...I'm ending July.
Expect a huge post tomorrow, since I'll be indisposed for about five days.
July 31, 2004
July 30, 2004
Day 5: Office Under Siege
This morning, I had a feeling I shouldn't go into work - that I should just have stayed home, drank coffee, and just enjoyed a rainy day. Unfortunately, I didn't have any comp time, my vacation's already booked, and I couldn't think of a good sick day excuse. My call into work would have been really lame, something like,
"Hi, it's Gordon. I can't come into the office today - I have the disease Ali McGraw had in Love Story"
It didn't help that, this past week, my office had been "cleaned out" due to rain flooding. Although the initial flood happened on the 4th of July, we were told that the roofers had "fixed" the problem. After the second time, and having to endure huge, noisy, industrial-strength dehumidifiers, I thought it was safe to go back. This morning, my office - as well as the two offices beside me - were flooded again.
Admittedly, much of my time in the office has been spent helping prepare for a huge conference next weekend, as well as several smaller projects - nothing as major as the conference, and even that, I had copied the Power Point presentation onto diskette and writing notes on hard copy. Having been an "exile" from my office due to meetings, noise, etc, I was looking forward to a long day of, well, doing small work and goofing off. Maybe even getting my stats in early, and then leaving...or even writing another chapter or two (I'm two and a half chapters in - yay for me!)
Unfortunately, the damage is great - there is a huge tarf running from the roof of my office, and the water is flowing into one of those huge carriers. The kind of Rubbermaid carrier that you use to carry loads of laundry. Yes, it was that much water.
And, of course, the only work area that was available was the computer & work area in the front of the office...so much for privacy.
Luckily, our executive director was going around, and (obviously) he was not too happy about matters - one of the offices hit was our main prevention secretary; the other was a director's office, and several key documents were destroyed. In addition, two computers
were wet, meaning that they would have to be replaced. (My only real "loss" was a copy of Guerilla Publicity, but if someone wants to purchase a replacement as a gift, please be my guest).
When our executive director asked me what kind of car I wanted (read: we're going to get everything that was damaged replaced), I quickly answered, "A '76 Cadillac...black with red interior."
(Aka, the car I learned to drive in). When he said that he wanted to get me a new car, and announced an Escalade, I asked, "Can I have some bling-bling with that?"
I know, nothing sadder than a guy tryin' too hard to be hip.
Right now, I'm trying to decide between a happy hour, meeting some other friends, laundry, and/or sleep - it's been that kind of week, folks. Even if I don't make anything tonight, there's tomorrow night's benefit concert.
Some days, I really regret not becoming an accountant, like my dad wanted.
"Hi, it's Gordon. I can't come into the office today - I have the disease Ali McGraw had in Love Story"
It didn't help that, this past week, my office had been "cleaned out" due to rain flooding. Although the initial flood happened on the 4th of July, we were told that the roofers had "fixed" the problem. After the second time, and having to endure huge, noisy, industrial-strength dehumidifiers, I thought it was safe to go back. This morning, my office - as well as the two offices beside me - were flooded again.
Admittedly, much of my time in the office has been spent helping prepare for a huge conference next weekend, as well as several smaller projects - nothing as major as the conference, and even that, I had copied the Power Point presentation onto diskette and writing notes on hard copy. Having been an "exile" from my office due to meetings, noise, etc, I was looking forward to a long day of, well, doing small work and goofing off. Maybe even getting my stats in early, and then leaving...or even writing another chapter or two (I'm two and a half chapters in - yay for me!)
Unfortunately, the damage is great - there is a huge tarf running from the roof of my office, and the water is flowing into one of those huge carriers. The kind of Rubbermaid carrier that you use to carry loads of laundry. Yes, it was that much water.
And, of course, the only work area that was available was the computer & work area in the front of the office...so much for privacy.
Luckily, our executive director was going around, and (obviously) he was not too happy about matters - one of the offices hit was our main prevention secretary; the other was a director's office, and several key documents were destroyed. In addition, two computers
were wet, meaning that they would have to be replaced. (My only real "loss" was a copy of Guerilla Publicity, but if someone wants to purchase a replacement as a gift, please be my guest).
When our executive director asked me what kind of car I wanted (read: we're going to get everything that was damaged replaced), I quickly answered, "A '76 Cadillac...black with red interior."
(Aka, the car I learned to drive in). When he said that he wanted to get me a new car, and announced an Escalade, I asked, "Can I have some bling-bling with that?"
I know, nothing sadder than a guy tryin' too hard to be hip.
Right now, I'm trying to decide between a happy hour, meeting some other friends, laundry, and/or sleep - it's been that kind of week, folks. Even if I don't make anything tonight, there's tomorrow night's benefit concert.
Some days, I really regret not becoming an accountant, like my dad wanted.
July 29, 2004
Worthy Causes
Just some upcoming events & opportunities to "Pay It Forward".
(Please Note: In the interests of full disclosure, I either know and/or am involved with several of the events posted. Just want to keep it honest, folks)
Thanks for your help, and for reading!
(Please Note: In the interests of full disclosure, I either know and/or am involved with several of the events posted. Just want to keep it honest, folks)
- First, Boys and Girls Town of Missouri is having a really cool event at Harry's on Clayton on August 9th, as well as a golf tournament in late September. (I'll be attending a meeting in University City on the 9th). For more information, head to the BGTM web site)
- Something a little sooner - this Saturday, July 31st, at 7:00 pm, there will be benefit concert for the Missouri Budget Project, which committed to making sure that state fiscal policy helps low to moderate income households. The concert, featuring the band Old Man Joe, will be held at Off Broadway on Lemp. (Click here for a map). It's 10 bucks, and will be my last hurrah before I move into the Milennium for a conference.
- The Penrose O'Fallon Family Initiative (whose board I just joined) is in dire straits. As in "Klingons are surrounding the Enterprise, Scotty's totally bugnuts, and phasers are offline" kind of straits. If you know of any funding/other 501c3 resources, please e-mail me. Or, feel free to come to our next board meeting, Tuesday, August 24th, at 6:00 pm - click here for the location).
