<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:45.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily's place</title><subtitle type='html'>musings about the world by Emily</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-85749190</id><published>2002-12-09T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T18:02:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, good intentions.  You really know you are fundamentally screwed when you have good intentions.  Last week, therre was a fairly major snowstorm that hit the east coast of the US, and as a result, I got trapped at work, while I was feeling sick, for 21 straight hours.  It took another 36 hours for the zombielike feeling of sleep deprivation to leave me, and until today for the illness that I had gone to work with to pretty much depart.  A very slight cough remains, but not bad at all (by comparison).  And that, friends, is what happened to the good intentions that I had to post more regularly to this site.  My apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I had given some thought to was the  .kids domain that the Bush administration had been talking about.  Given some of the nasty things that had taken place lately...including here in Connecticut, where a fourteen year girl was killed when she met someone she had met online- the instinct to protect is admirable and quite understandable.  What I am concerned about, however, is that the "information superhighway" remain a source of information, regardless of what the judges of appropriateness decide, is, indeed appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocking software, which to date has been the main protective device, frequently refuses access to information on Wicca, even though this religion is gaining wider recognition, even among those who disagree with its tenets.  The military even has a section on Wicca in it's chaplain's handbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that little Suzie's uncle Ernie is a gay man who comes out of the closet.  Mommy and Daddy refer to Uncle Ernie as "sick" and declare that he is "going to hell".  While Suzie may not need to know what Uncle Ernie does with his friend Fred  when they are behind closed doors, she has every right to know that mainstrem doctors do not think Ernie is "sick" at all, and that there are respected ministers such as Walter Wink who certainly disagree with the assertion that Ernie is "going to hell".  Will .kids sites block the flow of factual information? I certainly hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there be access to alternative views of history, such as those of Howard Zinn? Access to feminist and radical thought? Access to the more controversial writings of Thomas Paine?  Infomation that there are more views within Christianity and Judaism than its most orthodox forms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the extent that the .kids domain protects children from predatory behavior, I offer my applause.  But to whatever extent that it "protects" them from information (NOT pornography), I offer my strong disapproval.  Parents may have the right to raise their kids how they please, but they do not have the right to restrict access to contradictory information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-85749190?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85749190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85749190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85749190' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-85411898</id><published>2002-12-02T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T22:19:58.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In any life, there need to be touchstones for some sanity in the midst of a fundamentally crazymaking world.  For me that touchstone is my sister.  We got together, went to a bookstore for awhile, then went to the mall where we did some window shopping for some clothes that we each knew that there was no way we could afford. Fun nevertheless.  She went for the black silk skirt and top, very simple, me, the more femmy of the pair found a nice preppy pink sweater and a fivehundreddollar white dress with crystal sewn into it.  We then went out for coffee, complained about everything in the world, and then called it a day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Patty.  You make this town, state, and state of being bearable.  You're the best.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-85411898?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85411898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85411898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85411898' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-85337890</id><published>2002-12-01T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T13:31:42.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One thing that I've decided to do is to is add a feature which will be the transgender story of the week.The &lt;A HREF="http://www.advocate.com/html/stories/878/878_transgender.asp"&gt; article for this week &lt;/A&gt; is from the Advocate, regartding prejudice among gays toward transgendered people.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-85337890?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85337890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85337890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85337890' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-85335857</id><published>2002-12-01T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T12:55:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a recent trip to Springfield, MA,  I realize that my postings have been spotty at the very best.  Not that there hasn't been a lot on my mind to write about, but simultaneously there have been a lot of other things going on that, for whatever reason, have kept me away from making some updates.  Therefore I will do a bit of catching up, throw out a few thoughts  that have been rambling about my brain in abbreviated form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to abandon the movie rating system, once and for all.  The three most recent films that I have seen have convinced me of this.  "Bowling for Columbine" is a movie that just about everyone should see.  So some kid wears a hat that says "Fuck Everything"...this is a reason for an R rating?  There isn't a five year old who hasn't heard the word, and it's been that way for some time.  The MPAA needs to pull its head out of the forty year old sand.  The newest Harry Potter movie received a PG, when a PG-13 would have been far more appropriate.  This is a good film, but violent.  And "Far From Heaven"  which contains no sex, no violence gets a PG-13 I would guess because there is a scene with  two men kissing. . .  not humping, kissing.  It's not a film many kids would want to see...like "The Winslow Boy" which got a G rating, it is a movie for adults.  But a serious-minded child who has a level of maturity should have no problem with this film.&lt;br /&gt;My solution?  Dump the ratings, don't make ticket sellers into cops, and let parents take responsibility for what their kids see. Ratings. like record warning labels and efforts to remove books from curricula and library shelves, are just means to allow parents to shift responsibility to self appointed censors.  If you are unwilling to do the work, tie tubes, get vasectomies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Thanksgiving is past, tis time to work seriously on losing weight.  I know, Christmas is coming...but it is not as serious an eating holiday for me as Thanksgiving.  Any of you who wish to offer a word of encouragement, the link to my e-mail is on the left side of the screen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Kissinger? John Poindexter?  All the proof that is necessary is now in.  The alleged President is insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like John Kerry well enough...but as President?  I don't know...maybe it's just a fond wish that it were the other Senator from Massachusetts who was running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on the same night there were two NHL games played.  