Wednesday, January 30, 2008

I'm just a bill

Yes I'm only a bill and I am sitting here on Capitol Hill.  It's a long, long way ...


If anyone remembers Schoolhouse Rock, that was the one about a bill, a lonely looking white roll of paper lounging on the Capitol Hill steps, singing about his crazy and long passage to, well, I guess, enlightenment, or utter darkness.

After emailing all my congressmen about the war, I decided to check out some of the current key  bills in Congress.  Lions and Tigers and Bears, oh my!

Or WTF?

The first one is called America's Climate Security Act of 2007  If you click on the link it includes paragraph upon paragraph of unreadable and incomprehensible material that ummm, I don't know what it says!  Something about Greenhouse Gases, but not sure what. It would establish a domestic offset program to sequester GHGs in agriculture and forests, and! the Bonus Allowance Account.  And will establish the Carbon Market Efficiency Board, which shall observe and report on the national GHG emission market.

Huh?  How does one sequester GHG?  (I am sure by now you have figured that that stands for green house gas, which I did not get for quite some time because I was kind of dizzy from reading it from beginning to end.)  What is an offset program?  And what would be the bonus?  Extra GHG?  Aren't they bad?  I mean, isn't it BAD to have GHG?  Therefore having extra seems crazy to create what appears to be a reward system for it!  And then of course there would be the Carbon Market Efficiency Board.  Which is of course an oxymoron, because efficient and board do NOT go hand in hand.

Anyway, that is one paragraph and it told me nothing.  I have no idea whether or not I am for or against this bill.  I already know that President Bush doesn't read any of these things (and quite frankly I can't blame him, I'd rather read something I can understand myself), but does ANYONE?   How could you?

I thought maybe it was confusing because it was so long.  But after poking about the bills I came across this one:  Farm Bill Extension Act of 2007 - Extends and revises agricultural and related programs respecting: (1) commodities; (2) sugar; (3) dairy; (4) conservation; (5) exports and trade assistance; (6) food stamps and nutrition; (7) agricultural credit; (8) rural development; (9) rural electrification; (10) agricultural research; (11) forestry; (12) energy; (13) specialty crops; and (14) livestock.

Does anyone get what that means?  That is all she wrote -- just that one paragraph.  One bill rambles on ad nauseum about things it is going to do, and this one just says that?  No one reads these I tell ya because they aren't readable!  They don't mean anything!  Oh yeah, the Farm Bill Extension Act, you voting on that Johnny?  I mean, come on, commodities!  Sugar!  And damn we don't want to forget forestry, energy and specialty crops.  Damned if we know what we're going to do with them, but maybe we could introduce a Bonus Allowance Program into the bill, as well as create an egg market efficiency board.  You got that Johnny?  I mean Sally, Johnny's intern.  Get off your knees girl and write this down.

That was bad.  I apologize.  

Ooooh, here's one that sorta kinda reads like it was composed in English -- Renewable Fuels, Consumer Protection and Energy Efficiency Act of 2007 -- seems to make some sense.  Not enough so that I can paraphrase it here -- but one of the suggestions is that all Federal Building will have to use Energy Star products by the end of 2013.  I mean, is that not just beautiful?  It takes the federal government SIX YEARS to change a lightbulb.

Let's not even get into how many federal employees it takes to change it.

I have a headache now.

Write your congressmen. (I know, I know)

Taxpayers in New Hampshire have paid $1.9 BILLION for the cost of the Iraq War through 2007.  For the same amount of money, the following could have been provided:

  • 422,054 people could have been provided with healthcare
  • 2,602,075 homes could have been retrofitted with renewable electricity
  • 42,468 public safety officers could have been hired
  • 32,898 music and art teachers could have flooded our schools
  • 190,723 could have been made available as scholarships for university students
  • 140 new elementary schools could have been built
  • 9,739 affordable housing units could have been constructed
  • 460,199 children could have been provided with health care
  • 227,973 head start places could have been made available to children
  • 33,332 elementary school teachers could have been hired
  • 32,348 port container inspectors could be hired (you know, to protect us from terror)

So how do we feel?  Do we feel as though our tax dollars could have been better spent?  I think it sucks, personally, and that is why I email my congressmen quite frequently.  It's easy, and let's face it, they do everything based on polls.  They don't actually READ the emails, but my assumption is that some nerdling hands them these beautiful reports full of smashing statistics, and when they see that the statistic for "constituents emailing against war" rising, they think, oooooh.  The people are getting restless.  Or not.  But can it hurt?  It really is so simple, and again, I believe it's all about polls, stats, pie charts ... certainly not common sense!  All you need to do is click on the link, put in your zip code and it gives you the email addresses of your congressmen.  Congress.org  In addition to that it also gives you a view on what they stand for and how they vote.  Again, addressing Lizbetty's comment that it's too darn bad we have to police those we put into office to do our bidding ... it is.  But they're running our country into the ground -- it's worth taking a little interest I think.

And then, to make it even easier, you can use my message by cutting and pasting it if you like!
It's time to end our involvement in the war in Iraq. Let's bring our troops home and find an alternative way to run this country besides oil. We have better things to spend the money we are borrowing on. Don't you think?

THE KEY IS TO DO SOMETHING! REALLY.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

I am such a groupie

I know, I sound like I am -- what, two?

But on Diana Gabaldon's blog -- she responded to me!!!! Whooo Whooo!

I mean, she wrote the books that I just adore.

You know, I have always thought that I didn't have a hero -- someone I looked up to, aspired to be.  But maybe that is what she is to me -- a most prolific writer.  And she responded to me!!! Hee hee.  

(I already admitted to acting like a toddler, give me some space!)

Whoo Whoo!!!

I am not a rule follower

And due to this, just because I said my goal was to blog on a daily basis, it doesn't mean that I HAVE to.  And more importantly, I can even break my own "rules."  I can!  If I feel like it.

I think it also has to do with balance -- yesterday's entry was quite time consuming -- not only in the time it took to research, but also the time I spent percolating all the various aspects in my mind.

First off, I had to cool off!  After Peter and I watched that movie, there was such a feeling of OH MY GOD, that we couldn't even discuss it.  Not because we didn't have a clue, but because it was so much worse than we had ever imagined.

I think that everyone's comments expressed that feeling as well -- Tomasen said she was leaving the computer "perplexed, flummoxed and saddened."

Cheryl, who has even heard me talking about the movie before this blog,  said "I truly don't understand how all of this can sneak by SO MANY PEOPLE."

Amen to that sister.

And I was especially taken by LizBetty's comment, "It would be nice to have faith in and respect for our senior administrators to make logically and educated decisions on our behalf.  It makes me tired to think about having to question everything an "expert" has to say."

And I'll tell you why I was taken.  First off, it never occurred to me that people actually had faith and respect for people in power -- I swear to God!  And reading that, at the age of whatever I am (40 something-ish) I thought to myself "Wow!  How amazing that would be to believe that someone actually had the integrity, the knowledge and the strength and courage to do what was right and remove us from the responsibility of having to wonder."