- Finally, on Monday, November 1st, please head down to Arnold, MO for lunch and/or dinner. It's the day their smoke-free ordinance goes into effect, and we wouldn't want them to lose business.
Thanks for your help, and for reading!
July 28, 2004
July 27, 2004
What a Catalyst You Turned Out To Be...
Last night, I ended up giving testimony in Ballwin for smoke free legislation as part of my job. My experiences in Arnold (read here and here) had, I thought, prepared me for whatever would happen. Not even a musty office, and six hours straight (!) of work-related meetings would deter me. I was ready to roll.
Of course, the first rule of advocacy is leave your expectations at the door.
The meeting began with the Mayor announcing that they were changing the format, and allowing for public comment before discussing the legislation. Luckily, several people in favor of smokefree legislation were there...but the opponents were there, and they quickly drew blood.
At times, it got nasty - as one person left, someone shouted, "Don't start your car in the parking lot." People openly grumbled, defied the mayor's "no applause" policy, and then began asserting that their rights were being violated. I always find it a little more than ironic when asserting their rights somehow means trampling on the rights of their opposition. Of course, I gave testimony - normally, I get a little nervous before speaking in public, but can shake it off. However, last night seemed different, and I was extremely nervous. I managed to get my facts out, and then sat down.
Of course, the night was not without its more humorous aspects - at one point, an older gentleman carrying a briefcase approached the council. He was a retired pharmacist, and proposed that since the Library of Congress did research into secondhand smoke, and had to truthfully testify before their congressman, that they were right in that secondhand smoke was not harmful. (Trust me, I am not making this up). In addition, a young lady who worked at a very popular restaurant on Ballwin brought all sorts of kids' drawings, proving once again that family friendly = tobacco friendly.
The interesting point of the night was that a gentleman from Arnold - the one who presented a ton of reports to the Arnold City Council - gave testimony (and documents) to the Ballwin City Council. Amazingly, for an ordinance that does not go into effect until November 1st, Arnold is already a vast economic wasteland. This gentleman also, after the meeting, attempted to attack my resources, even after I calmly (but firmly) debunked his information. The city council chose to revisit the discussion in their August meeting; three aldermen were ready to go, three others had reservations, and that's all right - it just provides more preparation time.
Quite frankly, it always surprises me that there is so much venom in the pro-smoking movement, and that it comes out so broadly. Granted, it is funded by an industry that doesn't want to lose profits...but it's also a little disconcerting. Disagreement is one thing, but character attacks are simply unwarranted. (Plus, admittedly, recent events have me gunshy about taking public stances of any kind).
What's the lesson, I always ask myself. Maybe it's learning how to develop a thicker skin; maybe it's realizing that more people need to speak up...or maybe there is no lesson. Just things that happen.
At the very least, thanks to our staff meeting raffle, I now have free dinner for two at Cracker Barrel. Please e-mail if interested.
Of course, the first rule of advocacy is leave your expectations at the door.
The meeting began with the Mayor announcing that they were changing the format, and allowing for public comment before discussing the legislation. Luckily, several people in favor of smokefree legislation were there...but the opponents were there, and they quickly drew blood.
At times, it got nasty - as one person left, someone shouted, "Don't start your car in the parking lot." People openly grumbled, defied the mayor's "no applause" policy, and then began asserting that their rights were being violated. I always find it a little more than ironic when asserting their rights somehow means trampling on the rights of their opposition. Of course, I gave testimony - normally, I get a little nervous before speaking in public, but can shake it off. However, last night seemed different, and I was extremely nervous. I managed to get my facts out, and then sat down.
Of course, the night was not without its more humorous aspects - at one point, an older gentleman carrying a briefcase approached the council. He was a retired pharmacist, and proposed that since the Library of Congress did research into secondhand smoke, and had to truthfully testify before their congressman, that they were right in that secondhand smoke was not harmful. (Trust me, I am not making this up). In addition, a young lady who worked at a very popular restaurant on Ballwin brought all sorts of kids' drawings, proving once again that family friendly = tobacco friendly.
The interesting point of the night was that a gentleman from Arnold - the one who presented a ton of reports to the Arnold City Council - gave testimony (and documents) to the Ballwin City Council. Amazingly, for an ordinance that does not go into effect until November 1st, Arnold is already a vast economic wasteland. This gentleman also, after the meeting, attempted to attack my resources, even after I calmly (but firmly) debunked his information. The city council chose to revisit the discussion in their August meeting; three aldermen were ready to go, three others had reservations, and that's all right - it just provides more preparation time.
Quite frankly, it always surprises me that there is so much venom in the pro-smoking movement, and that it comes out so broadly. Granted, it is funded by an industry that doesn't want to lose profits...but it's also a little disconcerting. Disagreement is one thing, but character attacks are simply unwarranted. (Plus, admittedly, recent events have me gunshy about taking public stances of any kind).
What's the lesson, I always ask myself. Maybe it's learning how to develop a thicker skin; maybe it's realizing that more people need to speak up...or maybe there is no lesson. Just things that happen.
At the very least, thanks to our staff meeting raffle, I now have free dinner for two at Cracker Barrel. Please e-mail if interested.
July 26, 2004
I'm A Nutty Bunny!
Just a riff on an old Kids in the Hall sketch, and taken from
Lime Girl's Blog:
Lime Girl's Blog:
you are the cute but psycho happy bunny. You
adorable, but a little out there. It's alright,
you might not have it all, but there are worse
which happy bunny are you?
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Welcome to the Working Week!
Oh, boy, some fun things to reflect on as this Monday draws to a
close...
close...
- First, thanks to this weekend's rain (and less-than-satisfactory
work from our roofers), my office was damp, musty, and smelled like the inside of a worn sweatsock. - According to news, the creator of Babylon 5 wrote a treatment for a Star Trek series. Unfortunately, the best Trek is coming out of this really cool fan site
- Just began reading Reefer Madness,and so far, so good.
- This past weekend, I managed to see Liz Phair live in concert,
and took the time to watch both Blade movies with Wesley Snipes. Nothin' like watching ol' Wes kick vampire butt - Gave testimony in Ballwin about smoke-free legislation, to be blogged later (I am kinda tired, and need to get my beauty rest); and
- I completely rock at playing Uno.