One was in Toronto, who played the Washington Capitals.  These are two mediocre teams, both at the time with losing records.  They not only played to a full Air Canada, standing room tickets were sold.  In Boston, a team in first place in their division, the conference and second in the whole league also played...with over 5000 empty seats in the building.  The NHL had the gall to say Hartford no longer deserved an NHL team...when it averaged 95% attendance in it's last year?  Please.  Boston hockey fans should be ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...that's all for now, but I may catch up further later in the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-85335857?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85335857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/85335857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85335857' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-84476601</id><published>2002-11-13T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T11:11:59.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am not a sheep.  I do not bleat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that this would be a self-evident statement that any human being worthy of that description would be able to make.  Sadly, there are those who will listen to the incoherent ramblings of Bishop Wilton D. Gregory who spoke at a conference on sexual abuse by priests.  Here is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sadly, even among the baptized, there are those at extremes within the churchwho have chosen to exploit the vulnerability of the bishops in this moment to advance theit own agendas.  One cannot fail to hear in the distance - and sometimes very nearby - the call of the false prophet 'let us strike the shepherd and scatter the flock'.  We bishops need to recognize this call and to name it clearly for what it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Will has the perfect response to this type of hyperbole.  Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving aside the fact that the "shepherds" have seemed to have shown more concern  and care for the wolves, the need for a hierarchy in spirituality is highly questionable. We hear much about a culture of disbelief, but there is a bigger phantom stalking churches, synagogues, temples and the like.  It is tha fact that many Americans have discovered the fact that they can do spirituality for themselves, or in small, egalitarian groups.  Considering Christianity alone, the idea that, on the one hand, it started with a wandering bunch of what would be referred to by the snide as "losers", but is now led by an elite group of cassocked and collared "princes", the question is begged: how did we get here from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we regard the spirit as something substantial, or as the most thoughtful among us - Lisa Simpson - put it, a symbol of what is noble in us, its care is something that can be tended to ourselves, with the assistance of trusted family and friends.  Hierarchical structures are as necessary to this as an appendix or a third nipple are to a nomally functioning human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-84476601?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84476601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84476601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84476601' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-84400701</id><published>2002-11-11T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T23:37:00.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK...as mentioned yesterday, here's my early odds for the Demcratic nomination in 2004.  These odds are for the nomination, not the general election.  They are also who I think would be nomonated, not who should be.   I will save commentary for the end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Kerry&lt;br /&gt;11-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russ Feingold&lt;br /&gt;13-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Rodham Clinton&lt;br /&gt;14-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Edwards&lt;br /&gt;14-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Reich&lt;br /&gt;14-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Dodd&lt;br /&gt;14-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore&lt;br /&gt;14-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Daschle&lt;br /&gt;16-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howard Dean&lt;br /&gt;16-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis Kucinich&lt;br /&gt;16-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Lieberman&lt;br /&gt;16-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Bradley&lt;br /&gt;16-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne Feinstein&lt;br /&gt;19-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Kerrey&lt;br /&gt;19-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Clark&lt;br /&gt;19-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcy Kaptur&lt;br /&gt;19-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Gephardt&lt;br /&gt;19-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Biden&lt;br /&gt;23-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Vilsack&lt;br /&gt;28-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse Jackson Jr.&lt;br /&gt;28-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Sharpton&lt;br /&gt;113-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names above are those listed on politics1.com as having some interest in running for the presidency.  The odds are assuming all will run; but such is certainly not going to be the case; to cite just one example, Joe Lieberman has said he will not seek the nomination if Al Gore does. If Lieberman is being honest, it is an either/or proposition.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-84400701?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84400701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84400701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84400701' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-84335461</id><published>2002-11-10T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T19:20:47.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, again, everyone...I just got back from an annual weekend away that a friend and I take every year where we go to a sci-fi convention in Springfield, MA, which is about 40 miles north of where we live.   Had a great time there, wish I has not left, as Connecticut gets harder and harder to return to every time I leave.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few projects I am currently working on which I will be finishung up over the next week or so.  The first is kind of a fun bit of oddsmaking on the chances of the various Democratic hopefuls of getting the  nomination in 2004.  The second is a more serious project, determining the level of alternative culture around the country, using the magazine "Zine Guide" as an indicator.  The reason this is more serious is that I am using it as something of a guide of where I may wind up when I leave Connecticut.  While important in intent, I also am having a great time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. maybe more later, if not, tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-84335461?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84335461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84335461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84335461' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-84118890</id><published>2002-11-06T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-06T10:19:53.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's the day after election day, and I meet it with mixed emotion.  I am saddened by the loss of Bill Curry, the best, most thoughtful Democrat to run for governor since I've been voting.  I'm pleased that the state house and senate candidates I voted for won resoundingly, which will hopefully put a little sugar in Rowland's gas tank.    And the US senate...arrgh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best thing that can be said about this from my perspective is that elections are like a wave.  