Crossing The Unspoken Divide

“Here’s a Health to the Company,” The Chieftains: Celebration

Well, here’s to us all. The beermaking kit finally arrived (actually, it had to be reordered, the original was lost by the Tibetan Postal Service)

In looking over the instructions, they seem pretty straightforward, so we probably won’t kill anybody with our first batch. And Scott, the engineer-boot wearing bass from church, has offered his able assistance with “getting the baby’s head wet.” He brought over some of his own homebrew last summer, most of which was quite, quite tasty.

Me, I’m hoping eventually for a batch of Black Raspberry Hefeweissen, but we have to start small with the two varieties of beermakings supplied with the kit. One is a nut brown ale of some sort, and the other one is a red ale (naturally). And there seems to be a possibility of making hard cider, too. Oooh.

I probably wouldn’t be as into beer as I am if I hadn’t grown up in… okay I’ll just type it: Utah. I had a real problem growing up there, but it didn’t really have a name until recently. In fact, people didn’t want to hear about it, especially if you were on one side and they were on the other. So you if you just wanted to get along, or forget about it, you didn’t talk about it. Which was no solution, either.

Well, it’s now called “The Unspoken Divide,” after a groundbreaking series of articles in the Salt Lake Tribune. The Divide is the social misconnect/disconnect between those Utah residents who belong to the “majority” religion in the state, and those residents who don’t.

Not only does it screw up people over their beliefs, it screws up political discussions, land use, environmentalism, entertainment, you name it. And it’s hard to shake – look at me, I moved away for good in 1976.

The Alliance for Unity was created out of the public reaction to the articles, and also out of the emotional reactions born of the Sept 11 attacks. It consists of several religious and political leaders, of various faiths and beliefs (or lack thereof).

I keep hoping the Alliance will put together a website, but nothing so far. I applaud their efforts and wish them luck of it.

As for me letting go of my own feelings, I’ve cherished them over like a broken tooth for long enough now, I think.

Maybe the next time the nice mishie boys come to the door, I won’t spit vitriol in their faces – they’re just harmless 19 year olds far from home (and even farther from a clue, but that’s okay, they believe what they want).

I don’t want to debate with them or freak them out with solid arguments. I want to let that part of my life go, along with the “those mean kids didn’t like me when I was a kid” mantra that’s been sooooo convenient a hook for hang-ups.

The original articles are buried in a “pay to view” archive at the Trib, but Beliefnet archived them. Note – some of the comments from LDS contributers along the side refer to something called “the mission field.” Just so you know, that’s anywhere that’s not Utah. 😉

The sideroll makes for interesting reading, but it’s the same old same old “defend the faith against all and sundry/you people are religious nuts and you discriminate” debate that is just the thing this Alliance is supposed to address.

Locally, they’re still squabbling over the Main Street land swap with the church and nuclear waste dumps. Hope they get around to doing more to bridge the divide.

Incense and Peppermints

What’s On the AOL Tuner: Andreas Vollenweider: Cosmopoly

That’s nice, hadn’t heard any of old Andreas’ music in a long time. I used to listen to one of his first albums a lot years ago in Seattle.

They were talking on ::NPR this morning about it being the 40th anniversary of the Surgeon General’s report that advised us all that smoking is bad for us. I wonder if incense counts as second-hand smoke? It sure set off the sniffling and coughing, and it makes my throat tight – not a good thing if you’re trying to sing.
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A Woman’s Speech Should Exceed Her Grasp, or What’s a Blog For?

I’m still in the “clueless newbie” stage of development in doing this blogging thing. I have to ask DH to fix up/install all the technical stuff, and then I tinker around with templates and things and have to yell for help if I can’t revert to something that works. I’ve been gathering links to tutorials and places where people gather to discuss blogging, the blogoverse, blogomania, sideblogs, blogrolls, and other things blog. I’m still learning definitions and trying to figure out how not to do it, in addition to how to do it. Far off in the hazy blue distance, there is some semblance of a clue, or of several clues.
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No Catastrophes So Far Today

Former leak in pipe remains fixed. Skating rink fundraiser in garage cancelled. Noticed that DH mentions the incident in his blog also.

The wall painting project has progressed to the “touch up places where paint bled under masking tape” stage, but it’s basically done. The ceiling touch-ups are more along the lines of “roller-size swipes of orange paint on white must be painted over with big brush” stage. Yep, next time we mask the ceiling with tape at least as wide as the paint roller.