I do not have this.  Not for anyone.  I never have, and I don't know if it is a defect in my personality, but I have questioned every expert, parent, adult, teacher ... anyone! ... that has ever crossed my path.  I really don't know why, but it's second nature to me.  If a doctor tells me one thing, I automatically assume there is a better answer.

I by no means feel that I am an expert on much of anything -- but maybe it's instinctual, maybe it's downright stupidity, but I remember "consultants" coming into the paper and I'd know within second they didn't know shit! 

And I can go back in time and see where medical professionals have led me astray (when Hallie was an infant, born at 9-plus pounds, a visit to the pediatrician resulted in them freaking me out that she wasn't gaining at the proper rate.  It was suggested (no I was told!) to supplement my breastmilk with formula.  Very expensive, pricey soy formula no less.  I remember thinking, really?  She never cries, is happy as a clam, breastfeeds like a champ.  But I believed.  She wouldn't take it.  Downright refused, and I am thankful that she knew better than her mom, but seriously.  Who can you trust?)

Anyway, I just automatically assume that all persons in power in this country are corrupt.  Why?  Because it's so damn easy!  No one watches that closely and I believe that when you put in any time at whatever you are doing, you actually come to believe that you DESERVE certain things for your contributions.  Compensation is a perk, is it not?  It's a perk for not spending time with your family and staying up late into the night and damnit, if you can double dip and be the CEO for United Oil and also be instrumental as a government employee in setting up a nice fat contract with United Oil and the country you are selling arms to, then come ON, is that not your right?

But back to LizBetty and her very astute observations.  She is right.  We should be able to make informed decisions when we vote for these people and place them in these positions of power and know, trust and believe that they will do what's best for all of us.

Sorry, I was laughing so hard I couldn't type.  The tears in my eyes are making the type all blurry?  What were we talking about?


Wednesday, January 23, 2008

No End in Sight

I recently watched the documentary No End In Sight, (The headline above is a link, click on it after you read this!) which examines the mistakes made by the Bush administration during the period following the 2003 invasion of Iraq.

The film shows how these errors led to the insurgency via a lack of security (U.S. troops did not attempt to contain the looting as they were not instructed to) and as the country continued to be ravaged by its own inhabitants, many Iraqis lost access to basic utilities, food and jobs.

The Office for Reconstruction and Humanitarian Assistance (ORHA) was the first group that went into newly occupied Iraq, where they discovered that they did not even have basics like offices, desks, phones ... you get the picture.   Jay Garner, who briefly ran the reconstruction effort before being replaced by Paul Bremmer, paints a picture of a ridiculous situation made worse by the day as Washington ignored all their intelligence and requests.  (They believe that George Bush never read any of the reports, for when he was questioned on them by reporters, accompanying his general blank look were the stammerings and utterings of the most lost fool.)

The film consists of interviews with the key people involved in the initial Iraqi occupation, many of them Bush loyalists who have since become disillusioned by what they experienced at the time.  The inexperience of the core members of the Bush administration and their refusal to seek, acknowledge or accept input from more experienced outsiders is really borderline (did I say borderline?) I mean to say it IS CRIMINAL.  We are talking about criminals, running our country.

There were three gigundo mistakes, led by L. Paul Bremer, the head of the Coalition Provisional Authority, which replaced ORHA and Jay Garner.  But before we get to those, let's examine why Jay Garner was removed from his post.  For one, he did not agree with the White House about who should decide to reconstruct Iraq.  He wanted early elections -- 90 days after the fall of Baghdad, and for the new government to decide how and what to do with their assets.  Garner said "I don't think Iraqi's need to go by the U.S. plan, I think what we need to do is set an Iraqi government that represents the freely elected will of the people.  It's their country .... their oil."

(I actually can't believe that Garner is still alive.  But then again, this administration has learned that it is easy to do what you want, the people won't say boo.)

Bremer's plan included a move toward "De-Ba'thification," in the early stages of the occupation.  Saddam Hussein's ruling B'ath Party counted as its members a huge majority of Iraq's governmental employees, including educational officials and some teachers.  By order of the CPA, these skilled and ultimately apolitical individuals were banned from holding any positions in Iraq's new government.  (It was also pointed out in the film that many of these people were not necessarily sympathizers of the party -- they just needed to eat.)

Bremer also did not provide enough troops to maintain order.  The looting of Iraqi museums sent chilling signals to the average Iraqi, telling them that the American forces did not intend to maintain law and order.  And arms depots were available for pillaging by anyone who wanted weapons and explosives.  (Meaning they were not protected and ultimately fell into the hands of hungry, angry, frustrated and completely flummoxed countrymen.)

And lastly (and mind blowing insane) is that Bremer ordered the disbanding of the Iraqi Army, which made 500,000 young men with weapons and training unemployed and bitter.  Many of them decided that their best chance for a future was to join, or together with the rest of their unit, become a militia force.  (I assume the Bush administration expected them to sit by and watch their country fall apart.)

Rob Nelson of the Village Voice, wrote "Masterfully edited and cumulatively walloping, Charles Ferguson's No End In Sight turns the well-known details of our monstrously bungled Iraq war into an enraging, apocalyptic litany of fuckups."

He also wrote, "Focusing on the war itself, Ferguson is chiefly interested in compiling a filmed dossier of incompetence -- not so much to argue that the war could have been won, and won early, but to suggest that the magnitude of arrogant irresponsibility will carry aftershocks as far into the future as the mind can imagine."

Roger Ebert of the Chicago Sun-Times gave the film four stars and said "This is not a documentary filled with anti-war activists or sitting ducks for Michael Moore.  Most of the people in the film were important to the Bush administration."

Ebert concluded, "No, I am distinctly not comparing anyone to Hitler, but I cannot help being reminded of the stories of him in his Berlin bunker, moving nonexistent troops on a map and issuing orders to dead generals."

It just gives me chills what has been taking place all these years.  WHY?  Why is it allowed to go on?  WHY is George Bush still president?  I just don't understand!  There is footage of Donald Rumsfeld (former secretary of state) laughing when reporters asked him questions pertaining to the above top three "issues."  Laughing!

Because the U.S. troops went in, not necessarily to fight a war with people they were "saving" but to aid them after removing their big mean leader, they were not prepared for ground combat.  When those 500,000 Iraqi men were released from their Army duties, they knew where all the weapons were stored and they hit the streets, well-armed, and began attacking US!  Yes, our young men and women who are over there in un-armored humvees fighting against an enemy created by their own fearless (inside White House doors anyway) leader.

Support Our Troops! became the cry.  Remember the flags, when it suddenly became very un-American not to be American?  Suddenly we had Americans dying (in the name of protecting our country from terror!) and we needed to support them.  And if anyone questioned the fact that there were NOT weapons of mass destruction and that Saddam Hussein had not actually had anything to do with 9/11 you were ANTI-AMERICAN.  Because by questioning the situation at hand, you were saying that our troops were over there FOR NO GOOD REASON and therefore, what?  You didn't care that they died?  What bullshit!

Rumsfeld said in December, 2004 in response to reporters inquiring as to why our troops were not outfitted properly:  "As you know, you go to war with the army you have.  They're not the army you might want or wish for at a later time."