Their complete effect are not felt until about 15-20 years down the road.  The one area in which Democrats did well was in governors races, and considering that four of the last five presidents have been governors, this bodes well for the long term future.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results I predicted in my previous post all came to pass, so things are not terrible for my own personal political world.  But on the national level, the evil empire has attained full power.  All that is left to do is resist, protest, campaign and teach until the next election.  The battle goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-84118890?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84118890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84118890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84118890' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-84011459</id><published>2002-11-04T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T12:19:14.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One day till election day.  Last night I did a little bit of calculation, and, if the election comes in as the polls are indicating, and the safe seats are held by those I anticipate, about 63% of the candidates I vote for tomorrow will be elected.  If I figure it out on a weighted basis (statewide offices getting the most weight, state rep the least) I will be getting about 56% of the government I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the carping people do about their vote not making a difference, I find that this is not a terrible percentage.  Of course, I could automatically increase the percentage to 100% by voting for the favorite, but this is not what democracy is all about.  It is about determining the winner, it is not a horse racing ticket where you choose who you think will win.  Therefore, the best strategy is to vote for the person whose values most closely reflect your own, in order to maximize your overall effectiveness in getting your ideas put into action.  And this is really the point.  Democracy begins on election day.  It does not end there.  Once you vote, you need to let the persons elected that you intend to hold them to what they said they would do that convinced you to vote for them.  If you voted for their opponent, let them know that and tell them that you oppose their ideas.  Let them know that if they follow through on their plans, a big contribution will be made to their next opponent. (I don't care if you don't have a dime to your name, say it anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, take the first step tomorrow. Vote.  It will help your allies and piss off...and maybe defeat....your adversaries.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-84011459?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84011459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/84011459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84011459' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83895618</id><published>2002-11-01T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T18:34:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my previous commentary, I mentioned two online comics which I hope you have had time to visit.  As I have said, both of these comics are ones that I enjoy.  The fact that there are good comics that deal with transgendered people is a joy to see.  There are similarites in each that I like, but also can be problematic.  Both deal very sketchily with the past of their characters.  Zoe has just moved, and Yun is just there.  As said previously, Yun's parents seem to come to terms with her sexuality too easily.  In Venus Envy, Erin Lindsey goes into greater detail about her character's background, but the events which led to Zoe's departure from her previous high school are glossed over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one who loves the &lt;A HREF="http://www.scottmccloud.com/"&gt; comic &lt;/A&gt; art form,  I appreciate the artistry that has been brought to the form, both in daily strips such as &lt;A HREF="http://www.zippythepinhead.com/"&gt; Zippy The Pinhead &lt;/A&gt;, Doonesbury, R. Crumb, and The Acme Novelty Catalog.  This is one area in which both   Lean on Me and Venus Envy could use some improvement.  In some of the early LOM strips, the characters don't stay that true to model and cannot be easily distinguished from one another. Jade Gordon has improved greatly in the later strips.     Lindsey handles the Venus Envy characters better, but  seems to have occasional problems with drawing in perspective.  She just moved to attend art school, and this is likely to improve the quality over time.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83895618?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83895618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83895618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83895618' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83888442</id><published>2002-11-01T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T15:11:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin PayPal Logo --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/affil/pal=thoreaugreen%40hipplanet.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paypal.com/images/lgo/logo3.gif" border="0" alt="Pay me securely with your Visa, MasterCard, Discover, or American Express card through PayPal!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.paypal.com/images/logo_cards_150x26.gif" border=0 alt="Visa ,MasterCard, Discover, and American Express"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End PayPal Logo --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said in a previous post, there will be a once a month(only) time when I ask you to consider making a donation via paypal.  If you wish to do so. please click on the link above.  When December rolls around, I might think of a special offer for those who donate at a certain amount (gee, totebags seem to work for public TV!)  Hey, if you like the site, think about it. Help me escape Connecticut. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83888442?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83888442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83888442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83888442' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83827389</id><published>2002-10-31T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T10:55:23.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, today I wanted to discuss my two favorite online comics.  Both of them are set in high school.  Both of them have main characters who are transgendered girls.  However, after that the similarities end.  &lt;A HREF= "http://jadaze.keenspace.com"&gt; Lean on Me &lt;/A&gt;involves Yun, a long legged, pretty girl who pretty much stays to herself until she meets Lisa, who immediately takes to Yun, and a friendship, which obviously must blossom into a relationship ensues.   Underlying the sweet romance style are several questions about sexuality which are never answered in any complete way. Is Lisa a lesbian, or a girl who enjoys the company of very feminine men? Is Yun transgendered to the point where she will ultimately have surgery?  Is she "straight" in the sense that she likes guys, and Lisa is an aberration?  The questions are left hanging.  And that is not bad.  As in the movie "Chasing Amy"  the point is the meeting of the person who "gets you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few things about "Lean On Me" that are frustrating...as I wrote in an e-mail to the artist, the struggle that Yun's parents have with her sexuality is glossed over too quickly.  The other problem is that the story  comes out  very irregularly.  Especially in the second story (which focuses more on another character) there have been breaks of weeks at a time between strips, leaving the reader to wonder what comes next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other, &lt;A HREF="http://venusenvy.keespace.com"&gt; Venus Envy &lt;/A&gt; is much less romantic, definitely a few shades darker in tone.  and far more willing to adress the family issues that go along with all this gender stuff.  