The hardwood floor project in the third bedroom, formerly known as the Tiny Room Full O’ Spackle, is nearly done. All it needs is a bit of cutting on the remaining few boards, and then time to buy and stain molding. I was planning on getting a miter saw to do the angle cuts, since we’ll need it later for crown molding downstairs. However, the DeWalt 12″ compound miter saw I was going to get for free may not be for free. It looks like it’s been removed from the catalog from the incentive outfit I belong to from work. AUGH!

Strike that about no catastrophes. I just lost everything I wrote. Note to self: don’t hit the “back” button on a web-based blog update, dummy.

From the Earth to the Moon… then Mars

ABCNEWS.com : Moon, Mars Proposals Stir Excitement

“We had to do the moon first, but we’ve done it,” he said. “So the value of any permanent presence on the moon is not clear to me.”

Well, it’s clear to me. We have to learn how to live, long-term, in a vacuum. Right now, there’s a slow leak on the International Space Station that we can’t find to fix. A permanent moon base could include underground rooms that could be pressurized easily and safely that could serve as bolt holes in case of a catastrophic decompression. On the station, or on a months long voyage to Mars, there’s no bolt hole unless you get in an escape capsule… and if you’ve already traveled a few million miles, that capsule will have to be capable of returning you to Earth. So better we learn more about building long-term living environments in a location like the Moon, where a small amount of gravity and the ability to bolt to safety if necessary will make it easier to achieve the goal.

What’s more – we’re not done with the study of lunar geology – we weren’t done when Apollo 17 lifted off. What better laboratory for testing tools and procedures than the Moon, if we hope to do any useful geology on Mars? What if we get all the way to Mars and realize that we brought the wrong tool box? As far as I know, there’s no Home Despot there… yet.

In other words, first baby steps for humans, later one ginormous leap for humankind.

Does anyone want to start a lottery for seats to the Moonbase? And can we make sure that Tom Hanks and Andrew Chaikin get comp tickets? Let’s raise the funds, people. This is the future we’re talking about.

And while we’re at it, we have to get out of the damn war and start spending some money on math and science education.

And finally – Harrison Schmitt, time to ramp up your fitness routine; they might be calling you back to The Show.

I Did It For The Childrun

CNN.com – Woman drops lawsuit to stop lottery payout – Jan. 9, 2004

“I wanted to win. The numbers were so overwhelming,” lottery challenger Elecia Battle said. “I did buy a ticket, and I lost it. I wanted to win so bad for my kids, my family.”

The 40-year-old had asked a Cuyahoga County judge in Cleveland to stop Ohio lottery officials from paying Rebecca Jemison, the declared winner of the $162 million jackpot from the December 30 Mega Millions multistate drawing.

Contrite and tearful at a news briefing, Battle said she had the suit dismissed Thursday.

“I do want the world to know I apologize for any inconvenience,” she said.

Well, that’s all right then. Verdict not guilty – she wanted the money for her kids.

It’s a Small Blogosphere After All

kasia in a nutshell

How weird is this? I was following up links to stories about spam, checked the author bio on this blog, and DH says “Oh, that’s a friend of Steve’s. She has the same kind of digital camera.”

The common link? They’re both moderators (at least, I think Steve is also a moderator) at DSLreports DH participates there a bit as well.

Anyway, weird coincidence, and spam sucks. Read on…
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Googling for Fun, Profit, and Winning an Argument

The Salt Lake Tribune — Refuge of a scoundrel

I’ve been reading the Salt Lake Trib letters to the editor for lo these many years. It’s always been a lively forum for people who like to argue back and forth about the same old hot-button topics. Occasionally, new topics get hot, such as medical malpractice.

Apparently, now to be a letters to the editor playa, a good memory and copious enemies files are no longer required… all you really need is an internet connection and a little skill with Google.

Well, two can play at that game, Dr. Trease.
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DIY Means “Don’t Injure Yourself”

So today, David and I are off to Home Despot to pick out some paint and get a few supplies for painting one wall in our house. We have one of those modern semi-open plan homes with big blank walls and rooms that flow from one to another, making it hard to figure out where to stop painting (I know, this very topic was covered on a recent “Queer Eye for the Straight Guy” episode).
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