Happy Birthday Murpheola Stocknottle

Mmmmm.... cake!

It really was a swell bash and a lovely party, and lots of friends and family came to my sister Timmy’s house to help Mom celebrate her 90th birthday, which we celebrated last Saturday. There was lots of great food, and clearly shown in this picture, plenty of drink (well, boxes of wine are kind of an inside joke in the family). I’ve uploaded all the photos (even the action-shotty ones) as a set on my Flickr page. There was even a fun game to play – some sort of “ring on a string” thing where a metal ring was suspended from a high branch on about a 15-foot cord, and the object was to swing the ring until it hooked itself on a target attached to the tree trunk. Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t impossible, though near the end of the party the only ones still playing it were the kids, owing to the rainstorm that came up after all the food and cake formalities had been gotten out of the way.

I even managed to hook the ring myself, and no one was more surprised as me; by then I’d had a couple of bottles of yummy Squatter beer. Good stuff, LeMaynard.

Bloggy Goodness

Okay, I’ve bloviated My Important Thoughts About Current Events enough for the week. Time I got back to basics and wrote about stuff I probably know more about – silly, mindless, entertaining drivel about my favorite things.

So tonight being Friday, we’re parked in front of the TV watching Stargate, Atlantis, and then my husband David will be watching Battlestar Gallactica.

Tonight for the first time, though, my geek cred goes up slightly; I’m using my “new” laptop (which is really David’s old one). Slowly I’m moving stuff over to it from my own “old” computer, like photos and other files. And this being the House of Geeks, David’s also dinking around on his new laptop, and we’re both connected to the Internet via a wireless connection.

Earlier tonight, we went out for dinner to a local sushi joint, and so for us our geekdom is complete. We’re sushi eating, scifi watching, laptop blogging geeks.

Oh, and while David is on the phone to Steve (hi, Stevie!) I’m listening to iTunes while TiVo is paused. So, yes, mega-geekery.

Okay, so the conversation is over. Steve sounds well and chipper and was on his way to to see Ruth, and we’re meeting to work out tomorrow. Back to blogging about our show.

It’s been an enjoyable episode – the type I call the “missing man.” This is where one member of SG-1 gets left behind somehow and has to survive on his or her own for a while before making it back one way or another. This one featured some new antagonists that were kind of like ninja-Jaffa who had achieved their independence thousands of years ago. They lived in a Zen-like village that looked like in real life it might have been a Buddhist temple; when Highlander was still in production it used to be “fun” (well, fun for obsessed fans like me) to spot locations and figure out if a set was “built,” “real,” or even “virtual.” This one looked real, though some of the little buildings might have been painted effects inserted into the shot. The plot, aside from the “marooned crew” theme, was a variation on the classic “Inigo Montoya gambit.” As in “You keeled my (family member), prepare to die.” In this case, it was a brother, a plot point I predicted near the beginning. Eventually Mitchell “dies” in the ring and the other guy requests the right to dispose of the body. Right, heh. By this time we’d figured out Mitchell had been drugged.

I realized it really WAS a tribute to “Amok Time” when Mitchell wakes up afterwards, looks at the ninja dude and groans, “Thanks, Bones.” Double heh.

For all its predictability, there were enough minor twists in the plotline to keep it interesting, plus it’s evident that Mitchell has succeeded in getting the band together again – the interaction between Mitchell and T’ealc showed promise.

Basically, Ben Browder’s character (Lt. Col. Cameron Mitchell, not quite as wise-cracky as John Crichton) had a little shoot-out with one of the ninja-Jaffa where both were wounded. Mitchell got captured by the Ninjaffa, the other guy got hauled back through the gate to Stargate Command. Most of the action stays back on the ranch planet of the Ninjaffa, where after getting healed up by the local herbalist/martial arts teacher. They all think Mitchell killed the other guy, so by their ancient laws he has to be healed up, trained up, and then killed in a ritual that was billed to sound an awful like the combat that takes place in the classic Trek episode “Amok Time.” You know the one – Spock goes into heat, his fiance gets a little wacky and chooses Kirk as her champion, and then Bones gives Captain Kirk a doped “hypox” shot. This sets up the final “battle to the death” scene where the “dead” Kirk gets transported back to the Enterprise for a happy little reunion with the recovered but still emotional Spock.

