On Personal Responsibility, and anything else that I feel like talking about

I have a renter. Am not the greatest landlord as my sidebars are so cluttered, I feel like I’m renting space in a trashy trailer, not an end glass and steel triplex townhouse condo. Owning a condo like that and being a guest on Letterman are two of my biggest goals in life. For a New Yorker the end glass, steel triplex townhouse condo is a very big goal as it would involve coming into money suddenly so I could have a second home home, or making the decision to sell, and then actually doing it.
Don’t remember how I met my renter, Bone. Measured by blog years, it was awhile ago. One of the best things about blogging is watching people evolve. Bone has evolved greatly as a writer.

He says that Courting feels like it’s close to a big city yet homey like Newhart’s lodge. Don’t think I ever mentioned that Bob Newhart teaching the hokey-pokey was probably the funniest thing I have ever seen on TV. I still double over in laughter when I think about it. Every time I have tried to tell somebody about that episode, I begin laughing, and can’t stop. Fortunately most people have seen it.

Bone is still forever trying to figure out what girls like and what they might like about him. I wrote the initial description in the post below, almost six months ago.
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Cooper* can rent my blog, despite who her daddy is. Yes we’re going to burn him
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Would like to say now that Mother’s Day is over, I think that it’s the cruelest day of the year for women who have neither mothers nor children. Can’t imagine what it’s like for somebody who desperately wants a child. I picture my mom married for eleven years before I was adopted and the pain she would feel. People thought nothing of asking the sickest most personal questions. She would never show her unhappiness.

My mom was a lady in every sense of the word. But she told me stories that made me cry. She no longer felt sad as she claimed to have the two most wonderful daughters in the world. We had the best mom. Most of the time I can think about her without crying or feeling too badly. I can separate her death from the horrors that happened a month earlier.

Both the Federal Government and everybody involved in rebuilding downtown must stop talking about 9/11 so often. For many of us it’s just not healthy. Nobody will ever forget, but we don’t have to rehash it all the time.

I know that I say that often but September 2001 to January 2003 are times I would rather gloss over. Yes I so want to be shallow. Just about that time frame.

I would like to remember 9/11 in September, that once most glorious of months in New York.

September 9 was the last perfect Sunday. Lucia and I were on a friends roof deck. I looked for all our friends apartment buildings. I looked at the Ramapo Mountains in New Jersey, and mistook them for the Catskills. A common mistake, I would assume. I didn’t look for The Towers. Yes, damn it, I felt guilty.

Unfortunately I do read newspapers and local magazines. Thinking of stopping that. But I can’t. My parents ghosts would haunt me too much.
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Last night must have been the trimonthly loon meet. I delete comments without thought and put emails in spam if they’re designed to personally hurt me. The mere act of blogging is a bit vain as there’s the implied belief that other people will want to see your blog. Yes I am slightly self absorbed and slightly vain.

My pin-up is far from archaic. Alberto Vargas the artist was brilliant, and pin-up art makes a statement. I am a very straight woman. I am a feminist and secure in that, my ability to earn a good living, and my sexuality. Received a very hostile email, saying that my “masthead is,,the artistic equivalent of Barbera Striseland, deliberately misspelled, perhaps that might occasion a thought or two,” The person also said I should do this as I say I’m not a gay male.

Would love for somebody to explain the logic behind that email. Am proud of my template. Would be proud if I were a Gay male, though I think the email author meant Transvestite. When people trash other people should at least get their sub genders right. And would be proud if I were a Transvestite. But I’m a straight woman. Am proud to be that.

Many real men read pink blogs. I know from the comments.

Just came back from a two hour dental visit so I’m in rare form. Can’t use Novocaine in these last few visits, too many teeth involved, so pain is me.
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If I haven’t been to your blogs recently, I am sorry. This is a very busy week. Never did get to my James Spader film festival.

Seem to enjoy spending rare days with nothing pressing to do fighting people who believe that my generation is the scourge of the earth. I will say this until I die.

All we have in common is an age range.

To blame “baby boomers” for all present problems is a bit like blaming your mother when you had a bad day in First Grade that was made worse by the ice cream truck being late.
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On Thursday’s Sar, a far better blog hostess than I could ever hope to be, has a guest who writes a post and poses an interesting question. Found Lego‘s post and question on striking a balance between idealism and realism to be particularly apt these days. I liked my response, and yes my dawg, am very aware of the true Conservative/Liberal quandary.

However, I never labelled myself. I have been labelled as a liberal, and now proudly use that word because I believe the entire Bush admin, and that includes such people as Dobson and Frist to me, are people lacking in true morals and ethics. I encourage comments that thoughtfully disagree; I delete comments that talk about my lack of a moral center etc. And I’m going to be in a bitch of a mood later and tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to upset me.

I think that we as individuals have to begin to admit when we make mistakes, to admit to lying and most important to take actions to fix that.

We have lost the sense or more truly the reality of personal culpability, and that gives license for leaders to lie, or to fix their lies with truth

Once we begin to accept responsibility for our own action or inertia, we can begin to understand that to err is to be human, and we can more readily accept imperfections in others while demanding that they be truthful and live up to their responsibilities

We seem to expect other people to change while we don’t have to. Why should we expect our country’s astoundingly sad indicators to change in such areas as literacy, life expectancy, and other things that shouldn’t even be a question for a country that once ruled, when each of us believes that it is the other person’s responsibility to change?

I believe that “me, me, me” is fine–once we have lived up to the above. Then “me, me and more me” goes to a different level as we have satisfied our wants while having helped others.
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And every day that Karl Rove isn’t indicted, that we remain in Iraq, that we allow this country to rot is a day wasted.
*Cooper’s daddy is Rove. She has been spending too much time around DC lately.