life tragedy of a good man gone before his time, missed by his friends.

And that makes it.. yep, 3 services of one kind or another that I attended. Plus a lot of time spent “thinking good thoughts” for [Pirate Pete]. Its a lot to process, actually. So many issues, problems, challenges, triumphs, and sorrows. And laughs. Lots and lots of laughs, even with some tears mixed in.