Zoe has recently moved to a new town with her brother and parents.  Her brother is resentful for having to move for the needs of her "faggy brother", she has a talent in soccer...for getting hit in the head at the moment her team needs that to happen, has developed two enemies without trying that hard.  Other than that things are wonderful.  The other nice thing is that the author, Erin Lindsey, is much more diligent about putting out her work.  She has her strips prepared in advance, when she has some time off, she invites friends to act as guest artists, and never thakes a break so long that the reader loses interest in the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83827389?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83827389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83827389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83827389' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83701152</id><published>2002-10-28T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T23:52:14.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I live alone anyhow, I have often considered the personal benefits of a kind of secular lay monasticism.  I know these ideas seem, if not outrightly contradictory, at least somewhat at odds.  What i am thinking of however, is a kind of measuring of the hours of life in study, meditation, thought and creativity that is self-imposed, with a rule that is not imposed by an order, but by a conscious reflection on the benefits that this kind of life might bring.  I do from time to time think of meeting someone, perhaps marrying, enjoying the companionship that such a relationship might bring, but I am also someone who is keenly aware of her own idiosyncracies.  I was watching a documentary by Ken Burns about Thomas Jefferson, and during the portion of it  when Jefferson was in Paris, he had met a married woman with whom he had a brief (seemingly chaste) relationship.  During that time, he wrote a dialogue between head and heart with which I can fully commiserate.      The difference between Jefferson and myself is that he seemed to have that Clintonian ability to "compartmentalize" the life of the head from the life of the heart, whereas in me thay are more closely intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like living alone.  I don't think it is good for me in any way.  However, the only thing that would be worse is to share my life with someone who does not "get me"  Therefore I consider the life of reading, reflection, meditation and study, forming the core of a life around which orbits the subsidiary matters of my existence.  Unlike Jefferson, head and heart remain in me a thing intertwined.  I do not surrender the hope of sharing a love with another.  Until that day, art, beauty, thought, and contemplation remain my constant companions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83701152?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83701152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83701152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83701152' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83646688</id><published>2002-10-28T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T00:24:28.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In a previous post I had said that a good companion to National Coming Out Day would be National Reconciliation Day.  On that day, GLBT folks who have broken relationships because of issues of sex/gender might want to try to mend fences.  It does not matter "who started it". Whether mother, father, sister, brother, friend, what have you, I think we need to build bridges of understanding.  Help the other person get beyond their anger by reaching out.  Get beyond our own anger by offering understanding of pain, if not forgiveness.  Offer apologies for our own insensitivity, if that is an issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came out to some members of my family, I handled it in a bad way.  I don't feel badly for coming out in the least, but I do know I messed up in the manner in which I did it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is the thought of impending war, but there is just too large a stock of bitterness in the world.  It needs to be decreased in individual lives before it can happen in a planetary way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who gets to declare days.  So I will.  I, Emily, hereby declare Sunday, November 24, 2002, to be National Reconciliation Day.  Make peace in your world so that there may be peace in the world.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83646688?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83646688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83646688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83646688' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83602227</id><published>2002-10-27T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T14:15:08.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh....one of my posts from earlier was deleted...ah, the magic of the internet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I posted a brief memorial to Senator Paul Wellstone who was killed in a plane crash this past Friday.  I have a few more thoughts on this not at all lengthy, but ones I hope you will consider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Vote.  If you were on planning on blowing off your trip to the voting booth a week from Tuesday, I hope you will reconsider.  There may be a budding Paul Wellstone running in your district who may be your vote away fdrom winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Donate.  There may be a week  to go, but if you get a donation out NOW, especially if you use the Internet, it may be enough to make a difference to a candidate who is fighting the good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Run.  Are you are an idealist like Wellstone?  You are needed.  There is one less in public life today, and he needs to be replaced... well, no one can really replace him, but someone needs to pick up the banner and carry it forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the flowers.  This is the only fitting tribute to an activist.  Resting in peace is Paul's privilege now.  It is not yours.   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83602227?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83602227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83602227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83602227' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83578723</id><published>2002-10-26T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T23:53:49.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In memoriam&lt;br /&gt;Paul Wellstone&lt;br /&gt;United States Senator&lt;br /&gt;From your service, may we learn to serve &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83578723?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83578723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83578723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83578723' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83267893</id><published>2002-10-20T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T20:33:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. the Hartford Courant predictably  made its endorsement for governor today.  Well, the joys of self-publishing include the right to make your own endorsements...so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governor: Bill Curry(D) (running against incumbent John Rowland(R))   On the issue of public transportation alone, which I strongly favor improving, Curry would be the choice.  But Curry also favors overhauling an antiquated property tax system.   He would work on making state universities more affordable, rather than just putting up building after building with bonded money, buildings which may be abandoned if tuition rises further and further out of reach of the middle income student.  Curry also seems to be amenable to take bolder action in many areas than just about any Democrat since...uh...since...well, I'll think of someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attorney General: Richard Blumenthal(D-incumbent) (running against Martha Dean(R)) Blumenthal is not beyond criticism...the suit against Microsoft is just plain silly.  