July 23, 2004
Exile in Da Lou-Ville
OK, so it's been an emotionally ragged week, I have to prepare to give testimony in Ballwin on Monday for legislation, and what does a boy do?
Take up a pal's offer to see Liz Phair at the Riversplash concert series.
First, have to admit that I was one of the first on my block to own Exile in Guyville - of course, Chicago in the early 90's was happening, with bands like Urge Overkill (who overdid the we-love-Neil-Diamond schtick) and Smashing Pumpkins (not one of my faves - hardcore Replacements/Husker Du man). The production was, well, tinny (it was an indie record). Live, she just...you would never have thought that she got married, divorced, had a child, and recorded several albums between then and now.
What was more impressive was the St. Louis riverfront being used as an entertainment venue. The show, and the laser/water/fireworks extravaganza were all really top notch, but the most impressive was that, for the first time (that I remember), St. Louis actually used one of its assets. It reminded me of Chicago using Navy Pier and the lake shore - it was just one of those "why-the-heck-didn't-we-think-of-that" before moments that make one glad to live in the Lou.
Now, if we can only develop holographic technology to hide the garish Casino Queen across the river, we would be set...
Take up a pal's offer to see Liz Phair at the Riversplash concert series.
First, have to admit that I was one of the first on my block to own Exile in Guyville - of course, Chicago in the early 90's was happening, with bands like Urge Overkill (who overdid the we-love-Neil-Diamond schtick) and Smashing Pumpkins (not one of my faves - hardcore Replacements/Husker Du man). The production was, well, tinny (it was an indie record). Live, she just...you would never have thought that she got married, divorced, had a child, and recorded several albums between then and now.
What was more impressive was the St. Louis riverfront being used as an entertainment venue. The show, and the laser/water/fireworks extravaganza were all really top notch, but the most impressive was that, for the first time (that I remember), St. Louis actually used one of its assets. It reminded me of Chicago using Navy Pier and the lake shore - it was just one of those "why-the-heck-didn't-we-think-of-that" before moments that make one glad to live in the Lou.
Now, if we can only develop holographic technology to hide the garish Casino Queen across the river, we would be set...
Hi, Bob!
I can't believe I went to the same high school as this guy. (And it's meant as a compliment)
July 22, 2004
This One's For the Ladies
Just a little something that was, at the time, laugh-out-loud
funny; hopefully, I can share it appropriately.
Two days ago, Quentin visited us at our office - we do a lot
of work with youth, and Quentin is considered a "successful
graduate." He's one of those individuals who proves that you
can overcome any obstacle in order to achieve what you wish.
He had visited during lunch, and with me being the only 1) male
and 2) under-40 person at the table, it took a lot to keep
quiet. Quentin was talking to the lunch crowd about his dietary
habits, and how he really loves McDonalds. He also claimed he was
"getting old" (read: 20), and that he couldn't handle White
Castle hamburgers anymore.
Cut to the chase: during the course of this conversation, Quentin
announced that if his girlfriend smelled like a McDonald's
french fry, he would "never leave her again." In fact, he
stated that "the perfume companies would make a killing;
instead of CK, you have McDonald's French Fry." We then
talked about the various permutations - Domino's pizza
for men, new pick up lines like, "Hey baby, I'm wearing...
Quarter Pounder with Cheese."
Just a little humor to lighten everyone's day.
funny; hopefully, I can share it appropriately.
Two days ago, Quentin visited us at our office - we do a lot
of work with youth, and Quentin is considered a "successful
graduate." He's one of those individuals who proves that you
can overcome any obstacle in order to achieve what you wish.
He had visited during lunch, and with me being the only 1) male
and 2) under-40 person at the table, it took a lot to keep
quiet. Quentin was talking to the lunch crowd about his dietary
habits, and how he really loves McDonalds. He also claimed he was
"getting old" (read: 20), and that he couldn't handle White
Castle hamburgers anymore.
Cut to the chase: during the course of this conversation, Quentin
announced that if his girlfriend smelled like a McDonald's
french fry, he would "never leave her again." In fact, he
stated that "the perfume companies would make a killing;
instead of CK, you have McDonald's French Fry." We then
talked about the various permutations - Domino's pizza
for men, new pick up lines like, "Hey baby, I'm wearing...
Quarter Pounder with Cheese."
Just a little humor to lighten everyone's day.
Lessons My Friends Are Teaching Me
In the past few days, several of my friends have been giving me some
great advice, which I would like to share. I will not identify them,
but they know who they are.
great advice, which I would like to share. I will not identify them,
but they know who they are.
- "If you are not making mistakes, it means that you're not being
productive or doing anything of value" - (From Aristotle) - "If you want to avoid criticism, say nothing.
Do nothing. Be nothing." - "In the end, your friends like you, your enemies hate you, and it's all
irrelevant because it's all external"
July 21, 2004
Kevin's Year At The Movies
Given all the personal malarkey in my life, I should have made more
time to read, whether it was Reefer Madness by Eric Schlosser, or even
Understanding Marijuana
So, in my hour of darkness (or, at least, dimness), what do I do?
I head on down to Left Bank Books, browse a little, purchase a used copy of Kevin Murphy's A Year At the Movies and read it cover to cover.
That's right - Tom Servo himself, the man, the myth, the dessert topping,
actually spent one whole year (2001) watching movies...and sharing his
experiences in book form, and this is easily one of the best books about
movies that I have read.
It's hard to encapsulate how wonderful, how life affirming, how whiz-
bang fun this book is...and it's not just that Mr. Murphy discusses
really cool places he's seen movies, but it's an ultimate reminder about
the power of good filmmaking. Ranging from a theater where a guy sells
tickets out of his bedroom window, to an igloo in northern Canada,
and the best essay on 9/11 (the event) that I have ever read...
this book is a treat. It is an easy read, and Mr. Murphy's comments
about the state of filmmaking, Cannes, Sundance, etc, are well worth it.