What the hell is THAT?  Is anyone listening?  Anything that Michael Moore does is considered so slanted that it's not worth considering.  And yet ... YET! we let the Bush administration spoon feed us their lies and we swallow and turn our heads and choke it down.

Well, the way I see it, anyone that is labeled a quack, a conspiracy theorist, a nut job, a right wing nut, a left wing sissy ... is someone I want to listen to!  If the mainstream media hates and dismisses Michael Moore as ridiculous, then we need to pay more attention to what he is saying.  I mean, Support Our Nuts!  It would be anti-American not to!

Moore wrote this letter to the Democratic party in November of 2006.  I will include the link to the entire letter as well.  

"Monday, November 27th (2006) marked the day that we had been in Iraq longer than we were in all of World War II."

(Lisa note: Also pointed out in the movie was that before the U.S. occupied Germany, it had spent over two years putting together a reconstruction plan.  Before the U.S. occupied Iraq, they had been planning for FIFTY DAYS.)

"That's right." (Moore continues) "We were able to defeat all of Nazi Germany, Mussolini and the entire Japanese empire in LESS time than it's taken the world's only superpower to secure the road from the airport to downtown Baghdad.  

"And we haven't even done THAT.  After 1,347 days, in the same time it took us to sweep across North Africa, storm the beaches of Italy, conquer the South Pacific and liberate all of Western Europe, we cannot, after over 3 1/2 years (that's FOUR now), even take over a single highway and protect ourselves from a homemade device of two tin cans placed in a pothole.

"Is this utter failure the fault of our troops?  Hardly.  That's because no amount of troops or choppers or democracy shot out of the barrel of a gun is ever going to "win" the war in Iraq.  It is a lost war, lost because it never had a right to be won, lost because it was started by men who have never been to war, men who hide behind others sent to fight and die.

"So I don't want to hear another word about sending more troops (wake up, America, John McCain is bonkers) or "redeploying" them, or waiting four months to begin the "phase-out."  There is only one solution and it is this:  Leave. Now.  Start tonight.  Get out of there as fast as we can.  As much as people of good heart and conscience don't want to believe this, as much as it kills us to accept defeat, there is nothing we can do to undo the damage we have done.  What's happened has happened.  If you were to drive drunk down the road and killed a child, there would be nothing you could do to bring that child back to life.  If you invade and destroy a country, plunging it into a civil war, there isn't much you can do 'til the smoke settles and blood is mopped up.  Then maybe you can atone for the atrocity you have committed and help the living come back to a better life.

"Apologize to our soldiers and make amends.  Tell them we are sorry they were used to fight a war that had NOTHING to do with our national security.  We must commit to taking care of them so that they suffer as little as possible.  The mentally and physically maimed must get the best care and significant financial compensation.  The families of the deceased deserve the biggest apology and they must be taken care of for the rest of their lives.

"We must atone for the atrocity we have perpetuated on the people of Iraq.  There are few evils worse than waging a war based on a lie, invading another country because you want what they have buried under the ground.  Now many more will die.  Their blood is on our hands, regardless for whom we voted.  If you pay taxes, you have contributed to the three billion dollars a week now being spent to drive Iraq into the hellhole it's become.  When the civil war is over, we will have to help rebuild Iraq.  We can receive no redemption until we have atoned.

"In closing there is one final thing I know.  We Americans are better than what has been done in our name.  A majority of us were upset and angry after 9/11 and we lost our minds.  We didn't think straight and we never looked at a map.  Because we are kept stupid through our pathetic education system and our lazy media, we knew nothing of history.  We didn't know that WE were the ones funding and arming Saddam for many years, including those when he massacred the Kurds.  He was our guy. We didn't know what a Sunni or a Shiite was, never even heard the words.  Eighty percent of our young adults were not able to find Iraq on the map.  Our leaders played off our stupidity, manipulated us with lies and scared us to death."


There many not be enough bytes in cyberspace to catalog all the wrongs of the Bush Administration.  It is mind boggling to delve into this quagmire of mistruths and bungling.  Really, the only thing to be positive about in regards to government is that he didn't override term limits -- because I'm not so sure he wouldn't scam another election.

We, THE PEOPLE, have a weapon of mass destruction in our midst -- and his name is George W. Bush.

According to the Associated Press, at least 3,931 members of the U.S. military have died in this war.  There are currently 158,000 U.S. troops in Iraq and about 28,000 U.S. forces in Afghanistan.  

And according to statistics compiled by the Iraq Body Count organization, between 80,621-88,044 civilians have been killed since the occupation.

It almost makes Osama bin Laden seem kind.




Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Gushing over Gabaldon

No, I won't gush -- but I did find that she has a blog -- that she just started, so until it gets super swamped you might even get an answer (if you care!)

For those of you who don't know, Diana Gabaldon is the author of the Outlander series -- a most wonderful compilation of books detailing the adventures (and misadventures!) of Claire and Jamie Frasier.  Set in the 1800's in Scotland and Europe, then eventually the southern U.S., it is a wonderful odyssey of love that spans not only time, but time travel!  Claire is from the 1940's and by accident falls through the rocks into the 1800's.  And falls in love with Jamie -- who is of course THE MAN!

Gabaldon is not only working on the next book in this series (YAHOO!) but is also putting together what she refers to as a graphic novel -- with pictures!  A picture of Claire is posted on the blog and she is asking for comments on it.  I of course offered my opinion!

I have read the entire series (which includes SIX books all over 800 pages) twice and am now listening to the first one, Outlander, as an audiobook.  Why?  Because she has the magic -- she draws you in, and you not only fall madly in love with Jamie -- but Claire as well.  I began reading them again before I went to Scotland because I wanted to read about the places I was going to.  And I wanted to listen to Outlander again because I wanted to hear about the places I'd been.


I love blogs.  Love, Love, Love them! 

Check hers out --  Voyages of the Artemis

Monday, January 21, 2008

I am not perfect

Yes, yes, I know it's hard to believe, I am trying to wrap my head around it as well. But my goal to blog every single solitary day has already been thwarted by of all things a pesky head cold.

Yes, I don't feel good
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sniffle sniffle cough cough.

And I'm not happy about it. But should I be surprised?

Since the day I had my stupidometer taken out (otherwise known as gallbladder) I have been stupid and eating waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay bad. I mean, I've ingested foods that haven't passed my lips in close to four years ever since, and it's not only catching up with me weight-wise -- but now my health is faltering.

I NEVER GET SICK. Well, not stupid cold sick, sure I almost die from internal blockages but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about colds. Ever since the stupidometerectomy I've had something going on in my head. Whether it be sinus issues, or an imminent head cold, I haven't felt fully operational for a while now. I am drinking my kombucha, but that is about the ONLY thing that I am doing, whereas before I was juicing, eating super foods, avoiding all fats like the devil and constantly ingesting supplements that were supposed to heal this and that.

So the path is obvious -- as is the cure. I need to return to my ways that secure good health and stop bowing to the god of potato chips. (Oh, do I love potato chips -- even with a gallbladder I was known to risk it, but without one? Honey, bring on the chips.) Oh, and you'll be happy to know that my dear, dear husband purchases potato chips in bulk because you can get four bags for five dollars instead of one bag for whatever. Even though I beg him NOT to buy potato chips, he points out that it is too good of a deal to pass up.