But most of what this attorney general has done has made life better for people in ths state, even if it is in behind the scenes ways that most people don't appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary of the State: Ron SanAngelo (R-challenger) (running against Susan Bysiewicz(D-incumbent)  I don't usually vote a straight ticket, and in this case Bysiewicz is the odd Democrat out.  She has ambitions for higher office, and she is the one Democrat I do NOT want to see rise any further.  In her first campaign she lied about her primary opponent's record saying that Ellen Scalletar opposed Connecticut's version of Megan's law (a law which makes sex offenders register and have their names publicized) Scalletar had concerns as to whether the law was constitutional...she did not oppose the basic idea of the law, but the bill as it was written.  As it turns out, one portion of the law has been declared unconstitutional, thus bearing out Scalletar's objections.  Second...what on earth does Megan's law have to do with being Secretary of the State anyhow? Nothing.  &lt;br /&gt;Ron SanAngelo would not have challenged a judge's decision in August opening up the primary process to anyone, which, despite dire predictions to the contrary. did not lead to long lines at Trinity street consisting of every nutball candidate in existence.  SanAngelo stood up for democracy in this case, which is the one function of this office that separates it from being a glorified file clerk.Susan Bysiewicz did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Briefly:&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Wyman(D) for comptroller, and Denise Nappier(D) for treasurer.  Wyman keeps the governor honest.  Nappier restored the office after the last guy wound up getting sent to prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Maloney (D) for Congress.  Two mediocre candidates.  Maloney voted against the war, Johnson voted for it. That's about it. They are both hacks, and this is the endosement I am least enthusiastic about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Boukus (D) for state representative.  A decent, reliable representative. One complaint:not active enough...someone needs to light a fire under her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Colapietro (D)  for state senate.  Another hack...the only reason I'm voting for him is to keep Rowland at bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the probate judge, Heidi Famigletti, is running unopposed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83267893?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83267893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83267893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83267893' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83263896</id><published>2002-10-20T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T17:12:59.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, on a once a month basis only, I'm gonna do a shameless plug.  I'm looking to leave my "beloved" (ACK!!!!) state of Connecticut, pay off some outstanding medical bills, and complete a paralegal course which will allow me to make more money so I will have a more secure future in my new location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply ask you to consider making a donation.  If you go down to Borders or Barnes and Noble and drop five bucks down for a magazine, just think about doing the same here.  I will continue offering you the best content I can.  If you can't swing donating anything right now, but you have your own personal website, please at least consider putting up a link.  That would be a wonderful way to show your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, this will be a once a month thing only. I will be doing it on or about the first of the month only from this time forward.   The link to Paypal is below.  Thanks. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83263896?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83263896' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83263316</id><published>2002-10-20T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T16:56:19.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin PayPal Logo --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.paypal.com/affil/pal=thoreaugreen%40hipplanet.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.paypal.com/images/lgo/logo3.gif" border="0" alt="Pay me securely with your Visa, MasterCard, Discover, or American Express card through PayPal!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.paypal.com/images/logo_cards_150x26.gif" border=0 alt="Visa ,MasterCard, Discover, and American Express"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End PayPal Logo --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83263316?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83263316' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83263062</id><published>2002-10-20T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T16:50:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83263062?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83263062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83263062' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83261813</id><published>2002-10-20T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-20T16:13:18.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/rainbowbrite.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/canaryyellow.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size=1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.vicnet.net.au/~kyb/rb/rainbowbrite.htm" target="new"&gt;Which Rainbow Brite kid are you?&lt;/a&gt; By &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=girlsoldier"&gt;&lt;img height="17" border="0" src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" align="absmiddle" width="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/girlsoldier/"&gt;Growing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83261813?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83261813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83261813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83261813' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83212049</id><published>2002-10-19T09:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T09:33:34.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, by necessity this one has to be a quickie, as I must be on my way to work soon.  (perhaps the one thing I won't miss about human services when I become a paralegal...the obnoxious, irregular hours...it will be nice to share a common weekend with the rest of humanity)  Yesterday afternoon I hung out with my sister, talked about her frustrations with a guy she had been seeing, and now wants back into her life.  It was a good afternoon, just enjoying conversation, visiting an art store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am itching to spend some time, if only an afternoon, outside of Connecticut.  Something about crossing a border puts me in an entirely different frame of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 more days to election day...more thoughts on that to come. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83212049?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83212049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83212049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83212049' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83178672</id><published>2002-10-18T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T14:01:39.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night as I was driving home from work I was listening to Bruce Williams and he was discussing voters who don't know... well... anything.  He suggested that there be at least some basic awareness test for people to be eligible to vote.  Normally I only only listen to Williams to amuse myself, as I agree with him on nothing, but, as they say, a stopped clock is right twice a day, and this was his moment.  