(Personally, my favorite chapter - and where I wish I had "been there" - was
where he and Mike Nelson, his former Mystery Science Theater 3000 costar, risk life, limb, and sanity to watch Corky Romano in a theater.
Although they may have experience with bad movies, Corky Romano -
much like Monkeybone - is the cinematic equivalent of slow, painful torture. It is not a movie to be taken lighty -it is pure evil on film.
I hereby nominate Kevin Murphy and Michael J. Nelson for the Congressional Medal of Honor. I kid you not.)
At a time where movies are becoming less movie-ish, where films like
Farenheit 9/11 and The Village are becoming better
known as stunts than actual filmmaking, this book is sorely needed.
Reading this book will change your life, your outlook, and help you
appreciate the movies a little bit more.
Thanks, Kevin. We really needed it.
time to read, whether it was Reefer Madness by Eric Schlosser, or even
Understanding Marijuana
So, in my hour of darkness (or, at least, dimness), what do I do?
I head on down to Left Bank Books, browse a little, purchase a used copy of Kevin Murphy's A Year At the Movies and read it cover to cover.
That's right - Tom Servo himself, the man, the myth, the dessert topping,
actually spent one whole year (2001) watching movies...and sharing his
experiences in book form, and this is easily one of the best books about
movies that I have read.
It's hard to encapsulate how wonderful, how life affirming, how whiz-
bang fun this book is...and it's not just that Mr. Murphy discusses
really cool places he's seen movies, but it's an ultimate reminder about
the power of good filmmaking. Ranging from a theater where a guy sells
tickets out of his bedroom window, to an igloo in northern Canada,
and the best essay on 9/11 (the event) that I have ever read...
this book is a treat. It is an easy read, and Mr. Murphy's comments
about the state of filmmaking, Cannes, Sundance, etc, are well worth it.
(Personally, my favorite chapter - and where I wish I had "been there" - was
where he and Mike Nelson, his former Mystery Science Theater 3000 costar, risk life, limb, and sanity to watch Corky Romano in a theater.
Although they may have experience with bad movies, Corky Romano -
much like Monkeybone - is the cinematic equivalent of slow, painful torture. It is not a movie to be taken lighty -it is pure evil on film.
I hereby nominate Kevin Murphy and Michael J. Nelson for the Congressional Medal of Honor. I kid you not.)
At a time where movies are becoming less movie-ish, where films like
Farenheit 9/11 and The Village are becoming better
known as stunts than actual filmmaking, this book is sorely needed.
Reading this book will change your life, your outlook, and help you
appreciate the movies a little bit more.
Thanks, Kevin. We really needed it.
July 19, 2004
Since All *That's* Over...
Whew, boy, after the sturm-und-drang of this week, it will be good
to have a relatively low-key week...OK, so my employer
is planning a big conference the first weekend of August,
and I'm trying to get as much down time as possible. However,
last night was really rough - a bad leg cramp kept me awake,
so I'm a little out-of it.
If you haven't been there already, check out Pin-Up Bowl
on Delmar. I planned a happy hour for this singles club,
and...ok, they lost my reservations, and we had to switch lanes,
but hey - it's all good. (Plus, if you do per person per game,
it's actually cheaper). Great place, great food, great bowling.
Plus, if I'm going to change my marital status...gotta, like,
do stuff with people, especially single people.
Also got to make a sorely needed visit to mypal Craig. It's
nice to take a break and withdraw from the world for awhile,
play with a 2 year old (his granddaughter), and just have a
nice, adult conversation (with him and his wife).
One where I don't feel like I'm stuck in a bad episode of
The Prisoner, and I'm Patrick McGoohan.
This week's been a real ride - from volunteering for Viva Vox's
Flipping the Soul Switch event to fun and games in Arnold.
(Read this and this for more details).
As you may have noticed, my blog has changed, and is
slightly off-kilter (in IE; it looks fine in Mozilla; hopefully,
it will soon look normal.
Plus, I've switched from Bloglinker to Blogrolling.
Much of it was due to the Hot Ambercrombie Chick deal -
partly, sites I wouldn't link to in a million years
(like a "Get a Thai Wife now!" site) automatically
linked to me...since I'm learning more, and know what I'm
doing, it's all good.
Oh, and as always, I do requests, so share 'em.
to have a relatively low-key week...OK, so my employer
is planning a big conference the first weekend of August,
and I'm trying to get as much down time as possible. However,
last night was really rough - a bad leg cramp kept me awake,
so I'm a little out-of it.
If you haven't been there already, check out Pin-Up Bowl
on Delmar. I planned a happy hour for this singles club,
and...ok, they lost my reservations, and we had to switch lanes,
but hey - it's all good. (Plus, if you do per person per game,
it's actually cheaper). Great place, great food, great bowling.
Plus, if I'm going to change my marital status...gotta, like,
do stuff with people, especially single people.
Also got to make a sorely needed visit to mypal Craig. It's
nice to take a break and withdraw from the world for awhile,
play with a 2 year old (his granddaughter), and just have a
nice, adult conversation (with him and his wife).
One where I don't feel like I'm stuck in a bad episode of
The Prisoner, and I'm Patrick McGoohan.
This week's been a real ride - from volunteering for Viva Vox's
Flipping the Soul Switch event to fun and games in Arnold.
(Read this and this for more details).
As you may have noticed, my blog has changed, and is
slightly off-kilter (in IE; it looks fine in Mozilla; hopefully,
it will soon look normal.
Plus, I've switched from Bloglinker to Blogrolling.
Much of it was due to the Hot Ambercrombie Chick deal -
partly, sites I wouldn't link to in a million years
(like a "Get a Thai Wife now!" site) automatically
linked to me...since I'm learning more, and know what I'm
doing, it's all good.
Oh, and as always, I do requests, so share 'em.
July 17, 2004
...This Town..., Part Two
When last I blogged, we had gone through a contentious give-and-take with several people protesting that they were not allowed to vote on a smoke-free ordinance. Now, the public input session has ended, and the real fun is beginning.