In recognition of our faltering diet patterns I concocted tons of home-cooked meals last week and we've been enjoying the fruits of that. But everyone was growing sick of eating the same things so Peter and the kids went shopping. This is never good. They returned chattering like magpies over their purchases.

"Don't let mom see that," they giggled.

"Can we have the hot fudge sundaes AND the swiss cake rolls for dessert tonight?"

As I gazed upon the mounds of high fructose corn syrup crap that they had bought, it felt like an assault. Was this a war? Were my attempts to have us eat healthy so easily thwarted by a bunch of processed crap with no nutritional value whatsoever? Were the hours and hours that I'd put into planning meals, shopping, chopping and dicing and stirring and sauteeing, etc. appreciated at all?

So even though it was near dinner time and they had all gone shopping and carried in bags of stuff they were trying to hide from me -- they all turned to me and asked me what was for dinner.

Are you kidding me? You want a war? I said calmly, "well, you're the ones who just went shopping, what do you have planned for the week?"

Peter said "oh, you're going to be like that."

Well yes! Yes, I think I am! That was last night, now they are roaming about wondering what is for dinner. Peter has commented that I probably won't feel like cooking because I don't feel good.

Ummm, they have no idea. This cold may last for a long, long time!!!

Friday, January 18, 2008

Snow play

After getting back from a most delightful hike in the woods with Cheryl where I snapped this photo...

...I returned home with an idea for my Flickr photo.  The snow is very sticky and wet and what I thought was the PERFECT snow man weather.  Well, it's not.  It's too heavy, and maybe not wet enough, and while it rolls into a decent ball, it starts to fall apart when you try to pick it up.  

The challenge for this week is body art, and I've attempted a few things.  One is to take a picture of the scars on my stomach from the gallbladder surgery -- but the photo was not appealing to me in the least.  The next attempt was to capture the brown line that is above my lip that I I received from being pregnant with Charlie.  That one was kind of creepy too!

Today is the last day and so I envisioned making the perfect snow man without a head then inserting my head -- wa la.  Body art.  I was in hiking boots, gators and winter wear so the snowman making was a bit of a lark. (Let's face it, as adults we very rarely put on our "snow clothes" and go out and play in the snow!)

As I pushed around what seemed like a 10-ton ball of leaden snow, I tried to recall the last time I'd made a snowman.  The sun was beaming down on me, the snow glistened and a slight breeze made the task at hand quite enjoyable.  Since the snowman itself wasn't cooperating, I decided to make a snow angel and perhaps incorporate my idea into that.

As I lay in the wet snow and tried without much luck to move the slushy substance with my arms and legs to create an angel image, I gazed up at the blue, blue sky and sighed.  Without thinking I picked up some snow and started to eat it.

Just as I had done as a child.  The coldness filling my mouth flooded me with nostalgia -- ahhhh, eating snow, making snowmen and snow angels, forts, sledding -- all the trappings of childhood we often leave behind.  I scanned the snow around me (I do have three dogs after all) and then took another handful and opened wide.  It tasted so good.  A front yard snowcone, little granular bits of ice, tasteless and yet scrumptious.

As the wetness began to seep beyond the layers of clothing to skin, I reluctantly stood up and examined my snow man.  Well, my snow blob.  Every time I tried to sculpt it, it just fell apart.  The snow angel was unrecognizable (especially since I got up without much care, and it resembled more of an elephant wallow than a perfect angel!)  What to do?

Well, when you're a kid, you don't care whether or not your snow man is perfect, so why should I?  I made a few more woeful attempts at my blob then took a stool and perched the camera on it and started taking pictures.  I am sure that passer's by are beginning to take note that I am often out in my front yard doing odd things!   I had to set the timer, run back to the blob, get my face in position, smile and do something with my arms.  This under 1o seconds.   Believe me, it takes numerous attempts to get anything close to what I'm envisioning.  And more often than not, I don't.  

And yet today my little project was quite delightful and returned to me the girl that I was, that ate snow and sat in it well beyond the point of saturation and didn't care that it would turn my skin red and puckery.  The girl who would stare up at the sky as she munched on snow and feel complete contentment.






Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Rule of School

It all started last night when I was checking the school website to see if Charlie had any homework (according to him he never does) and I noticed that he received a 70 on his last book report, which was an outline.

A 70?  For an outline?  He'd read the book, I'd gone over this outline several times,  I mean, it was an outline.  So I ask him, how come you got a 70?    He finally admits it was because he didn't hand in the Silent Reading Record, which cost him 30 points.

Soooo, he decided to do the Silent Reading Record for his next book report last night.   I am not sure what the purpose of a Silent Reading Record is -- but he had to read for 30 minutes then fill out a series of questions.  This Silent Reading Record is only required once for each book, in addition to the book report.  Whatever.

I hate book reports, and a Silent Reading Record is a new assault on a very tedious campaign to get kids to hate reading.  What exactly is the goal?  Do they want the kid to read a book?  Because that's not what they're accomplishing.  I listen to kids talk about how easy it is to do a book report by reading the back cover of a book and reading a few pages inside, maybe the ending.  Wa la, an instant book report.  So is the Silent Reading Record an attempt to get them to read at LEAST 30 minutes of the book?

How about the entire class reads the same book and every day they discuss the chapter(s) they've been assigned for ten minutes?  And if you're an avid reader and have already read that book, then lucky you, hand in a summary "proving" you read it and move on.  In fact, move on out of that class because we all know you're bored to tears and you haven't learned a new thing anyway.

Again, I'm certainly not going to reform public school education and at this point I am beginning to see the true genius of cultivating a society of morons who do whatever they're told -- I mean envision future classrooms of drugged out, drooling automatons staring placidly at the drivel the teacher is spouting.  "George Bush was the best president the United States ever had."

"Wow" the kids mutter in a perfectly synchronized monotone, not too loud, or medication adjustments will be made as all data is sent to the central database where the principal can monitor it from his PDA on the golf course. (Oh shit, he says to his fellow players, I might have to run up to the school after this hole if student 312 doesn't calm down and initiate the "desperate measures" clause his parents signed.  The other players, also school principals and a superintendent, would nod in commiseration.  Damn kids.)

"Do you realize children that George Bush was really God?  He did not pay any attention to the constitution of the United States.  What?  What is that?  We don't ask questions right now S-411, we're listening now.  George Bush, see his picture over there," all automaton children turn to large glossy 10 foot picture of George Bush standing by Osama Bin Laden's relatives, whom he rescued from the cave they were living in .... alright alright, this is going to far!)

Anyway ... you get my gist.  And no, I am NOT COMFORTABLE with this scenario but it's not even that ridiculous.  

But back to Charlie.   I have to stop fighting this, because it's not going to help.  Neither Charlie nor I or good at playing the system.  If Charlie takes a quiz and doesn't do well on it, then that's that.  He'd rather walk away and forget about it as opposed to taking it over and over until he passes.  So while it infuriates me that he won't do this for himself -- on the other hand, I can understand it.  It's pretty stupid.  I guess if you cared about the information to begin with, you'd pass the first quiz.  If you didn't, then it's not going to awaken a sudden interest in that material.