And so this episode of Stargate went – the healer/sensei guy and Mitchell bond during the weeks of training required to get him ready to get his ass handed to him sliced up like sashimi. As I had predicted, the leader called for any kin of the “dead” warrior (who was back at Cheyenne Mountain, arguing matters of faith wiht T’ealc) to stand forth and deliver the killing blows against the human, and Mitchell’s training buddy stepped out calling for the right to avenge his brother. You could almost hear the pounding “Pon Farr” soundtrack music as Mitchell and the Ninjaffa squared off, too. After a couple of minutes of exciting (and speeded-up) combat, the Ninjaffa cut Mitchell’s leg with the edge of his blad

The followup episode of Atlantis was also satisfying… Shepard turned into a wacky-looking blue hybrid bug! Woo! And while under the influence of wacky bug endorphins, he planted a big fat wet one on Teyla after they had an exciting and stimulating… stickfight. Hey, martial arts is dead sexy, right? Right. But then Shepard got all better after something disgusting happened that had to do with yooochy insect eggs, and by the end of the episode he was all cute and cowlicky again. Which is as he should be.

Since I’m new to this “blogging while watching” stuff, I’m far, far behind. We’re now looking for stuff that TiVo queued up, and it’s found an episode of “Blackadder Goes Forth”. So we’ll watch that for a while, and then bedtime.

Oh, and more iPodding. We are geeks, you know.

These Are The Men

CBS News | Brown Plucked From Katrina Duty | September 9, 2005?13:24:54

This was breaking news just a couple of hours ago; Michael Brown has been removed from running FEMA (Correction: from running the Katrina rescue/recovery effort. Expect his final departure soon though). The Google link for all the stories is here. Since then, rather a lot has happened.

His replacement: Coast Guard Vice Adm. Thad W. Allen, and also in command of Task Force Katrina is General Russell Honore. I saw both in a rather hectic-looking live press conference earlier today – the closed captioning concluded with a slightly garbled and ungrammatical, but spot-on description: THESE ARE THE MEN.

Both look like they’re fully capable of getting the job done – in fact, they’ve been getting the job done for several days now. I’ll go out on a spiritual limb here and add: May God look with favor on their efforts and the efforts of the men and women they command and direct in the next few months.

El Cabeeno

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The family cabin up Lamb’s Canyon in Utah was in use when we drove up for a look around last weekend; I was happy to see that almost everything is still maintained in the traditional way. That is, aside from the modern abominations of electricity (EE-LECK-TRICITAH!). One of my younger cousins had some guests “up” with her so we walked around, took photos, then drove back down. The pictures may not look like much, but that’s because the memories that crowd into the corners (along with the friendly ghosts) are not so easily digitized.

The horseshoes hang on the wall near the door to the sleeping porch, ready for a game out back. Near it, my cousin Bill’s old machete is ready to be used to cut back brush along the trail to the spring, if anybody feels ambitious (which rarely happens). The day’s necessary snacks, books, games, and cards are ready to hand on the big oak table. If it’s a warm day, the sleeping porch is more comfortable, and it has an old rocker for sitting and another table for playing cards. Wrens and chickadees and ground squirrels make harmony, with a background continuo of wind in the pine and aspen trees – all is audible through the big screened windows that line the porch and wrap around on 2 sides.

With the exception of the sofa, all the other jimcracks, doodads, and old-timey crap has been there for at least 50 years, in some cases much longer. I was very pleased to see all the stuff on the mantlepiece was just where I remembered it, and the funky old game-bird mugs are still in use in the kitchen.

When Pop was still alive, we went up to the cabin a few times in the summer – he would tinker around trying to get the old railroad lanterns working (this was pre-lecktricitah, so there was a noisy generator). Mom would fuss around cooking on the coal range, which reminded her of her mother. And I would help out with whatever project we had in mind – wiping logs, cleaning, painting chairs, putting up curtains.

It sounds like a lot of work, but it was fun. This is not a cabin for the faint of heart. This is a cabin for roughing it a little and looking like hell when you finally decide it’s time to go “down.”

One year when I was out of college, Mom was recuperating from her first heart surgery. After a few days, she urged me to get out of the house (I was in Salt Lake on an extended visit) and so I went up to the cabin with my nieces (they were all out of high school by then) for a few days. We spent 3 days hiking, eating, cleaning, playing cards, and sleeping.

