Saturday, January 24, 2009

I am an asshole.

I just got my 2008 W-2. This year I made $9,124.50.

And this is why:
  • skiied 31 days
  • long weekend in Tahoe
  • two 2 week trips to the east coast
  • 6 day backpacking trip in Eagle Cap Wilderness
  • countless days flyfishing
  • explored Crater Lake and Steens Mountain
  • bought mountain bike
  • got dog
  • spent 22 days in Nicaragua
  • and I paid off my credit card
I am not really sure about the math on this one. As the above amount was pre-tax.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Somemore on Our New President

Frank Rich:

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/18/opinion/18rich.html?_r=1&em

And:

"Next to much of our history, this is small stuff. And yet: Of all the coverage of Obama’s victory, the most accurate take may still be the piquant morning-after summation of the satirical newspaper The Onion. Under the headline “Black Man Given Nation’s Worst Job,” it reported that our new president will have “to spend four to eight years cleaning up the messes other people left behind.”

Those messes are enormous, bigger than Washington, bigger than race, bigger than anything most of us have ever seen. Nearly three months after Election Day, it remains astonishing that the American people have entrusted the job to a young black man who seemed to come out of nowhere looking for that kind of work just as we most needed him.

“In no other country on earth is my story even possible,” Obama is fond of saying. That is true, and that is what the country celebrates this week. But it is all the tragic American stories that came before him, some of them still playing out in chilly streets just blocks from the White House, that throw both his remarkable triumph and the huge challenge ahead of him into such heart-stopping relief."

Barack Obama

So tomorrow is the day. Our favorite president elect will become our 44th president. He will also be the first African American president. I don't usually write about politics (unless of course you believe all writing and/or expression is political) and want to apologize in advance if this is annoying.

There is something so emotionally overwhelming about Barack. I don't know but I am taken aback by it. In the January 19th New Yorker, there is this amazing photo and interview exerts from 1996 of and with Michelle and Barack. It is incredibly intimate and honest and real. And that is what gets me. I can't believe he is going to be at the helm of our great nation.

I recently had been sort of over him. Like when he chose all those experienced, ivy-leaugers to fill his cabinate and realizing that the kind of change I am imagining in no way could come from within our system. And I was thinking the problems he is inherting are so large that anything he does is will be judged as failure. And that he was too well marketed. (Naomi Klien...) And being annoyed at the emails I still get asking for money.

This morning I talked to both of my grandpas. And the republican one started a conversation about tomorrow. And he said, "Well at least we all know he is smart." Yeah. He is smart. And he is fucked and our country is fucked.

I am remembering back now to November 4. I did not think he could win. And when he did. When they called the election at just after 8pm pacific time, not only did he win, he dominated. Totally killed it. I was surprised. I was setting myself up for disappointment. And here I am now doing the same thing. So, I am taking an active of role in no expectations. Nothing. Just Bush leaving is amazing. Anything President Obama does on top will be even better. So I guess I will end it with god bless america. Here we go, another moment we will test this thing called democracy.

And also I love how the US is pulling a 3rd world by having Obama heads all over tshirts, posters, buildings, buttons, flags...

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

2k9 To Do List

Umm. Well its that time of year again. A time to reflect and make New Year Resolutions. I don't really like the idea of huge changes when the year changes. And it makes sense the older I get and the shorter the years feel. Anyway, here is my to-do list for 2009. Organized by category and in no particular order. And please note I made this list on my journey in Nicaragua.

Education
  • expand spanish vocabulary, improve spanish accent
  • design, run, present Tanzania Community Asset Mapping Project
  • apply, be accepted, begin mba school
  • keep perspective on school, value the passing time
  • at least one day a week = no school
Recreation
  • fish rivers in and around Eugene
  • go on fishing trip with George Collins
  • camp on Steens Mountain
  • Ski. Ski. Ski. 5 days lift serve, 3 days backcountry (weak compared to 31 days last season)
Yellow Dog (At breakfast club this morning I was accused that all Diesel related tasks were actually things I want to do myself but cannot verbalize it. You decide.)
  • help yellow dog drop 10 lbs
  • train yellow dog
Personal Development
  • go to dentist
  • get health insurance
  • start therapy
  • sit down while eating at least 80% of the time
  • fix computer, fix car
  • run .5 marathon, seriously, i've bailed 2 times now. I am fucking serious.

Yeah. That is it for 2009. Some specific, some general. A good to do list. And I am also working on being patient, understanding, less mean, more responsible, kinder, understanding, and forgiving.

Huge year kids, huge year. Happy 2009.

I still cannot believe Barack Obama is president. I never thought I would see this day and I just read something he wrote and was, again, brought to tears. Keep up the good fight.

Friday, January 09, 2009

Yellow Dog

So, yesterday the yellow dog was hit by a car. He left the back yard (I left the gate a bit open and he escaped) and was sniffing around the neighborhood. I was in the shower and then realized that he was gone. I went to the front porch and called him. He came tearing across the street. And was nailed by a mini-van. He continued on and came into the house and went up to his bed. The driver of the mini-van pulled over and apologized and gave me his number to call about the bill. And the mini-van was dented.

So, I took Diesel to the Vet ER. His body was fine. He did have some black grease on his shoulder and haunches where he was hit. He was also smelling nasty. The folks at the hospital said he was in the best condition of any dog that had been hit by a car. And the smell was his anal glands which he expelled. This happens in moments of terrible stress. He was fine, all his vitals were normal. He was prescribed some animal grade IB profin. And I have to watch him and make sure nothing changes. The bill was $120.

So, I called the buy who hit him. I thanked him for stopping and caring. I told him about the pricetag and he said he would stop by. Umm. Anyway, he did stop by. And gave me $50 towards the bill.

I am impressed with people. And my dog. I always think about Diesel v _____. Racoon, cat, bone... whatever. And I always have the oposition winning. But I found out that is not true with Diesel v mini-van. Diesel took it home. I hope he will stop being dumb. Or I will stop being dumb. The whole thing was super scary.

In other news, today I went to Blockbuster to rent a movie. Tired of school and public library films. And when I went up to pay. The lady asked for my member number. I didn't have one. And she was like have you ever had an account. I was like no. She was shocked. So, apparently I am a late bloomer in the Blockbuster world. By the way, there is nothing special about Blockbuster and I cannot believe how many copies of each movie they have on the shelf. This is what makes it different from local, independent stores, no?

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Mira Flore National Park

I spent the past couple days in the Mira Flore National Park in North Central Nicaragua. North of the FSLN strong hold of Esteli. Mira Flore has many collectivo farms in the area. They grow coffee and cabbage and other sorts of things. It is sort of a socialist experiment up there. Everyone works together and there is a lot of shared ownership. But now it is sort of shifting towards eco-tourism. Its crazy that a country which seems so raw and on the edge of revolution would invest in tourism infrastructure. Maybe because there is money to be made. It was only recently that so many people became landowners...

The countryside is beautiful. I found myself romantising the lives of the Nicaraguans. Everything was peaceful, green, fresh, and beautiful. But there life sucks. Also, with all of the gardens and crops and coffee all of the folks at the farm I stayed at kept saying "organic, organic." But as I toured around with my guide Lenin, I know seriously, I saw people spraying chemicals and huge bags of fertilizers. How are these folks going to transition into eco-tourism if they use chemicals. Just another contradiction of the third world, I guess.