So I’m a wonk

21 May

The other day I was going on to my co-worker about the importance of the result in PA-12 special election for this November. (ie voter enthusiasm, the overblown-ness of the Tea Part movement, etc) When I had finished with my piece he turned to me an simply said, “Your such a wonk aren’t you?” Thinking to myself I decided that, based on numerous reasons, including the fact that I even follow elections in the middle of May, in fact, yes I was.

For those of you who dont know what a wonk is I did a little research today. Here is what I found courtesy of Dictionary.com. (I have taken the liberty of editing out definitions that I don’t particularly like.)

wonk [wongk]
–noun Slang.

1. a student who spends much time studying and has little or no social life; grind.
I have a social life…I promise.

2. a stupid, boring, or unattractive person.
I mean I think I’m at least mildly attractive.

3. a person who studies a subject or issue in an excessively assiduous and thorough manner: a policy wonk.
Third times a charm. This one seems the most appropriate. Forget about those other definitions…Dictionary.com doesn’t know nada.

I mean who cares if I check Nate Silver’s political blog Fivethirtyeight.com at least ten times a day, and durning election nights have their twitter feed texted to my phone, or that I learned about a completely different electoral system just so I could follow the elections in Great Britain. I have come to learn that elections matter and if I have to watch poll numbers go up and down to stay connected thats alright with me.

I’m also trying to prove that you don’t have to be a “stupid, boring, recluse” to be a wonk. Try it you just might like it.

Also according to a more reputable source, urbandictionary.com, the number one definition of wonk is:

1. An expert in a field, typically someone who is fairly young and very intelligent.

I’ll go with that. Besides if I’m a wonk, what does that make Nick Krafft?

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Lost and Found

12 May

It has been a while since I wrote you say? Yes, yes it has and I apologize for lapsing in my writing. You know, a year is a long time, and I don’t think I realized just what I was committing to in this blog. If you were hoping for a better excuse tell your friends I took to a cabin in the woods where I have been chopping my own wood and composing an album. It will be titled, “For Emma, Forever Ago.” Ok so that is Bon Iver, but still…you should listen to it.

Upon receiving constant harassment from my old compatriot, Chris Johnson, I’ve decided to start writing again. I will probably devote several posts in the coming months to ensuring his demise, but I will save hate-filled rhetoric for another time. For now, I will try to squeeze an update on my life into less than 500 words because, frankly, I’m not interesting enough to write any more than that, and I value the time of the 4 of you who will read this.

Victory

Back in September I had a letter to the editor published in the Seattle Times newspaper about a proposal floated by a Seattle City Councilmember to make “aggressive panhandling” a civil infraction.

Earlier this year it was officially released. The ordinance would have made solicitation within 15 feet of someone engaged in a parking or ATM transaction, or immediately carrying a document related to that transaction, a civil infraction and imposes a $50 fine for each violation. I might add that aggressive panhandling is already illegal under current law.

The law as it was written left an enormous amount of subjectivity to the enforcing officer and lowered the burden of proof to the point where it could violate the due process of the ticket person. Additionally, the data that was sighted showing a need for the new law was incredibly faulty.

Real Change assembled a coalition of over 20 organization and campaigned against the passage of the ordinance. A week before the council vote it looked certain to pass with a veto-proof majority. Throughout the week organizations and others lined up in opposition. Due mostly to a report by the Seattle Human Rights Commission that recommended unanimously that the council reject  the ordinance.

The Mayor said he would veto it, so the council would need at least six votes to overturn it. The vote was on Monday and on Sunday night the vote count was 6-3 in favor. At the last-minute one of the Councilmembers who had told voters in the fall he would oppose it decided to hold true to his promise and changed his vote.

The next day the ordinance past 5-4, but was vetoed by the Mayor. Lacking a sixth vote the Council President said he would not seek a vote to overturn the veto.

Basically I just used almost all of my 500 words to tell you….WE WON!

I’m gonna go ahead and check off my New Years resolution of fighting bigotry. How many idealistic resolutions have you finished?

JVness

On the home front things are going well. Oh, except one of our housemates moved out in March because she was offered an amazing job in Connecticut. Which as all of you geography nerds know is not exactly in the Northwest.

My green thumb is getting…well….greener. So I have undertaken re-landscaping the entire back yard.

I tore up all the weeds, moved some rocks around, and tilled in some compost. The beds are ready to plant, but because most of it is in the shade I still need to decide what would grow best.

The garden is doing well. I just harvest our over wintering carrots. Tasty, but their root growth was severely stunted by the cold. It’s spring, so we are at the start of the growing season. My romaine is happy…except for the slugs and the aphids. I’ve tried to kill them, but so far all my beer slug trap has managed to kill are two beneficial spiders.

There is much more to tell, but I’ve wasted enough of your time. I’ll try to post every week, and at the very least keep you update on the backyard.

In honor of my renewed commitment to posting I also renewed my theme. What do you think?

