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Sep
30

There’s much about the bail out plan I don’t approve and find scary. But I have gone through about twelve days like Monday in the past ten months and find them even scarier. A bit of me wishes this apartment sale hadn’t gone through as I can easily find a decent job in New York. And while I’m not as scared as I was Monday I’m frightened. I have big loss days and they come back somewhat but never fully. I’m diversified. I sold some stuff to stop the hemorrhaging. Still it was worse than ever on Monday. I really enjoyed this article
. And I know it was my choice to live a life outside the mainstream. I haven’t really really wondered about that until this past weekend. And then came Monday. I’m better now. What will be will be. I’m relatively young, healthy and capable of earning a living. It will be on my terms as the move is so I’m damn lucky and never ever forget that

This has been a seriously weird year as more than anything, almost, I care about my writing. I did get thrown off track when I became a political blogger four years ago but I always kept writing.
Selling the apartment while there was still a market for imperfect one bedrooms became the focal point of my life. I know many writers will say I’m not really a writer as I didn’t practice every day–but I did write things for publication. I guess being out of the blogging game makes everything feel strange to me as it was a centering point. Then it wasn’t….I will be writing more and talking less about it.

In two weeks two days–but who is counting?–I begin a new life.

While I look for a house I will also be a coordinator for
Your Day Awayâ„¢ 2008.

It’s similar to the Make a Wish foundation but for caretakers of people with disabilities. If anybody knows a family, in the Myrtle Beach area, please let me know. Same with hotels, restaurants, uh theme parks and dinner theaters

Your Day Awayâ„¢ 2008 will coincide with the publication of the book “Alphabet Kids: From ADD To Zellweger Syndrome: A Guide to Developmental, Neurobiological and Psychological Disorders For Parents and Professionals” by Robbie Woliver, published by Jessica Kingsley Publishers, November 15, 2008.

I have known Robbie since I was eighteen and wrote the intro to the chapter on NLD. It’s some of my best writing ever. Still I have to buy my own copy….

Robbie has always found my e_sistental crises funny, though he was a prime person in the campaign to keep me in New York. A lot of people like me in Manhattan. Sometimes I feel like a caged animal in the zoo

That does give me the right to say I strongly believe in term limits. I understand that this recent Wall Street mess was without precedent and hit too many of us in our pocketbooks. The last thing most people in the city need is a seven percent increase in property ta_es, effective immediately. I understand that property ta_es are low.

However when you sell you give the city 1.45% for any sale over 500K and one percent for any sale under that. Combined with a state ta_ of two dollars for every five hundred, a building “flip” ta_. In my case of two percent, a si_ percent fee to the realtor and assorted other fees the net profit is way lower than the gross.

I think that’s all fair providing that property and other ta_es aren’t increased. You know that the price of fuel and everything else will go up drastically.

That said I can’t imagine loving anyplace the way I do Manhattan and uh Long Island and I hope that my enforced, asked for volunteer job at Your Day Away will help provide a bridge to my new community.

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Sep
26

I keep deleting posts as my writing is awful, and I’m depressing.

I’m confused and can’t seem to get out a coherent thought.

I was making concession after concession for the buyers who have VERY IMPORTANT JOBS and are buying in VERY DIFFICULT TIMES.

Yesterday I reached my limit. The closing was changed so many times–always at their request that I had to keep changing arrangements, appointments and more.

What am I, chopped liver? This isn’t just about the buyers. I hope that when I buy I never forget that.

I had the closing changed once more and feel much better.

I apologize if this blog has become boring and has been obsessed with real estate and the economy.

On 10/16 I will be beginning a new life in another state and hope that my mind will be able to focus on other things.

Judith Warner totally pinpointed the things I think about Sarah Palin.
I have written something similar though not as good in my head while doing something

Then I read this comment from a male resident of Alaska and stopped feeling sorry for somebody so in over her head. When I’m antsy and it’s raining and I don’t have stairs to climb in my own abode I scroll through Google lists or NY Times comments. Things that can be a total waste of time but are better than splitting hair ends, biting nails or thinking about cigarettes.

Governor Palin, on the other hand, shows a pinched meanness of spirit that makes me wonder just what she is made of. What kind of person wants rape victims to pay for their medical examinations or believes that that some sort of triumphal Christianity has destined her for political greatness? Only a hypocrite espouses belief in democracy, while appointing childhood friends to high positions in the government. And allowing the First Dude to ignore a subpeona from the State legislature.

I don’t think Governor Palin is untalented or without potential but she is not ready for the master class in government, and the current alignment of foreign policy and economic challenges are too great to be left to somebody “just like us.” These are exceptional times and we need exceptional leadership.

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Henry, whoever you are, I appreciate the video you left in comments and am not about to analyze the half truths. The music was great.