And he is not motivated by grades.  There's got to be a better carrot and for some kids that's getting into a particular school or they just need good grades because it makes them feel good about themselves or they are just kids who do what they're supposed to do.  But doing something you hate everyday just because is hard.

I know this.  And yet I fight that knowledge because it sure would be easier if he just toed the line, did his work, got good grades and moved on!!!  Because otherwise I have to admit that he's just like me -- and if I do that, then I will also have to arrive at the logical conclusion that he will never change ... just like me!

And then what?  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

I don't know!  If you're good in school and you don't question authority, then you are a much better candidate for a future in say the corporate world.  Or working for anyone else for that matter.  But what if you hate school because it is stupid?  It's set up all wrong, and it makes you sick?

Literally.  For me, it was headaches.  Deep, agonizing, painful headaches.  These days they'd come up with a great name for it, but back then I just endured it.  I enjoyed my friends, recess, lunch, sports and having someplace to go everyday.  But the middle part -- that silliness where you're supposed to listen to a teacher go on and on about something you just picked up in 30 seconds by reading the material was enough to make a person go stark raving mad.   I used to sit in the classroom and memorize everything about it, then close my eyes and try to remember where the picture of the boat was and what color was the water?  Dark green or light green.  I would think and think and then when I couldn't take it anymore I'd peek.  Ahhh, it wasn't green at all, it was blue.  Hell of a way to spend your day -- but I suppose in retrospect it was a type of meditation.

As parent's aren't we supposed to make sure things are better for our kids?  Well, we have, in many instances.  They sure have a lot.  But the one thing we've all failed on DRAMATICALLY is school.  We not only haven't changed it for the better, it has gotten much, much worse.  And we will send them to private schools if we can ... but it's not the answer.

My first mistake was not hauling Charlie out of his first grade class and running for the hills.  If I could go back I would, and I would find a way to reach him -- to assure him that he's not supposed to know how to read in first grade, and that just because some of those girls who are almost two years older than him can do algebra standing on their heads because it's fun doesn't mean HE has to.

And I would tell him some truths -- I would tell him this is what it's going to be like, but it's okay, we call it school and everyone has to do it.  It's compulsory.

And that not all teachers hate him.  Even if they really do.

And that autistic kids have special problems and if it seems that YOU get in trouble and they never do, it's because that's the truth.   And it's okay.

And that the reason you're not supposed to let the girls kiss you on the playground is because YOU will get in trouble and this will never go away.  It will always be your fault.

And the same holds true for any fight you get in with anyone, once you get a "reputation."

And that some little girl will trip you when you're lining up in the class and the teacher will yell at you and you will try to explain to her that you didn't do anything and she will yell at you and you will feel humiliated and frustrated in front of your peers.

That you will spend many hours in the principal's office, but he won't actually give you any guidance or coping skills, instead he will play guitar with you and other children will get jealous of this and take it out on you in other ways.

And that by the time you are 12 years old you you will think you are dumb and won't understand why it's worth trying at all.

 Yeah, I don't think so.  If I knew any of the above was going to happen, I'd be typing this from the hills.

I kinda, sorta am.  A hill anyway.  So somehow I have to figure out how to make it work.

Darn.





Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Mt. Sunapee today





My self-portrait taken on the SunBowl chairlift.




                                                                                            

Creative Thinking

That's really my goal -- to cultivate creative thinking, create a road map in my brain that solidifies like molten lava and becomes a permanent pathway ... the creative Lisa.
And you  know, it's kind of working.  I am constantly thinking of what to write about and what am I going to take for a self-portrait of the day.  

It makes me look at the world differently -- instead of looking out the window, I am looking out upon a potential canvas -- a place where I can somehow insert myself into the landscape in some manner that will be interesting.   And I am listening closer to what people are saying, paying more attention in the hope that I can glean a blogging moment out of it!  (I better be careful or people won't talk near me at all!)

Yesterday after I climbed out of the shower I was wondering what I could do for that day's picture.  It seemed to make sense to incorporate the blizzard we were having, so I envisioned myself laying in the snow with my wet hair spread like a halo about me.  The crazy thing is, I actually tried this.  I put on a bathrobe, grabbed a towel and laid myself down in at least 8 inches of snow.

I was cracking myself up.  And when I held the camera above me to take the picture, snowflakes kept getting in my eyes.  OH!  And I put lipstick on because I thought the contrast of it against the snow would be cool.

Truly, they were the most hideous pictures. First off, my hair didn't halo, it curled up into frigid little curls and froze itself solid.  So not my vision of golden hair spread out against the milky white virgin snow.  (You can see where I was trying to go.  Oh, I so didn't get there.)
And the lipstick!  You would have thought I would have at least looked in the mirror to make sure it went on okay.  Oh no.  So with poorly applied lipstick I looked like a freak who was for some godforsaken reason laying in the snow half naked.

And the squinting!  I mean, snowflakes were coming down like bullets, I had three dogs sniffing at me -- the things we do.  (Shut up all of you who are saying Get a Life.)

The one cool thing is the hair.  It almost looks as though I am suspended upside down or something.  But the face is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.

But I wouldn't have tried it if I didn't have to come up with something -- and that's what I mean when I say I am trying to live in a creative mode.  So those pictures didn't work out, but later I came up with the cool shadow shots in the window.

Today I carried my camera with me while I skied and I took a few shots.  It's kind of hard with the sun blazing down on you and goggles on -- I was basically shooting blind.  But I didn't get anywhere near the pictures I was hoping to.  So I will be carrying my camera with me the next time I ski in order to realize the vision I have.  

And the ideas that others come up with on Flickr are so cool.  One woman posts a picture of herself and then writes a caption that describes it.  And she is good.  So good I am kind of pissed off I didn't think of it first.  But everyone would know I was just copying her!  Lots of other people copy others, but I refuse to (surprise surprise!)  So that makes it even harder for me because there are close to 200 members posting pictures of themselves daily.  Unique ideas are at the bottom of the barrel and it's only 15 days into a 366 day project!

You only have to take a picture of a part of your body -- so a lot of the pictures I think are lame.  One woman takes her feet all the time.  Ho hum.  I am already intrigued by how different I look in the 15 photos I've already taken.  Who am I?  Which one of them truly depicts the person that everyone else sees?

I am constantly amazed at how much I am enjoying both of my little projects.

My name is Lisa and I am an avid blogger.




Monday, January 14, 2008

Blog-a-rama

Blogs have been around for a long time, and the first time I came across the term was when I was doing the Tech-Net section at the New Hampshire Business Review.

Like so many things technical, I discovered them before their time -- or before anyone knew what the heck they were.  A lot of techie's were setting them up so that they didn't have to answer the same questions over and over -- "how do I get Windows to do this or that."  The person could refer someone to their blog and tell them to search it.  They weren't fancy in the beginning, just a list of text with headers, but they were easier to follow than bulletin boards because it was the same person posting the information.

The next world of blogs I became acquainted with as we drifted further into the future was political and other opinion-oriented blogs.  If you liked someone's opinion, then it was always fun to see what they had to say.  But they are very forgettable, unless it becomes a habit.  I will bookmark a blog I like and then never visit it again.  Let's face it, like anything, blogging can be time-consuming, whether you're reading it or writing it.

