sprite writes
broodings from the burrow

October 5, 2018


final few hours
posted by soe 6:07 pm

Kava-no

As I was writing this post, Manchin confirmed he’ll be voting for Kavanaugh. While I won’t rule out a last-minute change of heart, particularly from those swing folks, I’m not going to count on it.

However… this still holds true:

This is your final opportunity to call your senators to ask them to vote against confirming Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. Even if you know how your senators are voting, call and them them you support them or call them and tell them to change their minds. They are using calls (or a lack of them) as talking points.

The Senate switchboard is (202) 224-3121. Call in the middle of the night tonight if you don’t like talking to real people and leave a voicemail.

As Elizabeth Warren said last night, “I am angry and I own my anger.” We will survive this because we are strong together and we believe and support each other. We will water the roots of political dissent with the tears of our disappointments and our fears and our exhaustion. But we will also then channel our rage and our secret, desperate hopes for the next generation and volunteer and donate and show up between now and the November elections and between then and the 2020 presidential election. We will not stop. We are a force of fucking nature and I am so proud to fight beside you.

I’ll see you on the other side.

Category: politics. There is/are 2 Comments.

August 13, 2018


weekend
posted by soe 1:55 am

Nightcap

D.C. has been a stressful place to live for the past couple weeks. As the calendar flipped over from July to August, locals suddenly realized that today’s date was awfully close. We’d all known for a couple months that the bigots and bullies who’d protested in Charlottesville last year and who killed a young woman there in an act of terrorism had requested and been granted a permit to protest here. We knew there were counter protests planned. But somehow as August arrived, the stress of that knowledge ratcheted up a hundredfold.

Last weekend, I mulled what my own plans were. D.C. has a very large Black population, among others, and I worried that Nazis would target them in some way. I couldn’t stop the Nazis from coming, I figured; that was their protected First Amendment right. But I figured I could be there to make sure they understood they were unwelcome and to make my neighbors know that their human rights were not superseded by what’s written in our Constitution.

I’m not going to lie. I was nervous. Everyone was nervous. Last weekend’s rallies in Portland did little to allay our fears. It didn’t sound like it had been handled particularly well.

Many locals fled the city, like they would on a long weekend when tourists are likely to annoy. Others declared they weren’t going to go anywhere near downtown in an effort to stay clear of both the protestors and the counter-protestors. There were protests on the Mall and adjacent to the White House, which is where the white supremacists would be in.

Rudi and I opted to join the group who would be by the White House, wanting to make it clear to the Nazis that they were not welcome in our city. And apparently the Nazis got the memo, because only two dozen of them ended up showing up, while thousands of us came out to meet them, to say that their hate would be given no quarter in our city.

I did not have to find out today if I would be brave enough to step between a Nazi and another person, and I am glad. But I showed up believing that might be expected of me, and that was enough this time.

I will sleep well tonight.

Category: dc life,politics. There is/are 2 Comments.

July 2, 2018


heatwave weekending
posted by soe 1:40 am

We Really Do Care

I know it’s summer, I know that means heat, I know no one wants to hear me complain. I will instead say that I am grateful for the ability to wear very little clothing, for air conditioning, and for the pool.

The weekend started out with a performances of Hamilton at the Kennedy Center. I enjoyed it quite a bit and thought the actors and dancers were excellent. The actor portraying the titular character is a better singer than Lin, so songs like “My Son,” were even better than the cast recording, and sad second-act events, while known to 80% of the audience, were portrayed so movingly, the cast had us all snuffling in our seats. We were fortunate to catch the tail end of the free Millennium Stage act before our show and emerged afterwards to a live karaoke battle.

Families Belong Together March

Yesterday, I headed to the Families Belong Together rally and march, where 30,000 or so people braved the unrelenting heat to express our outrage about recent inhumane treatment of immigrant and refugee families. The organizers did a great job of having large portable toilets that would work for families and disabled protesters, lots of screens and speakers, and several banks of gigantic water dispensers. I also saw the one of the local fire trucks was using its hose to provide a misting area. (I admit at first I worried they were using it as a water cannon, but then I saw kids running toward it and decided that it was a friendly move.)

Catalonian Dancing

Afterwards, since I had not managed to meet up with my friends and since I was already on the Mall and gross, I decided to check out the Smithsonian Folklife Festival, an annual festival where they highlight the cultures of various places around the world. This year, the regions were the Catalonia region of Spain and Armenia. I ate a Catalonian lunch of fava bean salad and Crema Catalana, the Spanish answer to creme brulée, before heading off to see the crafts, speakers, and demonstrations. Because the heat had kept so many people at home, you were able to get up close to every booth and practically every kid I saw was getting a hands-on lesson from artisans ranging from glasswork to pottery. Usually the festival is ridiculously crowded, even in the heat, so that was a real treat.

Lavash Baking

By five, though, it was all I could do to drag myself to the bus stop and sit there eagerly awaiting the nap and shower I thought I was heading home to. And then I remembered the garden. And how it hadn’t been watered. And how no rain was expected. And how I’d want a drink if I were growing there. So I dragged myself down there (and then on to the grocery store, since it was only another two blocks) and it was good I went because things were definitely starting to look parched.

Summer Solstice Torches

These are Catalonian torches used at the Summer Solstice to light bonfires. Every village has a unique design. The big ones are for adults and the small ones are for little kids. The dangling ones are meant to be swung in giant circles, kind of like when you swing a pail of water around.

Today, it was the farmers market and chores around the house and, later, an hour at the pool and then an hour at the park.

July 1 Garden

How was your weekend?

Category: arts,dc life,garden,politics. There is/are 1 Comment.

June 30, 2018


families belong together
posted by soe 3:32 am

In the morning, I’ll be heading over to Lafayette Square, the park adjacent to the White House to take part in the Families Belong Together Rally.

I am the great-granddaughter of an illegal immigrant and the daughter-in-law of a refugee who came to this country as a girl. I know the great lengths people will go to in order to reach the United States. And I also know some of the things they’re escaping from.

Jenny’s story is not mine to share, but I will say that she arrived here as a 13-year-old girl who could speak three languages, including English. I cannot begin to imagine how great her trauma would have been if she’d been ripped from her mother’s arms after landing on our shore, separated from her family indefinitely, or held in a cage.

Tomorrow, I rally on her behalf and on behalf of every other family who comes to this country seeking a better life. Refugees do not come here for a vacation. Parents do not drag their children across hundreds of miles of deserts just on a whim. They come because they face unendurable, dangerous situations in their homeland and because once we claimed to be a country that didn’t believe in letting children suffer.

Please join me tomorrow in D.C. or at a rally near you to send a message to this administration that refugees and immigrants deserve to be treated humanely and that we as a nation believe that families belong together. I’m not positive what extraordinary steps will be necessary to reunite families ripped asunder at this point, particularly of very young children, but I believe we should do everything possible to make it happen. The soul of our nation depends on it.

Category: dc life,politics. There is/are 2 Comments.

March 26, 2018


music for monday: ‘the times they are a-changin’
posted by soe 1:37 am

Jennifer Hudson sings the Bob Dylan classic, “The Times They Are a-Changin'” with a choir from here in D.C. (Everyone keeps listing it as the D.C. Choir, but I can’t find any such thing on the internet.) to conclude yesterday’s March for Our Lives.

Category: arts,dc life,politics. There is/are Comments Off on music for monday: ‘the times they are a-changin’.

March 25, 2018


march for our lives
posted by soe 1:40 am

March for Our Lives

800,000+ in D.C.

Category: dc life,politics. There is/are 2 Comments.