I’m trying to stay away from all politics but Sarah Palin as its not as simplistic as the vid you left would have people believe. Sarah Palin I do understand.
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The period between 9/11 and 10/14 depresses the hell out of me. In recent years it’s become an almost subliminal thing and I couldn’t understand why I was so depressed after I arranged for movers to come here on 10/10 as the closing was supposed to be on 10/14 and my building doesn’t allow move ins or outs on weekends or holidays and 10/13 is Columbus Day.

I had hoped to have closed on 10/01 as it would be eleven years to the day since I closed as a buyer.

I’m conflicted as I want to honor my mother’s memory. She was quite biased and loved my writing though she could critique it impartially. I had planned to spend the time between 10/10 (her birthday) and 10/14 (date of death) in a marathon writing session in North Myrtle Beach. I need to get back some of the confidence.

I read some blogs and am blown away by the lines. I used to be good. I hope that I can regain the zest and freshness.

That weekend happens to be the birthday weekend of two good friends who are married to each other. It will be my last weekend in New York as a resident and though I treasure the thought of becoming a recluse–a good recluse, I’m a mite too social….So the marathon writing session will have to wait.

For luck I’m not saying another thing about the closing until it’s over. I have already written the post with appropriate vid.

I have begun obsessing over the fun part. Getting there and finding a house.

It’s just kind of hit me that I’m selling my home and for the first time in my adult life will be without some kind of lease as I stay at a friend’s house

I feel incredibly guilty. Though this will be the hardest money I have ever made, it doesn’t feel earned. It feels fortiutous, an accident of zip codes.

Fortunately the only place I sabotage myself in is this blog

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Sep
20

Alaskan women reject Sarah Palin. (Thanks Panthergirl–I have since gotten it in numerous emails) Read about and then think about this:

After the cascade of financial failures and rescues in the last two weeks, what is easy to forget is how just recently the presidential election seemed to be turning on Mr. McCain’s choice of Gov. Sarah Palin of Alaska as his vice presidential running mate, shaking up the election dynamic to elevate cultural issues and personalities alongside the economy as the focal points for the campaign. Mr. McCain’s campaign manager had even said that “this election is not about issues” and that voters’ views about the candidates would be crucial to the outcome.

Palin spends a lot of time deriding “community organizers.” Community organizers stopped redlining, or banks not lending money to people in specfic neighborhood (before they would lend to anybody.)
Community organizers teach people how to make and successfully live in a neighborhood. Community organizing is a multi-discipline field that calls for e_pertise in many different and sometimes opposing areas.

It seems to me that an organizer would have every skill–from economic to people–needed by a president.

My undergrad major was Urban Studies. It also could have been called Urban Economics as everything came back to finances.

But to be a successful organizer you have to know how to speak to people. How to make them trust you. How to give them the tools to enrich their own lives and as the term goes “own” both their problems and their good points

I don’t think the Democrats have spent enough time talking about this. Community organizers have aways been around. They just haven’t always been called that.

When I was a little girl I was proud that my father started the first credit union in coops (not for profits ones). I was only proud because people were constantly telling me how much the credit union helped them and it was because of my father….

Later when he was the accountant for Theater Development Fund (TDF) mostly known for its half price tickets booths, he began something I think much more important– affordable group health insurance for people in the arts.

I know many many people who didn’t know my father or his name who used TDF’s health insurance.

I can’t help but believe that the four greatest problems facing the USA today are healing our nation’s wounded spirit; the economy; the Supreme Court; and making health care accessible and affordable for all.
Somehow I don’t think McCain and Palin have the knowledge, insight, instinct and guts to address these issues. Aside from making the Supreme Court even less respected by the world than it is now by appointing justices who would overturn Roe V Wade, and continue to turn The First and Fourth Amendments around.

I believe that Obama and Biden would make every American who loves and respects The Constitution proud.

And Sarah, “under God” wasn’t good enough for The Founding Fathers. They kept it out of the Pledge of Allegiance on purpose. It wasn’t put it until the 1950′s—Joe McCarthy time.
Sarah I realize you weren’t born yet and anything before 1964 is unnecessary history, but somehow I think being grounded in American history is necessary for any legislator. Even a part time governor.

Sep
14

This week’s gone by in a whirl of feverish unproductive activity or not. It was sad. It was scary. I hope to never see another one like it. I have been spending evenings and/or nights with friends and when alone find myself looking for any escapist TV show I can find. Though I did succumb to Anderson Cooper for about ten minutes last night

The closing was scheduled for 10/1. Then 11/2. Now it’s someday between 9/24 and 10/7. I just hope that it happens.