What is a blog?  The term like so many things Internet, is a shortened, scrunched up version of the term Web Log.  Heaven only knows how long that is to say, so hence, throw out the We and you have blog!  And of course it has turned itself into a verb, so if one writes in their web log, they are blogging, and it is also a pretty little noun because one who commits the act of blogging is a blogger!

Ahh, don't you just love it!  What is so fun about a blog is that it's not a monologue -- it's not just one person talking.  If people use the comments section liberally, whole conversations can spring up, creating a world of feedback and inspiration.  The potential is pretty incredible.  Depending on what a blogger journals, you can follow a person's life, without ever even knowing them.  You can "lurk" on a blog and never comment, coming and going with no one ever knowing.  Or you can make your opinions known, agree, disagree with the blogger.  There are no rules!

One blog I follow pretty religiously is Rosie O'Donnell's.  She knows there is a future in it, she just hasn't figured out how to make money doing it.  She is quite forthcoming in the fact that she doesn't need money -- and right now she gives it all away for free.  All of it being her thoughts, her opinions, her feelings, and a glimpse into her life.

Who cares?  Right?  Isn't that kind of silly, who cares what she does.  Well, I do -- and not so much because she is a celebrity, but because I relate to her on so many different levels.  The fact that she has taken herself and put herself into the digital world and stripped herself of everything that she hates (make-up, fake crap, insincerity, the fame game) and just says it like it is, I think, is cool.

She's not for everybody, I get that.  But I've always liked her.  And I loved her when she fought back against the corporate crap that dictated how she should run her magazine, when she didn't want to run her magazine that way.  Look at Oprah.  Oprah is one big corporate suck-up beauty queen.  They told her she had to put her picture on the cover of her magazine, she was like YAHOO.   Rosie was like "I am fat and ugly and I don't want my picture on every single magazine."

But ... that is how the bigwigs wanted it -- Look at Oprah's magazine, they said.  It sells because her picture is on it.  (That is actually the reason I cancelled my subscription, but don't tell them that!)  Rosie did it because she'd signed a contract, but she did it her way and it was a beautiful thing.  My favorite Rosie magazine cover is her in her hospital gown when she was hospitalized for a staph infection in her finger.  She is holding up her bandaged finger, she has not a stitch of make-up on, and she is making a face like "Ugh, I have staph."    I remember examining it and thinking, "Wow, she really isn't that attractive."  Go Rosie.  (Or as her blogging community says "Go Ro!")

She eventually ended up quitting the magazine because her antics such as above caused the publisher (Gurner & Jahr) to take away inch by inch her control.  "I cannot have my name on a magazine if I cannot be assured that it will represent my vision and ideas," she stated in 2002 of her reason to quit the magazine.

So she has been blogging now for quite a few years and she will say anything.  She is quoted daily on talk shows and has an enormous following.  She keeps referring to something she has in the hopper, and I suspect it is talking with guests in a talk-show format that will be available via her blog.  Just think of the possibilities!  They can talk about anything -- there is no network censorship, no big suits upstairs calling the shots.  

I personally think that the end of eunuch-reporters like Barbara Walters and Diane Sawyer is a positive thing and I look forward to seeing what kind of backbone other people in the public eye have when they are interviewed (or blogged) by Rosie.

Thinking outside the box -- it's such a stupid corporate phrase.  And yet, the greatest corporate scorner of them all has been doing it all along.

I am not sure why this turned into a Rosie-thon, but that's the beauty of the blog!


Snow shadow

I was working on getting my 366 picture today and ended up with what I thought was a very cool shot.


I am finding that taking these pictures has me constantly thinking of what I can do next.  This morning I actually laid down in the snow with wet hair spread about to see what I could get.  Not one of the pictures came out good.  All that for naught!




Sunday, January 13, 2008

I just don't know

Most of the time I seem to know the right answer.  And if I don't, I feel quite confident that I am doing things the way they should be done ... no sweat.

But I am in unfamiliar territory right now and I have no compass.  There is nothing wrong with winging it when it's just yourself (like the gallbladder saga).  But when it is your child, it's just so ... different.

Maddie hurt her knee in France over Thanksgiving.   The MRI and the doctor say she has a torn ACL.  How torn, we don't really know.  Apparently there are degrees, and if say she had a level 3 tear she wouldn't be able to walk.  So, we have to presume that's not the degree.  But no matter how many times we've asked, we can't seem to find out what degree it is.  Maybe it's all just a guessing game.

After asking us which day we could schedule surgery, I asked the doctor what was the likelihood of her skiing THIS year.  Sans surgery.  He said, somewhat under duress, that she had a 60 percent chance of skiing at her level without surgery.

I've never been diagnosed with cancer, but if someone told me I had a 60 percent chance of surviving it, that to me is the same thing as saying I've been cured.  I can't help it, I am an optimist.

So with that information in hand, the fact that Maddie didn't seem to be in any pain at all and wanted to keep skiing, we decided that she would do physical therapy and get a brace and try skiing.

So all that sounds good in theory, I agree.  But now we're getting into the nitty gritty.  She has been doing PT ... she has her brace ... and she has tried skiing the past three days.  The first days were at Blackwater and were tentative stabs at best.  Today we were at Sunapee and by afternoon the corn snow was thick and tough on muscles.  Maddie would ski, with great, deep carving turns.  Then stop.

Was she hurt?
Was this it?
Were we pushing her?
Was this nuts?
Do sane parents let their children ski with a torn ACL?

WHAT DO THE DIRECTIONS SAY?

Damn, the parental directory has no chapter on this.  (Or anything else, mind you, but one is always hopeful).

What is the worst-case scenario?  She blows out her knee (again) and needs surgery.  Well, supposedly we were at this stage months ago.  So no loss there.  I just don't know.  No one does, not really.  The surgeon says operate (surprise surprise) the physical therapist says no way can she ski (I am thinking that if she said anything else she'd be concerned about being sued) and the general population opinion is all over the map.

One woman, whose father is an orthopedic surgeon, told her, when she tore her ACL and meniscus NOT to have surgery.  She did not and skis -- but certainly not at the level that Maddie is accustomed.

Many people say "good for her," when they hear she is skiing.  Like -- is she sucking it up?  I don't know.  Good for her?  It's not a competition -- she who has the most screwed up knee skis until they explode.

The people who have had torn ACL's and total reconstructive knee surgery are everywhere.  Don't start a conversation with a commentary that surgery is not the way to go, because you will only find out minutes later that they have had knee surgery.  It's kind of freaky.  

Umm, what happened to knees?  What are we doing to our knees?  There is no end to the story of knee surgery, knee replacement, knee this and knee that.

Hey.  I only have one question.  Can you ski with a bum knee?

I guess we'll find out.  Maddie is going to train with her team next week and attempt the race on Sunday.

Just so you know.  I am not pushing her.  I am a total spectator in this.  I know how stubborn I am and maybe she is just kidding herself.  I know that I did that for four years, believing without a shadow of a doubt that I could save my gallbladder.  Maybe she is just like me and believes.  But can someone shun that?  Certainly not I.  If she believes, maybe she can take herself places that no one has ever gone before.  Do I believe that can happen?