The council deliberations started when the mayor asked the council for input. The alderman opposing the bill (let's call him Mr. J) had cited the fact that the ordinance was essentially "slid under the rug", and that no business owners had been contacted. He argued (and quite validly) that the council had no right to make such a radical change without notifying the business community, and that the people should have the right to vote on a bill (i.e., make it a petition initiative). And, of course, how dare we public health officials come in and tell the city of Arnold what to do?
In the spirit of democracy, the council decided to move this item up on the agenda, and have a full discussion. The only way this law could be repealed is if one of the aldermen who voted for the ordinance (it won 5 - 2) "reconsidered" his position. As the discussion progressed, some claws came out - one of the aldermen informed Mr. J that he (Mr. J) had been there the evening of the ordinance, and that he could have called supporters in - why didn't he? Another pointed out that, in his five years as city alderman, nobody showed up to city council meetings...until that evening. Mr. P (the alderman who proposed the ordinance, and yes, I could use real names - but what would be the point? This is just a blog, not a news article) reiterated that this ordinance was for the health of the community, and that it was meant to give people with breathing disorders (like asthma) equal access to dining. (Half of the restaurants in Arnold are smoke-free; most of them are fast food restaurants like McDonald's, Hardee's, etc). Most of the pro-smoking contingent threatened the council that they (the council) might not be reelected next year.
During all this, the anti-ordinance contingent's behavior was relatively less-than-civil, with rude comments, blatant insults, etc., being thrown during the proceedings. (Several times, the Mayor had to remind people to conduct themselves in a civil manner). At our end, we attempted to keep our spirits up, and we really worked to avoid throwing stones under our breath. (Talk about mixed metaphors). Yes, this is a contentious issue, and instead of rising to the occasion, it was devolving. At one point, Mr. J - sitting directly in front of myself and a worker from the Jefferson County Health Department - seemed to want to make it very personal. Here's what was said:
Mr. J - You health people, who pays your salary?Eventually, the meeting died down, and the mayor offered to the pro-smoking group that, if they could acquire 902 registered voter signatures by August, the referendum would be put on the ballot. However, they quickly got upset - and extremely vocal - when Mr. P asked that, since the ordinance would take effect on 11/01, and the election was 11/03, if they could try to pass a smokefree workplace ordinance. The pro-smoking crowd, so willing to fight for their right to smoke and dine, quickly left, not wanting to fight for their right to vote for (or against) smoke-free workplaces.
Me: Excuse me?
Mr. J - Where does your salary come from
Me: I think this is about the ordinance and not about where my check comes from...
The buzz around Arnold City Hall was negative - unfortunately, the local media chose to leave before the meat of the conversation (or even in support). But it made one thing clear to me - standing up for oneself (even when it's for the job) often leaves a bullseye on your chest. Or, as GK Chesterton once said, "I enjoy being in hot water - it keeps me clean."
So, if you don't have plans for November 1st, please feel free to come down to Arnold and dine at a fine eatery. Thank them for being smoke free, and let them know that you would encourage your friends to come on down. Just don't be suprised if, while dining at the same place I am, I get some dirty stares.
(And also, please feel free to make comments, either pro or con. Democracy - like revolution - begins at home, preferably in the bathroom mirror).
...This Town..., Part One
You're nobody 'til everybody in this town
Knows you're poison, Got your Number,
Knows it must be avoided...
You're nobody 'til everybody in this town
Thinks you're a bastard...
Elvis Costello, ...This Town....
No, this blog is not about what you might think it is; however, it may be about it. It could be about anything. However, it's about my Thursday night in Arnold, MO.
It all started with a phone call from a colleague - some smoke-free legislation which we had helped pass was in danger of being repealed. There was going to be a "packed house" of people who would protest, and we were needed. Since the only major activity I had planned that Thursday night was my laundry, it was an easy choice, and so I prepared, studied up, and put on my game face.
Later that evening, after arriving in Arnold, meeting with the alderman who sponsored the bill (and got some preliminary strategic information), and conferring amongst ourselves, we went in, prepared for conflict. Of course, we weren't going to be nasty or insulting about it - we were just going to be calm, give the facts, and let the chips fall where they may.
However, always expect the unexpected - at the beginning of "business from the floor" (where citizens get to provide input), a gentleman approached the microphone. He admitted that he was in favor of the ban, but that he didn't appreciate the fact that restaurants were not advised beforehand (despite several notices in the local paper). He also then asked why I - stating my name, occupation, and residency - was there (as well as other people) when this was passed, but why business owners weren't invited.
For some reason, this time...it was personal. Normally (despite some people's opinion), I'm not seeking self-promotion; I'm more than content being a background guy. However, I was singled out first...but I needed to bide my time. See what would happen.
Testimony progressed, and it was a continual back-and-forth: testimony about "rights to smoke" vs. scientific data about the health costs of secondhand smoke. People not voting on this vs. public health matters (like asbestos) not voted on. Parents of asthmatic children vs. older people wanting their right to smoke publicly. (Of course, the pro-smoking individuals couldn't consider putting their cigarettes out before dining).
After about an hour of give-and-take, I rose to give my testimony. Although I had prepared a dry, clinical presentation about health benefits, I decided to improvise. I thanked the council for their boldness, and reminded them that the public was behind this legislation. Businesses wouldn't suffer - in fact, businesses tend to thrive and improve. Finally, citing my employer's mission, I informed them that this was a key first step towards safe, healthy, drug-free communities. (E-mail me privately and I'll explain & debate)
Then, after some more testimony, including a gentleman who had researched all sorts of information against smokefree policies (and sounding like he had watched too many episodes of The X-Files) provided volumes of information for the city council. And then...the real fun began.
(Stay tuned, kids - it gets better)
July 15, 2004
Identity Crisis # 2 & JMS
Have to edit a blog that I was going to post yesterday - it's a little *too* up-close-and-personal, and was the result of too much stress, too much caffeine, not enough solid food. It's a kind of "romantic travails" essay...but more on that later.
