The Bulb Came On

84  bar falls 29.97  0mph  NEE  dew-point 50  sunrise 6:33 sunset 7:53  Lughnasa

New (Harvest) Moon

When I began to plan the beds for the transplanted lilies and iris, I realized it would be good to dig in daffodils, too.  Daffodils, then Iris, then Lilies. But nobody sells daffodil bulbs in August.  They come out in late September, October.  The lily and iris placement will make digging in daffodils harder, more of a gymnastic act, since the daffodils go below the lilies which go below the iris.

Then, before I went to sleep last night, I had an aha.  I already have plenty of daffodil bulbs.  Planted.  I have around 600 daffodil bulbs in various places, so I got out the garden spade and went at an area.  Result?  Plenty of daffodil bulbs.  Now all I need is a cool, rainy day to plant all three.

Another matter.  About noon I got hungry and decided to go out for lunch.  I don’t do this often, usually only if I’m in the Cities, but for some reason I wanted to today.  Originally, I wanted to find a new Asian place that specializes in regional cuisines.  Couldn’t locate it.  Then I remembered the Jackson Street Bar and Grille.  I had not been there.  It  is in downtown Anoka.   So, I went there.

The bar stretches the entire length of the building, a good half-block.  New furnishings, including several wide-screen TV’s which, when I walked in, featured a blond country western singer.  Her song was “Come On Over.  I can’t get enough.”  There was also a Big Buck hunting video game.  You get the drift.

When the waitress came for my order, I ordered a bacon cheeseburger and tater tots.  This is not health food.  Over the last couple of weeks I have eaten more and more like a snowmobile racer or retro-guy.  When I put it this way, I reveal the conundrum.  It almost seems like somebody else has ordered the burgers, the Arby’s, the milkshakes, the Steak bites.  As a committed existentialist, I’m sure it was me and I know I’m responsible, yet I keep doing it.

Relentless in my self-analysis I tried to figure out why.  The usual hunch is stress, but I don’t feel stressed at all.  If I’m denial about that, it’s a pretty effective form.  An idea crossed my mind.  It may be that I’m so used to having a problem with myself to work on:  cigarettes, alcohol, relationships, exercise, writing that when I feel life is pretty good I ramp one up for consideration.  As I thought about it, this made some sense to me.  I’ll take a nap on it.

Any Woman or Any African-American? NO

70  bar steady 30.02  0mph E  dew-point 54  sunrise 6:33 sunset 7:53  Lughnasa

New (Harvest) Moon

“The cocks may crow, but it’s the hen that lays the egg.” – Margaret Thatcher

I agree with Margaret.  She laid several big eggs while Prime Minister. One of them was the poll tax.

Let me be clear about the post below.   Voting for a candidate based on any secondary characteristic, i.e. skin color, gender, national origin, religion or sexual orientation without careful consideration of the policies and general political stance concedes your political principles.  I know in some cases this is very tempting, say for example Hillary as a woman or Obama as a black man.  Even some folks will consider Palin just because she is a woman.  I believe there are good arguments for electing somewhat less than ideal women candidates, black candidates, Muslim candidates (less than ideal=politics somewhat different from your own) in order to increase diversity in the policy making branches of government.

This less than ideal concept does not apply to President.  Why?  Simple.  The President has too much power.  A Presidential candidate must be as close to your politics as possible to be worthy of your vote.  Unlike a Senator or a House member, they have no caucus to leaven their views, no entire body to smooth out the rough edges.  A President decides and disposes within the Executive Branch. The President determines his/her parties agenda in Congress, at least on certain important matters, matters that will have priority to those who voted for them–like you.

Is it important that a woman become President?  Yes, I believe it is.  Is it important that any woman become President?  Absolutely not.  Is it important that a black person, male or female, become President?  Yes, I believe it is.  Any black person?  Absolutely not.  In the primary races I did not support Hillary or Barack because they are both too centrist for me.  I preferred Kuchinich and Edwards.  Now that the winnowing process has ended though, Barack is the Presidential candidate closest to my political views.  He is to the right of my own positions, but the choice is down to two.  In this case proximity to my own views and his skin color both matter to me.

As I wrote the other day, Obama’s policies and political rhetoric don’t excite me, but the visual of an African-American as President, so long as they are not, say, Alan Keyes or Clarence Thomas, does.  Last evening I rode up in the elevator with an African-American couple.  They were young.  He had the Star-Tribune in his hand and read a quote to his girl friend.  “See,”  he said, “He spoke to the women who were supporting Hillary.  He’ll get their support.”  I don’t know about his analysis, but the fact that he was excited gladdened my heart.  Blessed be.