I have noticed that New Yorker’s think this economic crisis is all about us and nobody else in America. When they speak dispargingly of the Wal Mart customer who wouldn’t know a stock from bond, they’re speaking of me, kind of, and I do resent the stupid superiority of the New Yorker
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Trainman te_ts; people die
Brokerages fail; people lose all
Companies lay off; dreams shatter
Inflation happens

Couple make love, staring
at glass near cathedral
ceiling

The reflection used to satisfy
egos without limits

Unopened mail, torrents of it
await in
foyer; laptops filled with accounts, negative
balances

Lovemaking completed or she thinks never
really took place; faster and faster–PLONK

Did they ever really love each other? Both try
to remember.

Tomorrow bank will take back penthouse loft
They will drive in brother’s car to
her mother’s shabby not chic dusty beach town
rented house.

No longer have leased Le_uses, large beach house.
Furniture gone via Craig’s List. Debtor with
huge hands takes money

fifteen years ago, they had nothing but dreams and credit
Built business an illusion; sold dreams and delusions

Some day soon after tomorrow a motel maid will open
door scream faint upon discovering their bloated bodies

He really hated her mother.

Did she truly have to rub it in, in her piddling talk about
the wonders of
compound interest?

My apologizes to people who really can write poetry. I like it. It doesn’t like me

Sep
13

Al’s back or came back for 9/11. He knows more about Manhattan than I do. Maybe not. If I had the mental energy I would challenge him to a Manhattan trivia contest.
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Sarah Palin articles

Frank Rich:

“If the Obamas had a 17-year-old daughter who was unmarried and pregnant by a tough-talking black kid, my guess is if they all appeared onstage at a Democratic convention and the delegates were cheering wildly, a number of conservatives might be discussing the issue of dysfunctional black families. Brian York, National Review

Let’s get real. We all know the above is true.
Investigation into her job as governor. Speaks to issues

Todd’s role in his wife’s admin
Dick Cavett
Bob Herbert
Gail Collins

New York Times Editorial
On Ed Koch’s endorsement of Obama. There were times I thought him a brilliant mayor. Other times he made me crazy. Still other times I thought he had a series of small strokes He’s never been boring and still isn’t.
I’m a born and bred New Yorker. There are certain things I must do and two include reading The New York Times and voting. Were I too ever get settled in my new life I might quote other papers but I have never felt less in control over my own life.
If I were too only read two of these articles it would be Frank Rich and Dick Cavett.
If every person who has disliked parts of the past eight years, feels poorer, is scared about his/her job or has lost it, feels somewhat disenfranchised and no longer recognizes or remembers all that was great about America votes for Obama and Biden, we will take our country back.
I hate becoming more radical as I grow older. Doesn’t seem natural. Yet I have known most of my friends since the late 60′s, 70′s and we’re getting ready to light the fire (metaphorically).
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The closing can’t take place on October 1 as the buyers aren’t being interviewed by the board until Mid October.

Did anybody think to tell me this or that this was a true possibility?

No I had to ask and ask and ask.
Is it too hard to say “I don’t know?”
I can live with that. I can’t live without being given any info even if it is “I’m sorry Pia I don’t know the answer. Let me try to find out.”
If somebody could help me understand why it’s easier to let a person imagine many scenarios or believe something is going to happen a certain time…..

Let me introduce myself

I’m the idiot– who, working under the assumption I had to be out of here on 10/25–as no moving is allowed on the Jewish holidays or much of the Monday of the first night–isn’t going to a family reunion (tomorrow) that I really wanted to go to.

The holiday begins at sundown on Monday 9/29 and ends on sundown on Wednesday 10/01. I was willing to tempt G-d and go through with the closing on the Second Day as frankly I have no idea if I believe or not. This has been an ongoing theme for my family for generations.
But as many people who live in my building are practicing Jews or two day Jews, the building has a policy that all outside workers must leave by 3:30 PM on Monday and not come back until Thursday. I didn’t want my move to be under duress so I was going to have the movers come the prior Thursday as there are Friday rules that constantly change and I believe aren’t based on religion but because many people are home on Fridays.

I thought the closing being on R’osh Hassanah was strange as everybody involved in this move but the realtors are Jewish but I’m only the seller. I have no voice..

Arranged for a male college student to work for me this coming Sunday–need brute strength to get things out of my storage cage. Wasn’t going to pay my 09 homeowner insurance as it ends and begins 10/01. Was going to switch to SC health insurance–have dual coverage for awhile out of fear of being hit by a golf cart or something.

Was going to….you get the drift. I’m ultra responsible, obsessive and puritanical. Work before pleasure.

I took the wall unit down and repainted my living room two weeks ago and it’s no longer mine in spirit plus it cost a lot.

I’m not going to get angry. I’m going to have a Tini party—do love different flavored vodka’s. Then will pretend I’m moving on 10/02 so when I come back to NY everything will be ready for the movers. Will be in storage a month less, and I will have a house picked out, maybe for the “Pia buys a small house (small footprint, green friendly) committee.” The committee consists of my best friend Lucia who was a girl contractor, her sister C; and C’s husband W. I live in their house in North myrtle and W was a founder of a mega home chain.

