I think the cold does something weird to my brain.  That and too much sleep, maybe.  I dunno, but when one wakes up with “The Politics of Dancing” in one’s head…and so one of the first things I have a craving for is to watch/see is this video on YouTube so that I can get the other out of my head:

…one’s gotta wonder what the hell is wrong with one.  I mean…”The Politics of Dancing”???  …the HORROR!

Outside it’s a balmy 29°F right now in the now-brittle Emerald City…21°F if you consider the wind-chill factor.  Let’s all go frolic in the now-frozen and no-longer-fluffy snow!  Whoo-hoo!

NOT.  This is the part of snow I do not like.  No sirree-bob.  The part where you *swoosh-CRACK!* fall on your ass when all you want is a little tid-bit from the corner store only half a block away.   My spouse has just pointed out that at least we’re not in Wisconsin where it is probably colder, but I just shot him down with the fact that, according to The Weather Channel, Sheboygan, WI, is currently twice as warm as we are right now…with a lovely not-frozen temp of 42°F!!  I mean, really…that’s just not right!

Okay, I’m sorry this is not some philosophical or scientific expose regarding the effects of exposure on brain activity.  Nor is it even a witty tirade about anything at all related to the aforementioned abundance of sleep.  It’s just a rant…a lame-ass rant about how I don’t care how pretty the snow is anymore and I want it to go away and I want to be able to turn my heat down ’cause I can’t afford my electric bill as it is and I’m tired of being holed up on my couch ’cause I don’t want to bundle up to walk the few blocks to a coffee-house for a change of scenery and I’m tired of it being dark at 4:30 pm.  I really hate winter and none of the many holidays…Christian, Pagan, Jewish or otherwise…or various other forcibly induced distractions like Christmas Shopping or Winterfest can change it.  I…hate…winter.  Never mind that it’s not even actually winter yet…that it doesn’t actually start for one week (yes, folks…Yule/Solstice is next Sunday).  It feels  like winter now.  It smells like winter now.  It’s dark  like winter now.  For all intents and purposes, it IS  winter now!  And I’m sick of it, I’ve had it, I want my Springtime and I want it NOW!

“But, Dy”, you say.  “Where’s the silver lining?  Where’s the up-turn ‘I’m thankful for…’ part of your post?”

Don’t got one today, sorry.  I’m NOT thankful for the cold. I’m NOT thankful for the ice and snow outside.  I’m NOT thankful that I think I may have contracted a sinus infection from somewhere…either that or I’m due for a root canal on my #15 molar (upper left), and I REEALLLY hope that’s not the case!…and it’s really making it hard to concentrate and keep from screaming and making me worry about Tuesday as my first day at work and…*sigh*

I think you get the picture.  

© 2008 D. Kessler

I often wonder why it is that people settle in such cold climates.  I mean really…if it gets cold enough to make it a mortal mistake to be without shelter, you would think that there is something basically wrong with humans living there year round.  Oh, sure, it’s a wonderful place to live for two thirds or three quarters of the year…but if from the calends of December through to March we’re talking about sub-freezing temperatures, or worse, then I just don’t see the pay-off.  There is a reason human beings were nomadic in places like the Plains/Steppes etc.  Snow? Ice?  Blizzard Winds?? Frak that!  We’re outta here!  See ya in the Spring! 

Oh, sure…I’m just a big pussy.  I have thin skin.  I don’t have enough meat on my bones (or used to).  I’m just not used to the cold.  Blah-blah-blah.  I’ve heard it all.  I’ve also lived in quite a few different climates, thanks to a Sagittarius mom that seems to think that moving every few years was a good thing…call it a “fresh start” or “running from your demons” or “giving your kids a different perspective” or whatever else thing you want.  The down-side is we kids got to make new friends every few years…making my brother slightly more introverted, but me more social.  The “up”-side is we got to experience all sorts of different weather climes. 