Let me tell you why I agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago I was involved in a campaign for governor, and I was doing some last minute campaigning outside one of the polling places on election day.  As I was standing there a man came up, looking confused.  He asked me why he didn't see Barbara Kenelly on the ballot.  (At that time, Kenelly had been in a mini-scandal involving taking some trips at lobbyist's expense)&lt;br /&gt;Me:Barbara Kenelly is not your congresswoman. Nancy Johnson is.&lt;br /&gt;Him: But I wanted to vote against her...how do I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Me: If you live in this town, you can't.   This is the sixth district.&lt;br /&gt;(pause)&lt;br /&gt;Him: But she's the representative from Connecticut, isn't she?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (amazed by this time) There are six different districts in Connecticut.  Each has their own representative.&lt;br /&gt;You have to live in Barbara Kenelly's district to vote for or against her.&lt;br /&gt;Him:(still confused)  Uh...ok...(walks away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man had no idea who his member of Congress had been...FOR THE PAST EIGHT YEARS!!!! And he had just been allowed into a voting booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go Bruce Williams one better.  I think there should be a test at the end of high school.  In this test (which is NOT multiple choice) you identify your state representative, state senator, member of the house of representatives, both US senators, the president, and one right citizens have under the constitution.  If you get a 100, you graduate.  If not, you, don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me an elitist.  I KNOW I'm right.    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83178672?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83178672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83178672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83178672' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-83065825</id><published>2002-10-16T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T11:41:49.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeeek...did not get to post yesterday, just too much to do.  It's a chilly, cold rainy day today, the kind of day which screams "Stop! pull up the covers and snuggle!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-83065825?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83065825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/83065825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83065825' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82994867</id><published>2002-10-14T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T22:59:15.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally received my first e-mail from someone responding to my weblog from a very friendly and intelligent man named Robert.  I am not going to make him the e-mail of the week as of yet, as I wish to have more than one to choose from.  That is where you come in.  Please click on the link at the left side of the screen, or type in the following adress: thoreaugreen@hipplanet.com  Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i was visiting Thich Nhat Hahn's  Plum Village site yesterday, I found out that he has a retreat center near White River Junction, Vermont, and this is not a terribly long drive for me.  I still have some more work to be done on my car before I would feel comfortable driving that distance, but once I do, I plan on making a visit there for one of the "mindfulness days" he has there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more, please respond.  I'd love to hear from you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82994867?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82994867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82994867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82994867' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82934602</id><published>2002-10-13T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T17:52:02.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to a Buddhist service this morning, and borrowed a book by Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese monk who lives in exile in France. I find myself absloutely enraptured by this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading his writing, this thought came to me: as a companion to national coming out day, there also needs to be a national reconciliation day.  The news that a friend is queerly oriented can be a shock, especially for our more conventional friends and relatives.  Coming out is a good idea, but we do not always handle it well.  On national reconciliation day, I suggest that we try to repair relationships with family and friends who did not handle things well.  Not by apologizing for who we are, but by apologizing for how we may have been insensitive (if that is the case) or by offering resources (such as p-flag) to aid in understanding.  Allies might act as bridges between the estranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love peace. I need peace.  But if I want peace in the wider world, I must BE peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82934602?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82934602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82934602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82934602' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82859972</id><published>2002-10-11T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T17:48:30.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A final thought on national coming out day (today):&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather be hated for what I am than be loved for what I am not."&lt;br /&gt;Andre Gide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82859972?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82859972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82859972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82859972' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82839369</id><published>2002-10-11T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T09:23:50.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, because of juggling my schedule, I have a day off from work today.  I must say that this is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No deep philosophical thoughts today, not at this point anyway.  I'm gonna go to the bank, buy myself a nice sweater I had my eyes on when I went shopping with my sister...see a movie, relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is rainy and cold today, I had hoped for a noce clear day, but I will make the best of it nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82839369?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82839369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82839369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82839369' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82825064</id><published>2002-10-10T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T23:59:14.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Jim Maloney, surprised me and I do have to give credit where credit is due.  He voted against the war, which I am sure he will take some heat for in the closing days of this congressional campaign. I am not completely at ease with him as my member of congress, but this guy who is in the fight of his political life took what might be a quite unpopular stand.  He may lose because of it.  He secured my vote tonight. He showed his courage.  Thank you, Jim.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82825064?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82825064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82825064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82825064' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82791692</id><published>2002-10-10T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T10:17:25.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my last post i realized that i forgot to put up my email address...   