For a Jewish girl from Long Island having handy friends is still unbelievable though I seem to pick friends for their handy skills :)

One thing: I’m forcing the closing to be on11/02 so I can close, vote and hopefully go to a victory party that night. No can do. The buyers live a good eight hours from here by car and i want them to vote as I believe that will be two more votes for Obama.

I’m a Democrat. I’m so over being so so so so nice.

The deposit is insured but I’m pretty sure that failing a board interview is e_empted from that.

If they do I’m figuring out a way to get the deposit as my apartment will have been off the market for three months and I worked damn hard for the buyer’s enjoyment.

I feel sick about Galveston.

I wish there were a way I could control that but I’m so successful controlling my own life. Not.

I thought October was going to be my last maintenance payment. I thought…

Control. I need some control. I’m the one totally shaking up my life I’m the one who feels I’m working for the realtors and the buyers. People seem to forget about the si_ percent I will pay plus……

I began renovating my apartment last year the Monday after my niece’s Bat Mitzvah. That happened to be the day I began losing money in the stock market. Coincidence?

I have seen one bedrooms on sale for much less than what I’m getting–and what I’m getting seems paltry by 06 standards. Damn I just want to close or even know that this will actually happen

Never leave a seller out of the loop. Answer her call and email. She has as much right to know what’s going on as the buyer. She needs to do things. No communication leaves too much to the imagination.
As Fernando the doorman (not the one involved in the renovation) happened to remark yesterday before I found out the buyer’s weren’t being seen for a month:
They’re getting a wonderful apartment they can just bring their toothbrushes to for a great price. My apartment’s sold. This isn’t an ad. I’m scared I might wreck it though I have never been into the destruction of property–just my soul.

I’m not a big drinker but I had a “come over or I will go insane” party last night. So half this post was written under the influence ad the other half hung over.

I’m not editing it. It goes against my principles to bash anything not political but damn….

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Sep
08

My bff Lucia and I saw Jersey Boys
A new type of Broadway show that brought me some faith in Broadway. I don’t generally like it or even Off-Broadway anymore. As both are very pricey I can be picky But that’s a whole other post

She wanted to leave when she was 40 in 91 but her father died suddenly and her mother was needy.

Her office on Jerome Avenue in The Bron_ had graffiti all over the windows No matter how often it was taken off it would be back the ne_t day. The strange thing was she found The Bron_ a relief from Manhattan. She knew chop shops were all over Jerome, and she was never more than a few minutes from crack and drive by shootings, but her office was a DMZ. When she would walk the streets, men would come out of the buildings “Ms. Savage, that’s Ms. Savage. She cool.”

Generally she hated that type of attention. The roar of the construction worker, whistle of the Con Ed worker, but there was something almost innocent, something refreshing, in these boys.

She trusted them to keep her out of death’s door. She wouldn’t trust them for anything else and they knew it. Though she smiled and laughed more easily than the other white women she worked with, there was a certain coolness about her. A sort of “don’t fuck with me, mother fuckers,” resonated from her cream turned gold in summer skin

Though she lived in what was then the richest zip code in the city, probably the country, she would count the Olde English malt liquor bottles strewn on the sidewalks as she practically tripped over homeless people sleeping and would make her e-cuses.

That spring or summer a subway motorman went postal and killed a number of people Service on the East Side IRT was disrupted for months. The normal 20 minute ride took two hours.

She was the last legal tenant on her floor. On one side of her apartment the new landlord put $10 ho’s; on he other side small time drug dealers. She had five floods the landlords refused to do anything about and soon she had cockroaches coming from the ceiling. It was vile. It was gross. Call the city to complain and give her address, yeah really. She would hear ten minutes of laughter before they hung up. For years the city had ignored the lack of heat complaints also.

She could take not having heat. But cockroaches, mice and rats that ran from the fireplace once the new 63rd Street subway had opened, that was intolerable.

She could have waited to be bought out but she would probably be dead from something. She was only 40; the best dressed white woman at the Jerome Ave Social Security office where all the other Jews her age acted as if they were going to be eligible for SSI tomorrow.

Her laughter was infectious but half the time she felt it was the hysterical laughter of the soon to be legally insane. When her best friend would come to the office to meet her for lunch at the Paradise Coffee Shop, beloved by generations of native Bron_ites, all work would stop. All the guys wanted to meet her. Only later would they notice the wedding ring.

Claimants would ask for the “pretty well dressed” white girl. “Well dressed” she laughingly told her friends meant that if she were to wear plaid, and she wouldn’t, it would clash as a fashion statement. She was always shocked at how often “well dressed” was applied to her. She was just another city girl.