Already familiar with the So Cal Coastal-Mediterranean climate, we packed up the VW and a friend’s car and trailer…off to the Willamette Valley in Oregon, we were.   To experience drenching rains for five or six months a year and to learn what frost was first hand (I’d never seen it before!).  After a few years, it was down to Cali again, but this time a northern inland hell misleadingly called The Sacramento Valley.  “Valley” sounds nice, right, pretty valley?  Nope…brown and dry and hot, hot, hot all summer and not a beach in sight (that’s just not right!).  I thought it could get no worse, but oh, no…I was wrong.   Let’s load up the kids and the dog and…It’s a Road Trip!!  To the South…Alabama, to be exact…complete with 90% humidity (whether it’s 98°F in summer or 35°F in winter), cockroaches the size of small mice in even the nicest homes, incessant buzzing outside from some scary-looking bug called a cicada, and let’s not forget the tornadoes (and the Klan marches…for real!).  That didn’t last long, only a year and a half.  Even my mother new that was a mistake…and so we were soon on our way back out west…California here we come!  So happy!  Wait…for some reason my mother got it in her head as we passed through Northern Arizona that the pines were so pretty and wouldn’t it be nice to live here and it’s only a day’s drive to the coast so we could visit Gram in California all the time…*sigh*  Bye-bye California, hello a different kind of hell. 

Now, Flagstaff, Arizona, is at an elevation of 7000 feet above sea level.  That’s higher than Denver.  That’s just ridiculous.  What that means is Flagstaff gets SNOW.  Yep.  Snow…in Arizona.  It gets mutha-fraking FREEZING cold.  I remember it being 12°F!  That’s just way wrong…almost as wrong as being below zero at night!  And we still have to go to school, we still have to learn to drive, we still have to function. 

So you see…I have some experience with different kinds of weather and have been in and out of cold for a long time.  But how people live in places like Fargo or Sheboygan or Fairbanks or [insert your town/city here]…I just don’t get it.  I would die.

Back to the here-and-now, my self-chosen hometown of Seattle is set this week to get the coldest weather we’ve had since 1990.  Yep, and I remember that winter…it was hella cold, and we got snow by the foot in the downtown core even.  It screwed with Joe Metro bad.  This week, Monday looks to be the coldest with a daytime high of 25°F.  Yeah, go ahead and laugh…we’re wussies here…but it’s still frakin’ COLD.  And Tuesday, the first day at my new job, is not going to be much better at 29°F.

Whoa…wait a minute, you say.  Job?  Did you say new job?? 

That’s RIGHT, Suckas!  I am unemployed no more!  I get to get up everyday while it’s barely light, just like a normal person, stumble through making coffee and making sure my clothes are on right-side out, ride Joe Metro downtown while putting on my makeup and not come home until it’s dark again (that can be anytime after 4:00 pm this time of year around here).  Whoo-hoo!  After six months, I’m ready for this again.

So, that’s it today, Kids.  I am thankful for my new job.  Thankful that my spouse doesn’t have to pull out his slightly thinning mop worrying that he isn’t writing enough music to cover the bills.  Thankful that I will once again have my own money and not have to ask him for funds for everything from drugstore staples to a beer and a burger.

And it’s about time.

© 2008 D. Kessler

You know, I really didn’t intend to start a blog that has become so mostly focused on the politics flying around right now.  I really didn’t.  I actually just wanted an outlet to formulate ideas and descriptions and be creative and generally just…I dunno.  Write.   About stupid stuff.  About the old man on the corner and how he gets through his day.  About the little dog peeing in the neighbors grass (we don’t really have lawns in this part of the city…it’s a population density thing…).  About how hung over I was/am this weekend and how much fun it was getting that way but, damn, what the hell was I thinking and how the hell do I make it STOP!

But this whole Election thing…the obsession, the excitement, the hopefulness, the fury…happens to me every friggin’ four years…since forever.  Okay, okay…not since forEVER exactly, but it’s been happening for a very long time.