thoreaugreen@hipplanet.com   You can also click on the link to contact me on the left side of the screen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82791692?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82791692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82791692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82791692' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82791039</id><published>2002-10-10T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T10:02:27.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to start:  please e-mail me!  Until I upgrade and get stats, this is the only wayI know this site is being read. Plus, this will be your chance at fame! well...not really. But you might be chosen as my e-mail of the week, and find yourself on this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my congressional district two incumbents are running against each other.  The Democrat, Jim Maloney, is still undecided about the war with Iraq. I guess he is still figuring out which position will get him the most votes in a few weeks.  Mr. Maloney, the purpose of an opposition is to...oppose.  Otherwise I regard you as useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day left until national coming out day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carolina Hurricanes (formerly my beloved Hartford Whalers) lost their first game last night.  So far this team has been the "class" of a very weak division.  If the rest of the division starts to revive will anyone even acknowledge being a fan of the team?  I predict no.  If they are not in playoff contention, the Canes will be abandoned faster than you can say "Duke Blue Devils". &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82791039?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82791039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82791039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82791039' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82775787</id><published>2002-10-10T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T00:27:13.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a few thoughts:  Today I was in a waiting area looking at an issue of Vogue.  I would say there were two remarkable things you would notice: It was thicker than most telephone directiories.... second, it has a higher percentage of ads than just about any magazine you will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do think that here needs to be some sort of Consumer's Report for fashion, or that magazine needs to take up the task itself.  I found myself utterly astonished at what passes for fashionable.  There was a coat that looked as if it were made out of a quilted Hefty bag.  Many dresses looked as if they would fall apart in any strong wind. (Not to worry: there were underwear ads aplenty so that you will be wearing the most fashionable bra when the clothes do fall apart.)  One of the models was wearing eyeshadow that resembled gilded spackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion at that level is not intended to be entirely functional, of course.  It is intended for rich, naive young women to buy so they can convince themselves of their stylishness while providing a good laugh to the rest of us.  And there were exceptions.  One designer came up with outfits that will look as good ten years from now as they do today, and as appropriate on a forty year old as a twenty year old.  This is the true definition of the word "timeless".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing of this kind goes beyond the cliched little black dress, and I like touches of whimsy as much as any other woman. But the most attractive clothes need to function, and other than a wedding dress or Halloween costume, function more than once.  I for one am not willing to dress up for Halloween as a quilted Hefty bag, considering the costume would set me back a grand. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82775787?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82775787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82775787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82775787' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82743218</id><published>2002-10-09T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T11:32:20.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> a quick thought i encountered reading yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compromise yourself.  You are all you got."....Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday is national coming out day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82743218?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82743218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82743218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82743218' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82741303</id><published>2002-10-09T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T10:47:13.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, here goes:  Imagine you were born in 1950. From the time you are five years old, when some of your earliest memories took place, there were two realities: prosperity and the Bomb.  Sputnik went up, and the security of two oceans disappeared. When you were twelve years old, war almost broke out.  But still the prosperity continues. In 1963, you are 13 years old, and the President is killed.  A measure of security and continuity is established when Johnson is elected, but it does not last long.  This president, who has assured you that victory is just around the corner,has to eat his words when the Tet offensive occurs. Four years after winning with one of the largest landslides ever, the President withdraws from seeking a second full term.    By 1970 the strains are starting to show on the economy.  In 1973 the arab oil embargo comes. gas lines around the block.  In 1974, the first American president resigns in disgrace. In 1975, the last American helicopter leaves Saigon.  America has lost its first war.  The Bomb is still there, mounted on missiles that can reach you on twenty minutes. Prosperity is a distant memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 1975.  You are twenty-five years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us consider another area of your life, unmentioned till now.  Unless you lived in a Jewish enclave, spirituality was Christianity, and Christianity was spirituality.  If you were at all typical, you attended services or mass weekly.  You went and everyone you knew did so as well.  You may have heard of Buddhists or Muslims, but they lived "over there".  If you knew none personally, even Jews seemed a bit foreign.  Even though you knew there was no official religion, Christianity was as ubiquitous as the air. You cannot help but soak up what is being said every Sunday, even if your family does not take it particularly seriously.   When the Supreme Court says that there can be no prayer in public schools you hear all about you complain about God being "kicked out" of the schools. (Amazing the idea that an omnipotent being can be "kicked" anywhere.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of enculturation and insecurity has made you ripe for the picking.  You know that these 25 years have sped by, and that in another 25, it will be the year 2000.  Even in the secularized world you now inhabit, the implications of the millenium haunt you more now, considering that you have traversed half the distance from the year of your birth to that fateful year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone comes up to you and asks you if you know Jesus.  You are convinced you are seeking truth, but in reality you are seeking security and this guy is offering it, big time. He sets the hook, invites you to his church, and reels you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were born in 1950, you were born in the midst of the baby boom.  Millions share an experience and encounter with history as you have. As more and more people embrace evangelical Christianity, they separate off into their own enclaves, set up their own schools, and except at work, associate and socialize only with their own kind.  