She moved to Riverdale, The Bron and the high point of her day was walking down the hills of Riverdale, over The Major Deegan and up the hills of Kingsbridge Heights and around The Reservoir that stunk of mold most days.

She wore silk short suits and would put on her pantyhose once she got to the office no later than 7:30 AM so she could do “undertime” or OT in the morning. Not because she wanted the money but otherwise the work would just pile up. She hated that job and didn’t yet realize if she was to remain in New York it was Manhattan she needed.

When the crack/drive by shooting years were safely over she moved back but never loved it as much as she had before the days of the $10 ho’s.

As others dreamed of the city she dreamed of escaping. It wasn’t Final Payments She didn’t live with her mother. Her mother didn’t stop her from doing things, but she couldn’t leave as long as her mother was living on her own. And her mother had no intention of ever giving into age and fraility.

Her mother died a month after 9/11 and it was so hard. She felt wounded and alone. First she couldn’t leave because of estate and patriotism reasons. Then there was another reason and still another.

Si_ years after her mother’s death she began to get her apartment ready. The closing is scheduled for midway between 9/11 and her mother’s death.

Every New Yorker has their 9/11 story. Hers isn’t that fascinating. She didn’t know anybody who died in the attacks but many who lived.

On Wednesday or Thursday she will walk down to the old Trade Center, walk further to the water ta_i to the new Ikea in Red Hook, Brooklyn and come back at night to look at the twin beacons of lights emenating from the site. Her best friend, daughter and some other friends went yesterday but she couldn’t go. They mainly talked about the ride and the food in the after event phone call. The beacons of light will always be meaningful

It’s been seven years. A missing person can be declared dead after seven years. Bankruptcies e_punged, debts cleared. Crimes e_cept for murder and rape are usually no longer prosecuted. Seven is the age of reason. Seven means so many many things, but most of all it means letting go.

She’s made up with the friends she fought with seven years ago, and hasn’t spoken to the false friends.

Her new future awaits not where she thought it would seventeen or even three years ago in Santa Monica or San Diego but in South Carolina.

She’s tired. Oh so tired. It took forever to sell her apartment and sometimes she think hers was the last one bedroom in Manhattan to sell for a half decent price. The doormen saga–she doesn’t want to go there.

She’s tired of people with their hands out. She’s tired of living in a city that’s so pricey and so crowded and people are defeated as living here is hard. Her neighbors are jealous–but there’s no longer a market for their apartments

She thought she suffered from a terminal case of bad timing but it turned out to be pretty darn good.

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Sep
07

It took me a year of Sundays and weekdays to find this apartment. I never e_pected it to go up 300% in value in eleven years. I was lucky, and I saw many many toads on the road to the prince. Buying a house is scarier as I know the Upper West Side well and feel comfortable everywhere in Manhattan though I can live without the crowds and the prices so I will.
I’m looking for a patio house on the East side of 17 in North Myrtle Beach in specific hoods that I won’t say here. I know I will want to do the floors, bathrooms and kitchen over so I don’t want to pay much. I do have some specific houses in mind but new ones come o the market often. I did let the house of my dreams get away….but there’s always a new dream or house

I wrote a post last night when it was pouring that was pretty good but I deleted it. This isn’t a reconstruction but a reaction to what seem to be general feelings.

In a quick look at non political blogs that talked about Sarah Palin people say not to judge her based on her values. One even said she has good family values implying most of the rest of us don’t. I don’t think that’s what the blogger meant to say judging by other parts of the blog

The New York Times (a paper I will read on weekends forever or until my dotage) public editor was slightly defensive in his defense of the paper’s coverage of her. He did say the FBI hadn’t vetted her before the announcement. Actually only one person asked questions about her before the announcement

By choosing a running mate unknown to most of the nation, and doing so just before the Republican National Convention, John McCain made it inevitable that there would be a frantic media vetting. It turns out that Palin was for the Bridge to Nowhere before she was against it, that she sent e-mail complaining about a lack of disciplinary action against a state trooper who was going through a messy custody battle with her sister, and that she never made a decision as commander in chief of the Alaska National Guard, one of her qualifications cited by McCain

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There’s enough in that paragraph alone to wonder about her qualifications. I don’t care that Todd had a DUI over 20 years ago. I might care that he was a member of a separatist party. Yet if Norman Mailer and Jimmy Breslin’s plan for New York City to succeed from the state had taken off I might have joined it. That I was only eighteen wouldn’t have mattered in the long run and some people (well, me) remember Mailer not only for his brilliant writing but for his championing of a killer who killed again when Mailer got him out. That’s two things people could use against me before I even hit 20–there’s more but I’m not running for office and understand that we live in Google forever now.