It was great. Really great. That was about 20 years ago now – how the hell did that happen?

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Title: Typical Cabin Fare

By: GinnyRED57
Main room. Some of the furniture has been swapped out, but the important things remain. The table has 14 leaves and can seat about 25 when fully opened. It is one gorgeous hunk of oak.

Originally uploaded: 9 Sep ’05, 3.34am PST

Bar’s Hoof In Mouth

The former First Lady’s remarks were aired this evening on American Public Media’s “Marketplace” program.

She was part of a group in Houston today (Monday) at the Astrodome that included her husband and former President Bill Clinton, who were chosen by her son, the current president, to head fundraising efforts for the recovery. Sen. Hilary Clinton and Sen. Barack Obama were also present.

In a segment at the top of the show on the surge of evacuees to the Texas city, Barbara Bush said: “Almost everyone I’ve talked to says we’re going to move to Houston.”

Then she added: “What I’m hearing which is sort of scary is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality.

“And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this–this (she chuckles slightly) is working very well for them.”

You know, I’d like to believe that the entire Bush clan doesn’t sort of laugh at the funny poor people reduced to looting and swimming in their own sewage. I’d like to believe that Barbara Bush wasn’t smirking behind her pearls, and meant to say something kind about how some people might end up in a better financial position post-hurricane. I guess I’ll have to find the Marketplace piece and listen to her tone of voice and decide for myself. But as a printed quote, this comment from W’s momma sure sounds condescending and clueless.

It’s funny about Marketplace – they’re a finance and public policy show, and they occasionally break amazing bits of news.

UPDATE: I’ve listened to the quote and the tone is kind of dim, and dimly kind. The Trib published a clarification from the White House; Scott McLellan tried to shrug it off as a “personal observation.” I’d love to know how that briefing went when somebody had to explain to W just why what his momma said was so easily taken the wrong way.

And if she’d said it in private and it had been leaked, it would have sounded even worse.

Why The Relief Effort Plays Like a Photo Op Gone Bad

Top FEMA leaders short on experience – Yahoo! News

Michael Brown, who heads FEMA as undersecretary of homeland security for emergency preparedness and response, already has endured sharp criticism for comments he made last week that seemed to suggest he did not understand that thousands of victims of Hurricane Katrina had taken refuge at the New Orleans convention center.
Before joining FEMA in 2001, Brown, a protege of longtime Bush aide Joseph Allbaugh, was commissioner of the International Arabian Horse Association and had virtually no experience in disaster management.

An official biography of Brown’s top aide, acting deputy director Patrick Rhode, doesn’t list disaster relief experience.
The department’s No. 3 official, acting deputy chief of staff Brooks Altshuler, also does not have emergency management experience, according to FEMA spokeswoman Natalie Rule.

Rule said the absence of direct experience managing emergencies is irrelevant because top managers need “the ability to keep the organization running.”

But Eric Holdeman, director of the King County Office of Emergency Management in Seattle, said familiarity with the specifics of disaster management is essential.

“Experience is not just general managerial experience, it’s experience in the field,” he said.

Rhode and Altshuler worked in the White House’s Office of National Advance Operations, which arranges Bush’s travel and scripts his appearances.

I just had an “aha!” moment. Did you? I knew that the upper (mis)management levels of FEMA consisted of political appointees, but under Clinton they were all people who had actual disaster or emergency management experience at the state or regional level. Under Bush II they’re people whose background is mostly in public policy, PR, and presidential “spin.”

I know I keep hammering away at this; months or years from now, when some commission of inquiry finally pronounces the verdict of what went wrong with the Hurricane Katrina relief effort, all this stuff will be deeply buried in the footnotes.

Toasters For All

Gay marriage up to governor now / Landmark legislation clears Assembly by narrowest of margins on second try

It’s been too long since there was good news to report on the issue of gay marriage. Good from my point of view, that is: I’m in favor of marriage for everyone who wishes to enjoy the bonds of matrimony, especially since yesterday was our 8th wedding anniversary.

Just like last year and the year before, I’ll go on record and say this: “My marriage is not threatened if my gay friends and family get hitched.”

TOASTERS AND USELESS SILVERPLATE SERVING FORKS FOR ALL!!