Yes.  I do.

In the real world they call them miracles.

In mine, we call them intentions.

Regardless of the outcome, Maddie will learn from this.  Whatever that lesson will be, it's hard to say.  But she has maintained a healthy optimism from the start -- maybe we are all fooling ourselves in believing that she can pull this off.  But I don't know.  I mean, I really don't know.  But there is a part of me that knows that we can do anything we want.  Anything.  

And I've tried so hard to teach my children that.  And when they decide to put that faith into practice, I guess the only thing I can do is stand back and watch.

And no one has to know that I have my fingers and my toes crossed.  You know, just in case!


Friday, January 11, 2008

All about food

Today was all about food.  I haven't been shopping since before Christmas, with the exception of a few quick run-in's to the local Hannaford's.  We haven't had a decent dinner (or lunch for that matter) in weeks.

My shopping list has been ready for a few days now, but actually getting to the store was a challenge.  Not because I don't have the time, but it's far more about inclination.  And with good reason, for once you bring in bags and bags of fresh food, you have to deal with it, or else you'll be throwing it away in a few days.

This is really the first time all day that I've had a chance to sit down for more than five minutes.  It was actually a very productive day in terms of getting big things done.  The house to the Vineyard has been chosen and the food I have prepared today will keep showing up at lunches and dinners throughout the winter.

I was at the Co-op in Hanover by 10:30 and out the door $300-plus later at 11:30.  Since I buy as much organic as I can, it jacks up the cost considerably.  But oh, it's so worth it.  I just love to browse through the organic produce, taking in the real colors, the normal sized strawberries, the beautiful imperfect beets.  I feel such a sense of peace being surrounded by good food, a sense of harmony that all of my actions will result in healthy meals for myself and my family.

And the people in the store are like myself -- they care about food.  As opposed to the regular grocery stores where people are throwing in mounds of high-fructose corn syrupy items into their carts, or stacking up boxes of prepared (and processed) meals, these are people with lists and agendas.  Their agenda being to put into their bodies the best food possible.  To hell with the cost!

After schlepping in all the bags I sat down at the computer and wrapped up the vineyard house.  And then kept glancing over at the counter, knowing what type of hours all those bags represented.  After fortifying myself with a little sushi I'd purchased at the store, I spread out my recipes and began to do the "chop till ya drop."  (Which is roughly about now!)

I peeled the skin off of two free range chickens and immersed them in water along with some onion, bay leaf and garlic to simmer for several hours.  If you have never peeled the skin off of a chicken, well, you are missing something.  You see where the fat layers congregate, you see how it adheres with a special type of bond to the bone ... okay, okay.  I think you need to become one with your food.  You have to examine it, feel it, ally yourself with the notion that this before you will create a wonderful meal.

I think it's what cooking with love means.  You have to completely put yourself in the moment.  It's not about throwing a can of this and a bag of that into a pan and calling it dinner.  It's envisioning the finished product, the steaming bowl of soup or the spicy chili, or the wondrous turkey pot pie as it steams before you on the plate.  It's almost tasting it, and setting forth a spell "I deem this chicken to become the chicken soup that makes me swoon, that warms my belly in the dead of winter and fills me with its healthful promise."  (Can you picture me waltzing around the kitchen and using my magic spoon to cast my spells!)

I don't cook like this often.  And that is why it takes so much build-up to get there.  I know that I have to be in the proper mood, and the weather is helpful.  Today it rained, and there is nothing like a gray day to make me want to change the world.  And the best way to change my world is to fill the house with incredible aromas.  Everyone in the house is in a good mood when there is cooking going on.  They walk around singing, they keep asking when dinner is.  There is such promise in an upcoming meal -- even better when you get to smell it for an hour or so beforehand!

I was in the kitchen for four straight hours.  I started with a counter full of ingredients, and ended with pots, pans and dirty cutting boards and bowls.   Since I doubled everything, I had to kind of shift things around in order to utilize the 12-quart stock pot I bought myself for Christmas.  First I made the chicken stock and started the chili in the smaller pot.  Then I transferred the chili to the crockpot in order to simmer for a few hours while I cleaned out that pot then transferred the stock to its pot.  Then I cut up the chicken into bite sized pieces for the soup and then transferred the chili from the crockpot to the big pot.  Then added the 8 cans of beans and let that simmer for another few hours.  

In the meantime I cooked the turkey breast, let that cool, then chopped that up into bite-sized pieces.  That will go into the turkey pot pie that I will assemble tomorrow.  So despite all those hours, I only ended up with one complete meal.  (But ... I will freeze the chili in individual and family-sized portions so we will get at least one big meal and a lot of lunches out of it.)  I feel good!

And because the weather is so crappy, I don't really feel as though I am missing anything not skiing.  Tomorrow I will finish up the chicken soup and the turkey pot pie (I am making two of those, one to eat right away and another to freeze).

We just finished the chili and it was delicious.  And I am stuffed.  

It was a good day.


Thursday, January 10, 2008

Race Day

Today Charlie had a middle school ski race at Mt. Sunapee.  While he spent the day slipping courses, standing around waiting to take his 40 second runs (four of them) or eating junk in the lodge, I had quite a productive time myself.

We arrived at the mountain at 8:30.  I skied from 9-11 and then watched Charlie come down on his first run.  When I say I skied, I mean, I really skied.  I was alone, and the sun was beating down on me and I had the slopes to myself.  I skied hard and fast, making big carving turns or short snappy turns, all the while pushing my leg muscles until they groaned.

Each time I arrived at the bottom I was breathing hard.  It was awesome!  Then on the chairlift ride up, I closed my eyes, turned my face to the sun, and meditated.

I don't normally like to ski alone, but it was different today.   I enjoyed the solitude and I fell into a groove.  I was loathe to give it up but I didn't want to miss Charlie's run.  

After I saw that, I ran into the lodge, changed, and then went to my hair appointment.  I had high lights and low lights done, I chatted, I relaxed and thoroughly enjoyed my hour and a half of pampering.  Then I went over to the general store and bought a tuna sandwich and a newspaper and ate that while reading in the car.  

For some reason, again, being alone felt so good.  Then my phone rang.  It was Maddie.  She was done with classes.  Hmmm.  I had called Peter, who was at the mountain, and he said that they hadn't even started the afternoon race yet.  So I drove to Proctor and picked up Maddie and we both returned to the mountain.  And we still had plenty of time before Charlie's first run.

I am so glad that I didn't spend the entire day watching that race -- it didn't get done until 4:30 -- that's a lot of hours to spend doing pretty much nothing.  But that is the nature of ski racing.

And ... when I do it (stand around) I get very tired and uninspired.  Hence the boring post!  But I did it!  Haven't missed a day yet!


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Oh phew! Obama isn't through!