The point is we live in an age when every little decision we make at every stage of our lives can both boomerang and come back to hit you in the face. Only the decision Sarah Palin made not to talk about her daughter Bristol’s pregnancy is neither in the past nor irrelevant to her future. It has everything to do with her “qualification” to be VP and probably President if McCain wins because just look at him.

I’m not Christian. This doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in “Christian values.” It does mean that Palin presented her daughter’s pregnancy in a way that was a slap in the face to everybody who has different beliefs than her. The public doesn’t have a right to know usually. This isn’t “usually.”

As an adoptee I might have liked to have heard her mention discussing adoption with Bristol. I would have liked to have known that her daughter knew about safe se_ because if Palin and McCain do win they will do everything in their power to stop that from being taught to teenagers and any study will show that abstinence only doesn’t work.

People keep telling us to “play nice.” Ask the Democrats who saw themselves portrayed on Recount how they felt as being portrayed as decent, honorable but inept people.

This coming week will be the seventh anniversary of 9/11. Maybe it wouldn’t have happened with Gore as president. For proof of that one only has to look at the 8/6 memo that Gore wouldn’t have slept on.

Bloggers were told during Katrina we couldn’t cast blame and help at the same time. We could and we did.

The USA is one giant mess. We all felt so good and became complacent as we believed that the radical right was a dead force. To have to live with the consequences of that belief is beyond my comprehension.

I and most”liberals” don’t care what kind of mother Sarah Palin is. That’s none of our business. It is our business to care that she’s trying to foist her values on us.

I’m not going to dredge out the original draft of The First Amendment again–the one that very distinctly spelled out that church and state shouldn’t meet. When people haughtily talk about how “under God” was good enough for the founding father’s they should remember that Madison and Jefferson cared more about separating God from government than anything else.

We can’t and won’t give Palin a free pass. We did that to Bush after 9/11 and suffered. If we say anything negative about Palin, we’re talking se_ism.

I have never defined myself as a feminist but I married young and kept my last name at a time when that entailed walking around with a marriage certificate for banks, apartments, even some hotels. The only male I have ever been dependent upon for money I called “daddy” and that kind of went with the job description.

I’m buying a free standing house and one of the reasons I think I’m so into this is because i am an economically empowered woman and owning a house represents the final challenge. One day, in the townhouse, I thought “what responsibility is missing here? Roofs,” and I realized that I could dial a roofer with the best of them. Though my nail tips (long story) keep me from doing anything nail related with the ease I once knew, I can be both the girliest woman and the most strident of feminists in one breath.

Don’t call me “se_ist” when my entire adult life has been about challenges.

Don’t think that the choice of Palin is going to go over well with moderates who were sitting on the fence or leaning toward McCain as too many of them have children. And they want their children to learn about responsible se_.

And if people weren’t around when abortion was illegal, it’s up to those of us who were around to tell them that many women chose to have illegal abortions in unsafe conditions. The daughter of close friends of my parents died of sepsis when I was fifteen. It’s something that stays with you for life. So needless. The parents were affluent, but the daughter felt she couldn’t confide in them. By that I mean the daughter could have gotten a safe abortion.

We can’t go back to those days. There is a very real possibility that if McCain and Palin win we will. I understand that many girls chose to be teenage mothers but in the world I come from that was not an option–just as abortion isn’t an option to Palin.

I believe that it’s up to the individual who is pregnant.

By saying talking about Bristol’s pregnancy is off limits we’re closing ourselves to a much needed debate. No not a debate–we have to keep abortion legal as girls and women will always have them.

We’re letting them win once again by being nice and we can’t be. The future of our country in every way is at stake.
Here’s the unrequited love of my life Frank Rich.

We still don’t know a lot about Palin except that she’s better at delivering a speech than McCain and that she defends her own pregnant daughter’s right to privacy even as she would have the government intrude to police the reproductive choices of all other women. Most of the rest of the biography supplied by her and the McCain camp is fiction

Fiction–in an era where everything can be vetted–fact checking is a life style, people look something up on the Internet and call it “research” Palin thinks she’s above the rest of us and can re-invent her life.

I went, not willingly but to support a friend, to the modern version of est the other night–actually the night Palin was giving her speech-and they said you can reinvent your life. I thought how wonderful to live in a world you make that has no basis in reality–reframe yes, see through different lenses, but reinvent? Apparently est and Palin have much in common.

Cooper this post is for you. I think Cooper the secret prognosticator should be the tagline of wonderlandornot, and once a week you should tell some aspect of somebody’s future. Or not.

It’s past time for all Americans who truly understand the Constitution to take a stand. We can’t give this country over to bigots who will do our deciding for us.

I was much moderate, but too much is at stake now, and I live in South Carolina most of the time where I don’t feel free to e_press my views. I will, I need time.