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Resolvolution

5 Jan

It’s a new year and time for goal setting. I’m not entirely sure what New Years Resolutions are suppose to mean besides over crowed gyms and a bane to the tobacco industry, but here are some numbers I found from a study at the prestigious University of Scranton on a non-credible website: (I mostly like the blinking candy cane with the bow tie.)

The following shows how many of these resolutions are maintained as time goes on:
- past the first week: 75%
- past 2 weeks: 71%
- after one month: 64%
- after 6 months: 46%

Using my percentage skills, I have learned that half of us may get healthier while the other half will wait until 2011 to try again (if you believe in the eschaton just put them off until 2013 and you should be good).  Perhaps more importantly, wait until February to start your gym membership and Taco Bell Drive-Thru Diet. The gym will be emptier and the drive-thru line should be shorter…errr  or longer.

Whatever your resolutions are I wish you the best of luck. Having completed all of my seventh grade self’s “long-term” goals years ago…I will not be taking part. I instead will be starting a Resolvolution. A real revolution, not some made up one like the aptly named Tea Baggers.

Ok so it might not be widespread and I might not get any coverage on Fox News, but I will try and make a difference. I’m not going to pretend like I know where I’ll be on New Years 2011, or what I can expect from the next 360 days, but I will try to actively fight against bigotry, self-centered individualism, and yes, probably unrestrained capitalism. Sorry Adam Smith. More so this is a year where I’ve already been able to define myself and my role in a small Seattle non-profit. I will try to build my non-monetary capital to prepare myself for whatever I try and do next. (To my mother…don’t ask what that next thing is.)

Above all, the most important thing I will do this year is fight against the time consuming, draining, needless waist of saying: “two thousand and ten.” If Twitter is only gonna give me 140 characters, you only get 2 syllables to say the year.

For those curious here are my seventh grade long-term goals:
1. Fly First Class ✓
2. Graduate from High School with Honors ✓
3. Go to Notre Dame ✓
4. Go to Africa ✓✓✓

One last thing…Where’s the flying car I was promised!

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Poema: Presentación

28 Dec

Presentación
Jessica Isla
diciembre de 2009

This poem in English / Este poema en inglés

A la poeta y activista, Suyapa, quien inspiró este poema

Soy este cuerpo dibujado a golpes
Que camina día tras día bajo el sol,
bajo este cielo incierto de máquinas aladas,
en medio de ráfagas de humo y
el sonido de fusiles
Soy infinidad de rostros:
el de un chico asesinado,
el de la abuela que camina
el de la gente lenca armada de una paciencia infinita
El de la pintora de mantas,
El de la chica de las muletas
Que se enfrentan de a pedazos o en conjunto
A las murallas verde olivo cargadas de violencia

Puedo decir que de mi cuerpo salen muchos olores
El de la montuca fresca
El de la tortilla y los frijoles
El de manos sudadas y cuerpos cansados,
pero también
el olor de sangre derramada
el de gas y pólvora
el olor a muerte y a miedo.

Mi garganta
está poblada de voces:
Estoy en las discusiones acaloradas de las asambleas
en el grito de la maestra
En el relato de la joven violada,
En la protesta de los golpeados, de las torturadas
En la voz que canta en las calles

Soy miles de sombreros y
cientos de palabras,
soy abrazos, lágrimas,
ternura, carcajadas.
Estoy llena de
sonrisas que iluminan el día
colores que vienen de todas partes
tengo alegría, ganas de bailar,
tengo esperanza.

Porque sin mí las calles
Se quedarían solas,
Porque sin mí las paredes no dirían nada
Porque soy tus manos, tus pies cansados,
Tu voz.

Yo soy la resistencia

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A Merry Cherry Abbey Christmas

15 Dec

YOU’RE INVITED. CHERRY ABBEY CHRISTMAS 2009.
If you think we did it right in the fall,
Check out Christmas, come one, come all.
We’ll provide dance party playlists and high fives galore,
Just make sure you’re MONOCHROME and bring something to pour.
So wear all
red, all green, all gold, perhaps all snow…
There may just be awards for “Best in Show.”
Cheers to simple living, streaking and desserts,
With Paul Grubb “chaperoning,”  it’s bound to be berserk.

And so began the annual Cherry Abbey Christmas Party. At precisely 5 o’clock Brendan let it be known that he was going to start drinking and that everyone was invited to join him. I decided to try and drink responsibly by keeping track with tally marks on my hand. This is probably a good idea if you are drinking at a bar, but a bar tender I am not. A three count of rum just doesn’t seem like enough, does it?

People were already dancing on furniture by 7 and the Christmas tunes were overrun by Top 40 hits at 8:30. When someone took the monochrome “seriously” the party took a new turn. That is when people started….*scene missing*…and that’s why you never give a cat a bowl of soup. O man. Ridiculous.

Per usual, I was in bed at midnight. Getting too old for this stuff I guess.

Merry Christmas from Cherry Abbey!

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