US Cuts AIDS funding

Bush breaks HIV funding promise

The Replenishment Meeting was widely billed as the first significant test of the promises made by world leaders at the recent G8 meeting, during worldwide MakePovertyHistory protests.

The 3.7bn US dollars pledged by donors will be just enough to sustain current programmes. However there is no funding for new prevention, treatment or care programmes for 2006 and 2007.

It is suggested that 7 billion US dollars was needed to adequately address funding needs.

The US contribution is just 0.6 billion dollars for the next two years.

For the first time since the establishment of the Fund, the US contribution will be well below their target of one third.

“We are sorry; the President of the United States is busy ducking criticism of his political appointees at FEMA and appearing at photo opportunities with sanitized evacuees. He is far too busy to bother about poor sick immoral black people from other countries when he’s got so many poor sick white finders black looters refugees voters wet evacuees to worry about here.”

Sure saw that coming. Boy, hurricanes is dead useful for ducking inconvenient policy committments.

FEMA Calls on 1000 Firefighters… to hand out leaflets

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I ran across this article about the one thousand firefighters that FEMA had sequestered for training in Atlanta in the Salt Lake Tribune, and then finally this morning I heard a piece on NPR on how the highly trained firefighters have been deployed in teams of two to affected areas… where they’re handing out FEMA flyers and referring questions about other services as best they can. It still seems like they could have used these guys to do rescue and recovery work, and find another thousand or so faceless bureaucrats to run around shining people on with “information packets.”

Weekend? What Weekend?

We’ve returned from our short but action-packed weekend in Utah; David’s parents were also there as a surprise for my mom and in fact are still there. They’ll return tomorrow, full of tales of excitement and thrills. Sunday, for example, the 4 of us went up to my cousin’s cabin in Lamb’s Canyon just to look around, then a few miles “around the corner” to Park City for lunch and window-shopping. On a whim, we all rode the “Town Chair” ski lift up the mountain, took pictures, wandered around in a featureless and stony wasteland devoid of shopping opportunities, and came down the mountain. Well, it was a pretty day for it and it was quite fun and a little scary when the lift would go from “loading” speed to “haul ass” speed when no one was waiting to board or hop off. That was just David’s parents and us, as my mom wasn’t up to any adventure the day after her big party at my sister Timmy’s house.

The party was really fun and there were a lot of people there who were surprises – cousins we hadn’t seen in nearly 30 years and old neighbors and friends of my mom’s from 5 decades or more ago. Timmy put on a great party and one that Mom will be talking about for some time to come.

Sunday was the day when everyone in town for the party kind of broke up into smaller groups and did different things; my other sister Tudy took our family friend Raymond around for a bit and met us in Park City, while Timmy took my niece Raeanne and the grandkids (Hi Collin! Hi Paige!) up to Snowbird for Oktoberfest. Then yesterday Ranny and the kids took off for Idaho in the morning, and we had breakfast with my mom and David’s parents before we took off. Then Timmy, my in-laws, and maybe Raymond and a few others were going to go to Heber to ride the steam train excursion and get robbed by desperadoes and donate the takings to charity. It sounded like fun, but unfortunately we were locked into our return schedule so no choo-choo fun for us.

Still, we had a lot of great food – Saturday in particular included breakfast with the whole fam-damily, then dropping Paige off at her grandma’s, then lunch up Big Cottonwood Canyon at the Silver Fork Lodge with Jim, then back to Timmy’s house for the party, more eating, etc. Sunday after we returned from Park City, we got pulled together again and went out to dinner with Mom and David’s parents.

It didn’t seem that exhausting at the time, but we really packed a lot of activities into it, and of course we had to spend as much time in the mountains as possible.

My only grouses were on myself – for not taking Friday off (I assumed I wouldn’t be able to get it, but I probably could have if I’d asked) and for not carrying sunscreen and a hat with me, along with my phone and iPod charges. All of the later items were left behind, infuriatingly at hand for packing, but inexplicably left out for reasons of pre-travel insanity.

It was a great weekend, and the only other thing undone was that I forgot to call my cousin Bill to thank him for lending me the cabin keys and to tell him they’re hanging on Mom’s mantel. That’s a reminder to me more than anything.

More later. I’m still catching up on the hurricane news and wondering just how much worse it might get before it gets better. In the midst of these musings, I was struck by a thought – there are probably people who are already figuring out how to celebrate Mardi Gras this year, no matter where they are.