First, after all of yesterday's hassles and triumphs, I got to pick up my weekly comics stash - JSA (man, I admire Geoff Johns - he can take all sorts of DC minutiae and whip 'em into a good story), The Escapist (and why haven't you read Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Klay yet?)...and Identity Crisis # 2. As I was discussing with the clerk at the Fantasy Shop in Maplewood (free plug!), this is the first time in a long time that I have wondered what would happen next in a comic. The JLA's "secret" is revealed, which explains a lot about certain aspects of DC Continuity...and a twist is revealed. Brad Meltzer really shows his mettle, and this simply is a pure joy, and another reason to keep living. I kid you not.
Speaking on the other end...J. Michael Straczynski (or JMS) has always, in my opinion, been a rather spotty writer. I appreciated what he tried to do on Babylon 5, and I have found his comic writing to be rather hit-or-miss.
It's hard for me to believe that the same guy who is writing a razor-sharp Supreme Power, a riff on an obscure Marvel group (itself a riff on the Justice League) also writes the Showtime original series Jeremiah, aka "Apocalypse 90210" (available through Netflix).
One is an intelligent real-world, Watchmen-esque study of super powered beings among us. The other is a slightly above average survey of life after "The Big Death", where all the adults died and the kids grew up to inherit...a mess. Luke Perry and Malcolm Jamal Warner play two men who meet in these circumstances, and deal with the outside world. This series has its moments, but pretty much foreshadows with a broad brush and...it's entertaining, but encourages me to seek out the Hermann Hueppen graphic novels which it is based on.
Enough of my yakkin' for now...
First, after all of yesterday's hassles and triumphs, I got to pick up my weekly comics stash - JSA (man, I admire Geoff Johns - he can take all sorts of DC minutiae and whip 'em into a good story), The Escapist (and why haven't you read Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Klay yet?)...and Identity Crisis # 2. As I was discussing with the clerk at the Fantasy Shop in Maplewood (free plug!), this is the first time in a long time that I have wondered what would happen next in a comic. The JLA's "secret" is revealed, which explains a lot about certain aspects of DC Continuity...and a twist is revealed. Brad Meltzer really shows his mettle, and this simply is a pure joy, and another reason to keep living. I kid you not.
Speaking on the other end...J. Michael Straczynski (or JMS) has always, in my opinion, been a rather spotty writer. I appreciated what he tried to do on Babylon 5, and I have found his comic writing to be rather hit-or-miss.
It's hard for me to believe that the same guy who is writing a razor-sharp Supreme Power, a riff on an obscure Marvel group (itself a riff on the Justice League) also writes the Showtime original series Jeremiah, aka "Apocalypse 90210" (available through Netflix).
One is an intelligent real-world, Watchmen-esque study of super powered beings among us. The other is a slightly above average survey of life after "The Big Death", where all the adults died and the kids grew up to inherit...a mess. Luke Perry and Malcolm Jamal Warner play two men who meet in these circumstances, and deal with the outside world. This series has its moments, but pretty much foreshadows with a broad brush and...it's entertaining, but encourages me to seek out the Hermann Hueppen graphic novels which it is based on.
Enough of my yakkin' for now...
July 12, 2004
Close Call
Thanks to my pal Ajay, I soon learned that the "Hot Ambercrombie Chick" is actually a guy...now, I'm all for freedom of speech, but not for freedom to assume another identity online.
(See the comments to "Sunday Evening Blog" for more details).
(See the comments to "Sunday Evening Blog" for more details).
July 11, 2004
Sunday Evening Blog
You know, when I started this, I thought it would be one of those fly-by-night things; after all, I kept a personal journal on my computer, so it wasn't like I would be posting my innermost secrets - just wanted to see where it took me, and it's an interesting process, to say the least.
Finished Hitchhiker - unless you're a hardcore Douglas Adams fan, I would avoid it. It's kind of, well, dull, and that's the last thing you would expect from Douglas Adams. Plus, I'm looking forward to making my way through some continually unread books I own, such as Reefer Madness, The Corrections, and a three-book Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series. (Of course, work will be keeping me busy, recovering from a big project and moving into a four-day conference in the city).
I'm also glad that many of my pals are bloggers - hell, I'm just glad I have friends. My sanity's been a little ragged lately, with all the drama that's going on...the brightest part of my weekend has been reading that a "Hot Ambercrombie Chick" linked to my blog. (Just click on her link - it's actually pretty cool).
Also watched Election, and it may be hitting too close to home, but it is one of the most evil, unwatchable movies I have ever seen. None of the characters are redeemable, and did we really need an erotic scene with Matthew Broderick? I think not.
Until next time, kids...
Finished Hitchhiker - unless you're a hardcore Douglas Adams fan, I would avoid it. It's kind of, well, dull, and that's the last thing you would expect from Douglas Adams. Plus, I'm looking forward to making my way through some continually unread books I own, such as Reefer Madness, The Corrections, and a three-book Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series. (Of course, work will be keeping me busy, recovering from a big project and moving into a four-day conference in the city).
I'm also glad that many of my pals are bloggers - hell, I'm just glad I have friends. My sanity's been a little ragged lately, with all the drama that's going on...the brightest part of my weekend has been reading that a "Hot Ambercrombie Chick" linked to my blog. (Just click on her link - it's actually pretty cool).
Also watched Election, and it may be hitting too close to home, but it is one of the most evil, unwatchable movies I have ever seen. None of the characters are redeemable, and did we really need an erotic scene with Matthew Broderick? I think not.
Until next time, kids...
July 9, 2004
Creativity in Action!
First, after a really short but intense week (Tuesday night in Jefferson County, Wednesday night in Chesterfield, Thursday night shuttling from Arnold to Fenton), I am proud to say that I completed the first draft of my novel! Yes, I didn't announce this previously, but sometimes, having a little drama in your personal life can be a good thing.
I also changed the look of my blog - nothing major; just wanted it to have a little bit more snap to it. (Of course, I had to import all the codes from my previous blog, so note to self: always save your old template code before making changes).
Finally, I sat and watched The Last Supper - no, Mel Gibson didn't make a prequel, but in these political times, it is very...interesting, and still very dark. Cameron Diaz, Ron Eldard, Ron Perlman, and a cast of others are featured in this comedy/drama about a group of friends who invite a guest every week for dinner. Released at the height of the PC era, it hits some very painful areas...but is well worth seeing. Rent it today.