I end up telling a certain story a lot lately, because it IS an election year and people you run into DO start talking about their hopes and fears, both for this time around and for other elections in the past.  The story I tell is about how when I was six years old, living in my home-town California-beach-town,  and I found out that I couldn’t vote that year.  It was 1972…(do the math if you want.  No, wait, please don’t)…do you remember who ran?  I do, that’s not the point.  The point is that I remember how upset, how downright devastated, I was…with my little-girl hopes dashed to bitty-bits on jagged rocks, because, well, hell!  Waiting until you’re 18 years old to vote was literally almost incomprehensible!  It was like saying, “in your next life”!  I have to wait HOW LONG?!?  I’ll never make it!  No WAY!

Not one to accept being told I “can’t”, at least not with a really good reason why not and age was not a really good reason to me at the time, I started really paying attention during big election years.  In hind-sight, I think doing so made me feel like I was proving to those that previously told me I “can’t” vote, that damn, straight!…I was qualified, up-to-speed, and not your usual “little-girl”.  Although I will admit the 1976 Election was a bit eclipsed for me by the whole media hoopla of the Bi-Centennial celebration and the fact that there was one or two (or three) really cute boys in my field of awareness, I have tried each time to self-educate myself on the issues to a higher level than the average bear (Hi-ya Yogi!), and I think I have done pretty well.  (Although,  I don’t think that I even now, by any means, have this 13-year old beat!  Forget FHA and FFA…this is one Future Political Analyst of America (FPAA?) in the making, for sure).  Consequently, with every election, I have gotten more vocal about it, more obsessed about it and, depending on how I see the candidates and how they are doing, I will get elated or angry in turns.  Case in point:  my blog.

Even so, I really wish I could get myself to pull my head out of the mish-mash flow of trash traffic that is everywhere!  Can’t I just turn myself away, just ONCE, from the Bandwagon Against Sarah Palin?  I know the issues, I know the candidates.  I know what I believe in and what America needs to realize (and finally is, I think) in order to save itself.   I also know, however, that all the world loves a parade…and you can’t turn away from something as awful as a train wreak.  Yep…even me, although it makes me tired for sure.

What do you think?  Eight days to go and almost home…but that doesn’t mean it’s time to sit down and shut up, right?  I mean…my mom always said “Do what you do well”, though she may not have realized exactly what she was telling me!  And for cryin’ out loud…it’s too late now for Dad to  “Turn this car right around now!”, so why sit in the back seat nice and quite?

Whatever you think, whatever you say here or elsewhere, just make sure you get out and VOTE.  I’ve done that already as much as they’ll let me (once, bah!), so I’ll just keep the watch and run my mouth and generally make a spectacle of myself (again…I think it gets easier every four years.  Just wait ’til I’m Helen’s age!  You won’t ever be able to shut me up!)

© 2008 D. Kessler

Ever look at the Tag cloud and your eyes go all out-of-focus…then, just for a minute, you think you see something that looks like it almost makes sense…almost?  Blips and glops of words that become something entirely different than they are/were on their own…like:

Bible Software Dogs:  Is this a band?  Or a geek club?
Government Marketing Ramblings:  This definitely sounds like where McCain’s speeches come from.  I wonder if they give a discount to bulk orders of Bullshit and Double-Talk?
Theology Republicans Blog:  A blog for the Religious and Political Right…or just a bunch of Wednesday-night church goers keeping in touch?
Economics Faith Democrats:  Um, I’m not sure who or what this would be exactly, but it sounded good.
Social Media Energy Daily:  This is the publication you get when People Magazine merges with Shape…sponsored and sustained by Redbull, so it’s delivered every morning to your doorstep.
Sports History Friends:  Kinda like Super Friends, but more educational and inspiring.
Family Photography Culture:  That’s that vastly popular club that won’t quit posting photo after photo after photo of their children doing the same damn thing in every single shot…just on different days, weeks, even years. *sigh*  Always followed, of course, by some gushy caption…I think they have a course or periodic seminar on how to most annoy those not part of this club.

I dunno what makes me see this shit.  Boredom?  Misfiring brain cylinder?  Lack of Sleep?

Whatever…I just thought it was interesting.

© 2008 D. Kessler