Their children get a heavy dose of the same theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this time, especially after September 11, there is another heavy dose of insecurity.  There will be another temptation to embrace an easy "truth" than to use the minds  I believe we were given by God.  This dark age of ignorance did not avert this tragedy.  Only thoughtfulness, reason, and lovingkindness will possibly avert another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82741303?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82741303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82741303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82741303' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82723943</id><published>2002-10-09T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T00:12:22.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, one of my earlier posts disappeared into the ether and to where it went, I don't know.. I just got out of work, and in a few minutes will be kicking back on chat before going to bed...if I have time tomorrow, I will be posting a few thoughts as to why people embrace fundie religions...my earlier post was a really cool rhapsodizing regarding autumn in New England...I just hope it isn't permanently vanished.  Too tired right now to try to reconstitute it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82723943?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82723943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82723943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82723943' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82654883</id><published>2002-10-07T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T17:20:01.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok...I'm going to repeat something over the next few days...bear with me...it's important...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: are you transgendered? or orherwise queerly oriented? Are you keeping it a big, bad dark scary secret? Friday is national coming out day. Come out. Dress appropriately. And if you are straighter than a ruler, but know someone who might be afraid they might lose your friendship or love because of who they are, tell them that they are cool, and you are their friend, period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82654883?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82654883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82654883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82654883' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82637800</id><published>2002-10-07T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T10:36:32.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I just called my member of Congress to express my opposition to the war with Iraq. All I can say folks is that as inevitable as war may seem, these bastards in Congress work for us, and there is an election exactly one month away.  rarely do we have the opportunity to act while an outrage is still so fresh in our minds.  I do think that the resolution for war will pass...but if members who vote for this are turned out by the busload, those who remain or replace them will wet their pants with fear that if they don't get right on the issue, they will be next.  I know no one personally who supports this, but that may be attributable to like minds hanging out...but in the chat rooms i go in, there are very few who support war either, and these rooms tend to be free-for-alls where anyone of any stripe is welcome.  Noam Chomsky wrote a book a few years ago entitled "Manufacturing Consent", and i think this might be an apt description of what is happening here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the center of whatever support there is for this conflict is fear.  Since 911/01 there is a seed of real fear which is reasonable, however Bush and the boys have taken this seed and watered it, tended it, and nurtured it to the point where it is unreasonable.  How? They did  so by issuing vague "heightened states of alert".   Then they came up with their silly color codes which make for great PR, but don't give anyone the slightest idea what they should be doing about it.  What..."we have reached full periwinkle alert!!!!Head for the hills!!!" What if the hills is where the terrorists are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was the anniversary itself. Wall to wall coverage.  Whatever equanimity might have returned to the minds of the people was once more disturbed. And then the next day Bush starts the full PR move for his war.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who oppose this insanity will certainly be labeled agitators.  Consider the meaning of the word, and realize who the real agitators are. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82637800?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82637800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82637800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82637800' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82605606</id><published>2002-10-06T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T17:05:57.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the essential emily: number one...if you can't deal with transgendered stuff, hit the eject button, or whatever it's called. Leave. Go away. You have been warned.  number two: I am opposed to war. Period.  That is what many of my rants here will be about. number three: I will occasionally rhapsodize about the works of Henry David Thoreau (the world's best dead thinker) Gore Vidal (the world's best living thinker) Allen Ginsberg (the world's best dead poet) and Charles Simic (the world's best living poet). number four: I love comics. The best are Zippy the Pinhead, The Boondocks, and an online comic called Venus Envy.  number five: the sports season starts when the first puck is dropped at a hockey game, and ends when the Stanley Cup is handed out.  Don't talk to me about other sports.  There are no other sports. Only pathetic hockey wannabes.  number six: God is not what you think.  number seven: The republicans and democrats suck...but vote anyway.   number seven: in the end, only kindness matters.  number eight: my sister is better than your sister.  Guaranteed.  Not that yours isn't cool, but I have the best.  Deal with it.  number nine:  If I'm not here, I'm on Cape Cod.  number ten: you are not what everyone tells you you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are the basic facts about me.  There will be more to tell at some futire time, but this will give you a thumbnail sketch of the person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: are you transgendered? or orherwise queerly oriented? Are you keeping it a big, bad dark scary secret?  Friday is national coming out day. Come out.   Dress appropriately.  And if you are straighter than a ruler, but know someone who might be afraid they might lose your friendship or love because of who they are, tell them that they are cool, and you are their friend, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please use the e-mail button.  I'd like to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82605606?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82605606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82605606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82605606' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838255.post-82599468</id><published>2002-10-06T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T14:06:42.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have spent the last few days bemused by the coming war.   It just seems so inevitable at this point.  grrr....&lt;br /&gt;In my next post, I will likely do an intro. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3838255-82599468?l=emilysplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82599468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838255/posts/default/82599468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emilysplace.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82599468' title=''/><author><name>emily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00551077181812936819</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
