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March 23, 2008

That speech

So this morning I finally got through the stack of New York Times that were sitting on the couch, and had a chance to read the speech Obama gave on race. Wow. Just wow. If you haven't read it, you can read the whole thing right here. It was probably one of the more incisive, heartfelt and eloquent speeches I have heard from a politician in modern times. It was also risky for Obama, in the sense that he didn't bullsh*t people, he didn't mince words and he didn't shy away from a difficult issue. For me, the most moving part of his speech was when he said:

 

 

"For we have a choice in this country. We can accept a politics that breeds division, and conflict, and cynicism. We can tackle race only as spectacle - as we did in the OJ trial - or in the wake of tragedy, as we did in the aftermath of Katrina - or as fodder for the nightly news. We can play Reverend Wright's sermons on every channel, every day and talk about them from now until the election, and make the only question in this campaign whether or not the American people think that I somehow believe or sympathize with his most offensive words. We can pounce on some gaffe by a Hillary supporter as evidence that she's playing the race card, or we can speculate on whether white men will all flock to John McCain in the general election regardless of his policies. We can do that. But if we do, I can tell you that in the next election, we'll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change."

Powerful stuff.

In other news, it's EASTER!! Happy Easter everyone!! Michael and I have been contemplating the theme of renewal, in our own way, by thinking about where we might like to move in 3 years when Michael's lease is up on his office space. We're thinking simultaneouly about somewhere close to NYC and somewhere warm. Obviously, the two don't go together so we have to make a choice. Asheville, NC looks wonderful to me, as does Charleston, NC. I also like parts of Connecticut, if we go that route. Of course, it gets cold in Conn, which both Michael and Luca can't bear. But we're open to advice and opinions. Here are our requirements:

1. Must be reasonably close to a major airport (M travels to Europe a lot)
2. Must be warm OR close to NYC. Right now we're leaning towards warm. When I say warm, I basically mean no awful, bitter winters.
3. close to nature, but also close to a vibrant community that has coffeeshops, bookstores, some cultural scene.
4. good homeschooling community
5. near a beach would be great, but not a requirement.

Any thoughts, oh internet readers?

March 08, 2008

Oh the hell that is...

feeding toddlers/young kids/crazy anorexic children (i kid, i kid). Here's how dinner tonight went down:

6:00 pm: Me: "Boys! It's dinner time! Please come to the table."

(a few minutes pass. No children have appeared at the table.)

6:05 pm "Luca and Julian, please come to the table now!"

(boys straggle in and half-heartedly approach the dinner table)

6:10 pm Luca: "what's for dinner?"
Me: "Chicken, apples and peas."
Julian: "Peas, I hate peas, they're disgusting."
Luca: "Julian, that's not polite. Mom, I hate the skin on the apples. It's so gross."
Me: "Please just start eating. I am going to get you both some milk."
Julian: "NO MILK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I WANT APPLE JUICE!!!!"
Luca: "I want orange juice."
Me: "You can have juice after your milk."

(The boys look dejected over the no-juice dictum. 15 minutes pass, during which both boys poke at their chicken as though it were an piece of seaweed encountered at the beach.)

Me: "Luca and Julian, please put food in your mouth and chew. You've been sitting at the table for 15 minutes and none of your food is gone."

(Luca takes a bite the size of an atom.)

Me: Luca, if you take such small bites you won't finish your meal til next year. Please take a larger bite."
Luca (a sound a bit like a drowning victim and a small whiny dog at the same time emerges from his mouth) "Mom, I can't take a bigger BITE! I have a small MOUTH!!! It's so unfair!! You make me eat SO MUCH!!!!"

(Julian, meanwhile, is sucking his thumb and staring out the window.)

Me: "Julian, please turn around in your chair and eat your meal."
Julian: "But Mo---om [oh, yes, you know that long drawn out Mooooom sound, don't you?] I don't want chicken. I want apple!"
Me: "Julian, you can eat your apple after you eat some chicken. Please take a bite of your dinner before I start to get annoyed."
Luca: "Yea Julian, don't you want to be big and strong like me?" (keep in mind, dear reader, that Luca has had about .25 ounces of chicken thus far, and he's been sitting there..let's see....25 minutes or so....)
Julian: "Luca, don't tell me what to do!!!!!!!"

(Luca, in what he thinks is a surreptitious fashion, sticks his tongue out at Julian.)

Julian: (screeching so loudly I am quite sure the neighbors are going to get involved) "LUCA DON'T STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT AT ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Me: "Okay, both of you. You each have 5 minutes to finish your meal. If you don't, you're going straight to bed with no book."
Julian (looking up at me expectantly) "I'll go to bed right now!" (He then smiles and hops off his chair and heads towards his bedroom. I don't go after him. I know a stronger opponent when I encounter one.)
Me: "Okay, Luca, I'd like to see you eat half of what's on your plate."
Luca: "But I caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't. I am SOOO FULL. I can't eat anymore or I will get sick."

(I look at his plate. It looks untouched to me.)

Me: (resignedly) "Fine, Luca. Go and brush your teeth and get into bed. I'll come and tuck you in."

Ending time: 7:10 pm. One hour of my life has just disappeared. Okay, more, since I did have to nuke the chicken. And what do I have to show for it? Nothing. Absolutely nuttin'. Sigh.