**Please note:
This particular entry is psycho.  The type has a mind of its own, I have played with it forEVER, I can't make it perfect.  I apologize.  But I am only making it worse with each attempt to make it better.**


Because my candidate did not win the New Hampshire Primary, and because I am a terrible, sore loser, I decided I needed to figure this whole thing out.  Clearly the damn media isn't going to give me any facts or truths -- they're still trying to decide if Hillary won because she @$(*&$#(@@#$ cried.  Give me a break.  So I decided to do a little research and come to my own conclusions based on (gasp!) facts.

Following are the Democratic and Republican N.H. Primary statistics from 1960 to present.  Those in bold (and their color!) became president, below each candidate are their running mates.

1960:
Democrat
Senator John F. Kennedy
(against John Fisher)

Republican
Vice President Richard Nixon
(no serious opposition)

1964:
Democrat
President Lyndon Johnson
(no serious opposition)

Republican
Ambassador Henry Cabot Lodge
(Senator Barry Goldwater)

1968:
Democrat
President Lyndon Johnson
(Eugene McCarthy)

Republican
Former Vice President Richard Nixon
(Governor George Romney)

1972:
Democrat
Senator Edmund Muskie
(George McGovern)
(John Ashbrook)

Republican
President Richard Nixon
(Paul McCloskey)

(Nixon was president for two terms but was impeached in 1976.  Gerald Ford was then sworn in as President of the U.S.)

1976:
Democrat
Governor Jimmy Carter
(Congressman Mo Udall)
(Senator Birch Bayh)
(Senator Fred Harris)
(Ambassador R. Sargent Shriver)

Republican
President Gerald R. Ford
(Governor Ronald Reagan)

1980:
Democrat
President Jimmy Carter
(Senator Edward Kennedy)
(Governor Jerry Brown)

Republican
Governor Ronald Reagan
(Ambassador George H.W. Bush)
(Senator Howard Baker)
(Congressman John B. Anderson)
(Congressman Phil Crane)

1984:
Democrat
Senator Gary Hart
(Vice President Walter Mondale)
(Senator John Glenn)
(Reverend Jesse L. Jackson)
(Senator Al Gore)

Republican
President Ronald Reagan
(no serious opposition)

1988:
Democrat
Governor Michael Dukakis
(Congressman Richard Gephardt)
(Senator Paul Simon)
(Reverend Jesse L. Jackson)
(Senator Al Gore)

Republican
Vice President George H.W. Bush
(Senator Bob Dole)
(Governor Lamar Alexander)
(Steve Forbes)
(Ambassador Alan Keyes)
(Gary L. Bauer)

1992:
Democrat
Senator Paul Tsongas
(Governor Bill Clinton)
(Senator Bob Kerrey)
(Senator Tom Harkin)
(Governor Jerry Brown)
(Mayor Larry Agran)

Republican
President George H.W. Bush
(no serious opposition)

(Bill Clinton did NOT win the N.H. Primary and yet he became President of the U.S. for two terms, giving him the term "The Comeback Kid..." which they are now trying to give to Hillary.  I am thinking I'd rather have Obama be the Comeback Kid!!!)

1996:
Democrat
President Bill Clinton
(no serious opposition)

Republican
Pat Buchanan
(Senator Bob Dole)
(Governor A. Lamar Alexander)
(Steve Forbes, businessman)
(Ambassador Alan Keyes)
(Gary L. Bauer)

2000:
Democrat
Vice President Al Gore
(Senator Bill Bradley)

Republican
Senator John McCain
(Governor George W. Bush)
(Steve Forbes, businessman)
(Ambassador Alan Keyes)
(Gary L. Bauer)

(Now here we have another situation where those of us in New Hampshire did not vote for the candidate who eventually became president.  (Though I suppose that is debatable, as Al Gore "technically" won the election, but we were just beginning to get a taste of G.W.'s disregard for rules, constitutions, U.N. agreements, etc. so we shouldn't be surprised that actually losing the election didn't stop him from becoming president!)

2004:
Democrat
Senator John Kerrey
(Governor Howard Dean)
(General Wesley Clark)
(Senator John Edwards)
(Senator Joseph Lieberman)
(Congressman Dennis Kucinich)
(Reverend Al Sharpton)

Republican
President George W. Bush
(no serious opposition)

2008:
Democrat
Hillary Clinton
(Senator Borack Obama)
(Former Senator John Edwards)
(Governor Bill Richardson)
(Representative Dennis Kucinich)

Republican
Senator John McCain
(Governor Mitt Romney)
(Governor Mike Huckabee)
(Mayor Rudy Giuliani)
(Congressman Ron Paul)


And there we have it!  The N.H. Primary has earned a reputation as a launching pad for long-shot candidates, but I can't really see any definitive patterns here (except for one!)

In 1960 John Kennedy ran against V.P. Richard Nixon.  I assume that JFK was considered to be the long shot, but I bet the charisma of JFK just blew Tricky Dicky right out of the water!  And both Nixon and Kennedy won in N.H.  So nothing mind blowing there.

In 1964 Lyndon Johnson was elected -- nothing long-shotty about this.  He was the successor to JFK, there were three candidates more or less in the race from both parties.

In 1968 Nixon came back into the picture, beating out Democratic NH Primary winner Lyndon Johnson.  Nothing unusual here.

In the 1972 election Nixon won re-election.  Long shot?  I think not.

In 1976 Governor Jimmy Carter beat Gerald Ford.  Well, this is a no-brainer.  Ford was attached to the recently-impeached Nixon.  Republicans were in the doghouse and while the peanut farmer might have seemed like a long shot, if you look at the list of candidates, they all were.  I'm still not buying this long-shot label!

In 1980 Ronald Reagan beat Jimmy Carter.  Was Reagan a long shot because he was an actor?  More like the Republicans needed back into the White House and if you didn't like Carter your choices were Edward Kennedy (Chappaquiddick Chappaquiddick) and Jerry Brown.  Nuff said.

In 1984 the Old Gipper was re-elected while Gary Hart was out doing Funny Business.   Bringing to us the first of political morons who couldn't keep their dicks in their pants when there were cameras around.  (This was also my first presidential election, and I thought Gary Hart was cute.  Shows you how smart I am!)

And then 1988 brought about the beginning of the Bush era.  Long shot?  Unlikely.  Money shot more like.

Then, in 1992 Gov. Bill Clinton did NOT win the N.H. Primary.  But he became President of the U.S.  Which should have been the end of the Primary's ridiculous media draw.  But alas, they can not let go of a bone they've been gnawing for so long.  And while in 1996 Clinton won both the primary election and the presidential election, things took another turn in 2000 when Gov. George W. Bush lost to John McCain (and Al Gore, but I am trying not to gnaw on the same bone myself!)  And yet ... as we all woefully know ... became president.

In 2004 Bush won again and that brings us to present day, when Hillary beat Obama.  And here it is folks, the bestest discovery of all.  The last two presidents DID NOT WIN the New Hampshire Primary.  WOO HOOO WOOOOOO HOOOOOO.

There is no real impact for these candidates in terms of delegates from New Hampshire, so the real impact is the media coverage and the "momentum" which is in itself a media phenomenon.  But remember, that momentum is built up in a diner with a bunch of puppet-waving sign holders behind the glass ... it's only an illusion.

Hey, I gotta go get me a corn dog down at the diner.

Mustard anyone?