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Sep
07

Many times lately I don’t know whether keeping this blog up is worth it. I had it redesigned specifically so I could add images not realizing that the problem was with the blog host.

Then I was shuffling between addresses and had no Internet service here nor TV–just when the Democratic convention was on, Gustav seemed as if it was going to pull a Katrina and the Repub convention began.

It’s frustrating to be a luddite in the world of the technically advanced or at least apt.

I didn’t realize until the week I was without services–which I would have been even if I were very advanced how dependent I have become on seeing news as it happens.

Maybe that would have been a great e-periment some other week but I do think it important to watch conventions and hurricanes that empty out a city. My father used to yell at me when I refused to watch “history” on TV and I think he was right–though he forced me to go bowling when Jack Ruby killed Oswald and though I saw the replay thousands of times I have never quite forgiven my parents for that.

This is about the funniest article I have ever read on fathers
Fathers on Long Island do tend to impart their wisdom on the Long Island Ep_pressway.

Probably as it’s a second home. And not just any second home but the most loved and the most hated. Loved as it can be a quick escape from Long Island–if you’re traveling between two and five AM.

Hated as the rest of the time it’s a huge parking lot commonly called The Big LIE–that’s very funny when you’re a kid.

I hope that when I go back to North Myrle, hopefully four weeks from this past Thursday, and maybe even before I buy a home, I will feel focused and able to write

I’m going to continue this blog as I have never dealt with interstate moving companies with storage before and during a recession and housing crisis they do put on the pressure–during the initial phone call. I e_cell at the “n” word, but I do feel as if I’m taking food out their kids mouth and then overtip every person at a counter. I can’t believe how much I tipped the deliveryman last night as I felt bad he had to go out in horrible weather.

Then I’m going to buy a house and again I have never bought an actual freestanding house nor bought real estate during “a time like this.”

I took down the post I had last night. I can only make big decisions right now–not is my post worthy or not? ones

Sep
05

I am in New York not South Carolina–where Hannah did touch down in the Cherry Grove section of North Myrtle Beach.

I have never done an interstate move before with storage involved. I’m nervous about that. Is it a self-absorbed lu_ury to write about?.
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I took this post down as it was self-absorbed and whiney. Love the title however. Here’s another self-absorbed and whiney post from my little world

And, i don’t see too many people being judged for their life choices on the Internet. Why should it be different for me?

Why should I have to defend talking about my move? It would be big for anybody–for me it’s as if I’m climbing three mountain peaks.

Do you have any idea what it takes to sell at a profit in a down market? Do you have any idea what it takes to keep money coming in a stock portfolio.

I know those things aren’t important to you. They are too me as i do like to live well. Why should I be apologetic about it?

I wasn’t going to write about my move at all but quickly understand it was blog it or have a nervous breakdown. So sorry if the posts aren’t up to your standards.

Life lessons? I don’t need anymore. I’m neither shallow nor un-anaylitical. i have over analyzed my bumping into a doorknob before i knew what my problems were.

I’m moving to a place where they think you’re crazy if you don’t drive and own a car. I don’t drive and never will–not by choice but by disability. I turn it into a joke. “The world’s safer without me at the wheel.” “I’m like Stevie Wonder. If you get drunk I will drive.”

Do you understand that this really isn’t a joke? Do you understand how difficult this move is for me? I’m leaving the only city I have truly known. I’m leaving a life time of friends, family and memories.

Do you understand that the mechanics of life are much more difficult for me than for most people? Still I do what has to be done, or try.

I need peace and contentment in my life. This city is too crazy and too crazy pricey for that.

Do you understand that when you stood in judgment of me, and you did whether you can see that or not, I wanted to delete you from the everybody I know list.

This week had been about beginning to find peace and then I heard from you and wondered if I’m not understandable. I wondered if people really don’t like me or want to know me. i wondered if people find my writing boring and intolerable. Oh but unlike you I don’t peer deep into my soul. I thought you read my article on NLD. It doesn’t give me permission to abstain from life’s details, but it attempts to show who I am.

When I leave New York ne_t month I have to buy a house. I e_pect that to be easier but i’m the queen of “you never know,” as honestly I never do

I find life’s roads to be very curvy, trees over turned, shards of glass everywhere. Still I walk them.

I could spend my life self-improving or I could spend my life doing with some introspection. i chose the later. I don’t like to focus on myself as I hate becoming depressed. The pain I felt before I knew I had NLD and at various times during this year is diminishing. And like a tooth ache I can’t remember it e_actly.

Did you think you were being clever? Wise? Did you think you were going to make me look deep into myself, face me and come up with horrible truths? That I should peer into my soul and find a vapid horrible person. Honestly I like the person i see.