And now, to bed.
I also changed the look of my blog - nothing major; just wanted it to have a little bit more snap to it. (Of course, I had to import all the codes from my previous blog, so note to self: always save your old template code before making changes).
Finally, I sat and watched The Last Supper - no, Mel Gibson didn't make a prequel, but in these political times, it is very...interesting, and still very dark. Cameron Diaz, Ron Eldard, Ron Perlman, and a cast of others are featured in this comedy/drama about a group of friends who invite a guest every week for dinner. Released at the height of the PC era, it hits some very painful areas...but is well worth seeing. Rent it today.
And now, to bed.
My Matt Groening Life
And no, I don't mean "The Simpsons" or "Futurama" - more like "Life in Hell".
This has been a very busy week for me - providing testimony for some city council meetings in the county, being election commissioner for a very contentious local election, trying to catch up on work, attending a SIDS health fair, feeling overworked, underpaid, and tired...but it was Wednesday night, at Chesterfield Mall, killing time before a meeting, when I realized that I really was in hell. Nothing could prepare me for the worst, for this soul-searing revelation.
Punky Brewster is out on CD...and you can buy it at Suncoast.
What sick, twisted mind devised this idea? What corner of freshly fallen hell did this individual come out of who thought this was smart? Punky Brewster is about this annoying little kid, her doddering old grandpa, and (I believe) a little robot monkey. The only thing worse than Punky Brewster is Small Wonder, where it's about an annoying little kid, his doddering dad, and a robot girl, and they fight crime, or something.
Right now, the best thing would be an all-expense paid trip to some exotic island where I can be pampered, catered to, and generally gain an ego reboost.
This has been a very busy week for me - providing testimony for some city council meetings in the county, being election commissioner for a very contentious local election, trying to catch up on work, attending a SIDS health fair, feeling overworked, underpaid, and tired...but it was Wednesday night, at Chesterfield Mall, killing time before a meeting, when I realized that I really was in hell. Nothing could prepare me for the worst, for this soul-searing revelation.
Punky Brewster is out on CD...and you can buy it at Suncoast.
What sick, twisted mind devised this idea? What corner of freshly fallen hell did this individual come out of who thought this was smart? Punky Brewster is about this annoying little kid, her doddering old grandpa, and (I believe) a little robot monkey. The only thing worse than Punky Brewster is Small Wonder, where it's about an annoying little kid, his doddering dad, and a robot girl, and they fight crime, or something.
Right now, the best thing would be an all-expense paid trip to some exotic island where I can be pampered, catered to, and generally gain an ego reboost.
July 7, 2004
My Five O'Clock World...
In my humble opinion, storms really frickin' suck. Monday, my power flipped out twice (and for some reason, my fridge was working but my freezer...let's just say warm Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ain't pretty), and I ended up spending most of the day asleep, recovering from my 4th of July partay-ing.
However, it wasn't all bad - started reading Hitchhiker by MJ Simpson (It's a biography of Douglas Adams, and it looks OK so far). Note to myself - quit
the frequent trips to the library and start reading the books you own. That way,
you can't be arrested for library card fraud. Also slogged my way through
Doctor Who: The Caves of Androzani (Robert Holmes is a frickin' genius - he
wrote the ultimate Doctor debut in "Spearhead from Space"; this is the ultimate
Doctor regeneration story), and took a lot of naps.
Tuesday at work - ugh! The roof in my office was drippy, the air was musty, and I spent half a day in Jefferson County. Whatever I did in a previous life, I'm getting karmically kicked in the heinie.
And finally, the world must be coming to an end - Simon & Simon is coming out on DVD.
However, it wasn't all bad - started reading Hitchhiker by MJ Simpson (It's a biography of Douglas Adams, and it looks OK so far). Note to myself - quit
the frequent trips to the library and start reading the books you own. That way,
you can't be arrested for library card fraud. Also slogged my way through
Doctor Who: The Caves of Androzani (Robert Holmes is a frickin' genius - he
wrote the ultimate Doctor debut in "Spearhead from Space"; this is the ultimate
Doctor regeneration story), and took a lot of naps.
Tuesday at work - ugh! The roof in my office was drippy, the air was musty, and I spent half a day in Jefferson County. Whatever I did in a previous life, I'm getting karmically kicked in the heinie.
And finally, the world must be coming to an end - Simon & Simon is coming out on DVD.
July 5, 2004
5th of July
Most of today I have spent napping, trying to wade through H.P. Lovecraft, cleaning up my apartment, and recovering from Fair St. Louis.
No, it wasn't chemically induced - last night, I went to see the Wallflowers play a free show, followed by a really intense fireworks display. I have to admit that I'm not exactly the Wallflower's biggest fan - enjoy their work, but Jakob Dylan's Springsteenish habits never appealed. Last night, however, I have to admit - they kicked out the jams. You know you're dealing with a really good band when 1) you don't check your watch during the show; 2) you're impressed when they encore with "The Kids are Alright" by the Who and "Peace, Love, and Understanding" by Elvis Costello (via Nick Lowe); and 3) you are willing to go and buy their records rather than download illegally.
(Just kidding about # 3, RIAA...or am I?
That was followed, after a seemingly eternal commercial, by a really intense fireworks display. I love big fireworks displays - why buy cheap fireworks and risk bodily injury when the professionals do it for you? Bright explosions of color so intense you actually feel the ground shake...man, that's it for me.
Other notable things: a friend and I walking through Laclede's Landing, trying to find a place to hang until the MetroLink lines thin out....running to a half-empty bar charging a $3 cover charge (!)...passing by a much smaller stage, hearing a very lame band, and realizing that it's the Gin Blossoms (aka the "Hey, Jealousy!" guys - how sad)...and then finishing up the night sitting in the basement of the Bi-State building eating really cheap Chinese food and digging the crowd...and finally, waking up in the morning to some really intense thunderstorms, and being able to just feed the cat and head back to bed.
If that doesn't say "fun", I don't know what does.
