GOV: Gavin Newsom
not psyched about it. California should have a cool Governor.
LT. GOV: Ed Hernandez
SoS: Alex Padilla
CONTROLLER: Betty Yee
TREASURER: Fiona Ma
Not even sure why but I love Fiona Ma.
AG: Xavier Becerra
INS COMMISH: Ricardo Lara
State Board of Equalization 3rd: Tony Vazquez
Going on @ONLX rec here, they both sound bad. I admire the case for abstaining.
SENATE: Dianne Feinstein
There’s a fine case for Kevin De Leon, Feinstein voted for the Iraq War and stuff. But KDL took $5,000 from Cadiz Water Corp, which is trying to steal water from the Mojave National Preserve and sell it to Orange County. Then he helped kill AB 1000, which would’ve stopped this. To me, that’s just such a petty and direct corruption on an issue I care about. I’m sure he thought he could get away with it.
I guess I’m a one issue voter, which is letting bighorn sheep drink from Bonanza Spring.
Dianne Feinstein has her things but to my mind she’s also fairly heroic. I’d prefer a Senator not be a million years old, but then again the very word comes from the Latin meaning “old man.”
US House of Representatives: Adam Schiff
For your state reps I’d ask LA Podcast, I voted for my local Dems:
BEN ALLEN for Sen,
RICHARD BLOOM was my only option for Assembly.
Went with LA Podcast for Appeals Judges.
NO on Corrigan, yes on all the others for Appeals
For Judges I went:
SAUCEDA (LA Times says Coletta, they both sound good to me)
HUNTER (LA Times says Michel)
Superintendant of Public Instruction: Tony Thurmond
County Assessor: Prang
Prop 1 – Bonds for Housing Assistance: YES
Prop 2 – Mental Illness Housing: YES
Prop 3 – Water Bonds: YES
this one’s a push, went with LA Podcast over LA Times
Prop 4 – Hospital Bonds: YES
Prop 5 – Property Tax Transfer: NO
Prop 6 – Gas and Vehicle Tax: NO
Prop 7 – Daylight Savings Time: YES
Prop 8 – Caps on Dialysis: NO
LA Podcast says don’t vote
Prop 10 – End Rent Control Restrictions: YES
Prop 11 – Ambulance Workers: NO
Prop 12 – Cage Free Animals: YES
Measure W (flood control): YES
Measure B (municipal bank): YES
sounds like a stupid measure but whatever
Measures E and EE: YES and YES
- Work by Ai Weiwei at Marciano Foundation:
- down the docks, San Pedro:
- Good illustration of Satan in the Wikipedia page for him:
from Strange Tales From A Chinese Studio (1740) by Pu Songling
- Looking into the history of the USA and Chile, found this.
make the economy scream
- This is a take I didn’t know I had until I saw it expressed:
of course. these rascals hired her and they knew who she was. it didn’t work for them like it did for Fox so they threw her under the bus, but they’re no more principled than she is.
- moving books around:
- happy fate to be in attendance at the longest World Series game ever played. Beginning:
Sounds like it, from this review by Sarah Grisin, in the Canberra Times, of the show up at ANU.
Unlikely I’ll make it to Canberra by Dec. 16. Somebody go for me!
found in my notes some quotes from an interview with novelist Ron Hansen:
You may pray to God for guidance about some decision in your life, and God might say, ‘Look inside yourself and see what you want. It’s not necessary for you to be a priest. It’s not necessary for you to be married. It’s whatever you decide.’ In essence, God says, ‘Surprise me.’ We’re co-creators in a lot of ways, and what God relishes most about us is our creative freedom.
How about this:
For me, each Mass has a plot. It’s a kind of murder mystery. There is for me within the liturgy a sense of the importance of this celebration-this reenactment of the conspiracy and murder and resurrection of an innocent man. Here’s a man who on the eve of his betrayal celebrates dinner with his friends. Then he’s led away and whipped and has all these terrible things happen to him. But at the end the story we find out it’s a comedy, because it has such a wonderful, happy ending. And we get to share in it, in this mystery of the redemption.
love the idea of Mass as murder mystery slash comedy.
The opening of Ron Hansen’s The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford:
He was growing into middle age and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue. Green weeds split the porch steps, a wasp nest clung to an attic gable, a rope swing looped down from a dying elm tree and the ground below it was scuffed soft as flour. Jesse installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evening as his wife wiped her pink hands on a cotton apron and reported happily on their two children. Whenever he walked about the house, he carried serval newspapers – the Sedalia Daily Democrat, the St. Joseph Gazette, and the Kansas City Times – with a foot-long .44 caliber pistol tucked into a fold. He stuffed flat pencils into his pockets. He played by flipping peanuts to squirrels. He braided yellow dandelions into his wife’s yellow hair. He practiced out-of-the-body travel, precognition, sorcery. He sucked raw egg yolks out of their shells and ate grass when sick, like a dog. He would flop open the limp Holy Bible that had belonged to his father, the late Reverend Robert S. James, and would contemplate whichever verses he chanced upon, getting privileged messages from each. The pages were scribbled over with penciled comments and interpretations; the cover was cool to his cheek as a shovel. He scoured for nightcrawlers after earth-battering rains and flipped them into manure pails until he could chop them into writhing sections and sprinkle them over his garden patch. He recorded sales and trends at the stock exchange but squandered much of his capital on madcap speculation. He conjectured about foreign relations, justified himself with indignant letters, derided Eastern financiers, seeded tobacco shops and saloons with preposterous gossip about the kitchens of Persia, the Queen of England, the marriage rites of the Latter Day Saints. He was a faulty judge of character, a prevaricator, a child at heart. He went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch.
Whenever I need a boost in either comedy or idyllic poetry I just call upon the muse Thalia
LAWN ON THE ROOF IS ONE OF SEVERAL UNUSUAL ASPECTS OF THIS EXPERIMENTAL HOUSE BUILT NEAR TAOS, NEW MEXICO, USING EMPTY STEEL BEER AND SOFT DRINK CANS
says the National Archive.
Michael Reynolds would make bricks out of cans.
“More cans dude?”
Getting the cans seems like the fun part.
Here’s a 2014 Business Insider article by Christina Sterbenz about him.