The one truth I know is that I’m a good person with many flaws. I have tried, more than most, to rid myself of the flaws but like the small lines on my face they aren’t going anywhere

Don’t read my blog if you no longer like my writing. I could ask you many questions about your present life but I choose not to.

You might have accomplished what many have tried. Blogging should be a pleasant e_perience. A nothing personal post should be treated as one.

I’m not sure whether i will put this blog on hiatus or not. You really did succeed in make me feel boring and that I have nothing worth saying.
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Yesterday I crossed the park to the discount high fashion optician. I whispered “do you have Sarah Palin’s glasses.” They were aghast as they hate…but I ended up buying similiar but nicer ones. I had taped the prior night’s Letterman and found it hysterical when he said “wouldn’t Sarah Palin make a great commercial for LensCrafters?”

Then I went for a pedicure as I really couldn’t stand my clear tinged with pink toes. I got deep red. As I looked at the woman ne_t to me who was getting clear tinged with pink…I wanted her color. Then I realized I suffer from pedicure envy.

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Sep
04

I guess I’m gad and alightly amused that my family and family of friends think ‘m so powerful I can personally change peoples’ minds. I can’t. It has to be a group effort–a very large group…..

And yes I’m very aware that my wrting hasn’t been great in the past year. I’m living in an apartment that has my furniture but not my colors–most of my things are in my storage cage–and I feel very very vulnerable as this change has taken so long. Yet I can’t apologize for feeling good that it’s going to end, I had great blood tests (which at my advanced age….) e-cept for the thyroid which did e_plain so much

This past week’s New York Times Book Review talked about the diminished influence of the radical right. Oh how complacent we become when we think we’re winning.

Nevada Jack, Sage’s sidekick wrote an e_cellent post about Palin’s speech and how demeaning and more it was.

Here’s a Yahoo news article about Palin’s speech and the true facts–yes I know that’s a frigging o_ymoron.

The First Amendment–I believe in it. All of it.

Up to four Supreme Court Justices will retire in the ne_t four years.

I believe in The entire Constitution. The one that has The First Amendment. I am not Christian but my rights are protected under that.

Sarah Palin doesn’t care about the rights of anybody who thinks or acts differently than she does

That’s not American. I refuse to become “undocumented” “illegal” in the country four generations of my family have been born in. She made it personal when she accepted the nomination. She continued to make it personal last night.

In October it will be two years since I got a comment telling me that I lack a moral center or ethics because I wrote a story about an older woman entertaining a younger man. Funny but I thought we lived in a country where people could pick their own story themes.

The radical right thought they ruled the blogosphere then. Many of us stood up to them. Many bloggers who came after us have never known what it’s like to have their morals and values denigrated.

Pure blogging isn’t like writing for a magazine or newspaper. Our comments aren’t censored. We do read the things designed to hurt us.

“What kind of mental illness do you have? I have a theory that certain types of mental illnesses go with far left thinking.”

I’m only “leftist” when it comes to some social issues. And I truly don’t believe that believing in choice is leftist.

I tried to be rational. I tried reasoning. I tried ignoring. I was always polite. It wasn’t a fun time in my life. I refuse to ever give them the dignity they tried taking from me.

I have been told to move to France, to stop occupying space on this earth and much more.

I don’t enjoy judging people. But so many people have judged me….

Radical right–allowed to say what they want about who or what. if Democrats call them on anything they will hide under “personal attack,” “Obama has no e_perience…..” It’s tiring.

I stopped blogging about politics for a reason. It made my blogging e_perience miserable. I’m the only blogger who hates comments and i have a right to hate them as so many were hate filled.

I got many phone calls this morninga about both Palin’s speech and the possible destruction of the Carolina’s. My head is spinning.

I hope people will see Palin’s speech for what it was. My friends and family are a bit hysterical. We have worked hard to change this administration. I can’t see clearly right now.

I deleted much of this post, and changed it.

Read The Who’s lyrics–they’re amazing.

We’ll be fighting in the streets
With our children at our feet
And the morals that they worship will be gone
And the men who spurred us on
Sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again

The change, it had to come
We knew it all along
We were liberated from the foe, that’ all
And the world looks just the same
And history ain’t changed
‘Cause the banners, they all flown in the next war

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
No, no!

I’ll move myself and my family aside
If we happen to be left half alive
I’ll get all my papers and smile at the sky
For I know that the hypnotized never lie

Do ya?

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

There’s nothing in the street
Looks any different to me
And the slogans are replaced, by-the-bye
And the parting on the left
Is now the parting on the right
And the beards have all grown longer overnight

I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smile and grin at the change all around me
Pick up my guitar and play
Just like yesterday
Then I’ll get on my knees and pray
We don’t get fooled again
Don’t get fooled again
No, no!

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

Meet the new boss
Same as the old boss
that song was written a long long time ago about another war another time. Unfortunately it’s more relevant today