No, it wasn't chemically induced - last night, I went to see the Wallflowers play a free show, followed by a really intense fireworks display. I have to admit that I'm not exactly the Wallflower's biggest fan - enjoy their work, but Jakob Dylan's Springsteenish habits never appealed. Last night, however, I have to admit - they kicked out the jams. You know you're dealing with a really good band when 1) you don't check your watch during the show; 2) you're impressed when they encore with "The Kids are Alright" by the Who and "Peace, Love, and Understanding" by Elvis Costello (via Nick Lowe); and 3) you are willing to go and buy their records rather than download illegally.
(Just kidding about # 3, RIAA...or am I?
That was followed, after a seemingly eternal commercial, by a really intense fireworks display. I love big fireworks displays - why buy cheap fireworks and risk bodily injury when the professionals do it for you? Bright explosions of color so intense you actually feel the ground shake...man, that's it for me.
Other notable things: a friend and I walking through Laclede's Landing, trying to find a place to hang until the MetroLink lines thin out....running to a half-empty bar charging a $3 cover charge (!)...passing by a much smaller stage, hearing a very lame band, and realizing that it's the Gin Blossoms (aka the "Hey, Jealousy!" guys - how sad)...and then finishing up the night sitting in the basement of the Bi-State building eating really cheap Chinese food and digging the crowd...and finally, waking up in the morning to some really intense thunderstorms, and being able to just feed the cat and head back to bed.
If that doesn't say "fun", I don't know what does.
July 4, 2004
Two Cool Comics, er, I mean, "Graphic Novels"....
If you're looking for two cool reads, don't want to slog through a lot of texts, and you still can't locate that copy of The DaVinci Code, here are two really cool graphic novels you might enjoy.
First, I checked Fables: Animal Farm out of the public library (something which was not considered when I was small and wee). The premise is simple: all our favorite fairy tale characters were ridden out, and have made lives among us. When I saw the book, I thought it was a lame premise...but reading the 2nd story arc, I am really wanting to get the collected first arc, or (honor or honors) have it in my pull file at the Fantasy Shop in Maplewood.
(BTW, if you work there, just give me a slight percent discount for the free plug)
Anyway, another really good book is Kurt Busiek's Astro City, and after discussing it with some of my coworkers, I submitted to temptation and purchased Astro City: Confession, the trade paperback of the first extended arc. It's about a young man who comes to Astro City and becomes a hero's apprentice. It has everything: high drama, great characterization, a still-can't-see-it-coming twist in the middle...and a lame dude named Crackerjack. If that doesn't spell good reading, I don't know what does.
First, I checked Fables: Animal Farm out of the public library (something which was not considered when I was small and wee). The premise is simple: all our favorite fairy tale characters were ridden out, and have made lives among us. When I saw the book, I thought it was a lame premise...but reading the 2nd story arc, I am really wanting to get the collected first arc, or (honor or honors) have it in my pull file at the Fantasy Shop in Maplewood.
(BTW, if you work there, just give me a slight percent discount for the free plug)
Anyway, another really good book is Kurt Busiek's Astro City, and after discussing it with some of my coworkers, I submitted to temptation and purchased Astro City: Confession, the trade paperback of the first extended arc. It's about a young man who comes to Astro City and becomes a hero's apprentice. It has everything: high drama, great characterization, a still-can't-see-it-coming twist in the middle...and a lame dude named Crackerjack. If that doesn't spell good reading, I don't know what does.
No More Heroes Anymore?
(Quick note - although it claims you have to subscribe to read the article cited, you can get a "day pass" - you have to click through a brief web commercial, but you get to read this...and a really kewl article on Husker Du's classic album, ZenArcade)
To be honest, I had strange heroes growing up - most kids liked baseball, basketball, football...except for Walter Payton, my role models were Doctor Who (the Jon Pertwee version), John Steed of the Avengers, and Ralph Nader. There was something inherently cool about guys who took on bigger causes, fought evil, and were able to do it (although maybe not in Nader's case) with charm, flair, and wit.
When I was looking up an article on a favorite album, I came across this
Salon article about Ralph Nader, and quite frankly...if half of what is said is true, I'm disappointed, but not surprised.
It's easy to see oneself as the kind of Raymond Chandler-esque, "down these mean streets a man must walk who is himself not mean, neither tarnished nor afraid" kind of person, that taking on great causes means that you yourself are indestructibe or beyond reproach. (Look at what has happened/is happening with Michael Moore. It's considering yourself the only bastion of truth, justice, and the American way...and making sure everyone knows it. (In all fairness, I've pulled this kind of thing myself).
I guess the Stranglers were right - no more heroes anymore...
To be honest, I had strange heroes growing up - most kids liked baseball, basketball, football...except for Walter Payton, my role models were Doctor Who (the Jon Pertwee version), John Steed of the Avengers, and Ralph Nader. There was something inherently cool about guys who took on bigger causes, fought evil, and were able to do it (although maybe not in Nader's case) with charm, flair, and wit.
When I was looking up an article on a favorite album, I came across this
Salon article about Ralph Nader, and quite frankly...if half of what is said is true, I'm disappointed, but not surprised.
It's easy to see oneself as the kind of Raymond Chandler-esque, "down these mean streets a man must walk who is himself not mean, neither tarnished nor afraid" kind of person, that taking on great causes means that you yourself are indestructibe or beyond reproach. (Look at what has happened/is happening with Michael Moore. It's considering yourself the only bastion of truth, justice, and the American way...and making sure everyone knows it. (In all fairness, I've pulled this kind of thing myself).
I guess the Stranglers were right - no more heroes anymore...
July 2, 2004
Instant Stress Relievers - Just in Time for the 4th of July!
First, I just had to blog about this - a big frickin' hot dog. Hot Dogs = Power Food
Ok, I haven't been as blogworthy as usual - between a very contentious election for Metropolis (which I really didn't want to do, but got suckered, er, I mean, volunteered), finishing up a major tobacco education project for work, giving testimony last night in Arnold (the bill we were working on passed 5 - 2), working on a novel, and other various life activities, things have been busy and stressful. Of course, I have found the perfect stress reliever....
Futurama on DVD - nothing eases your stress quite like a robot saying, "Bite my shiny metal @$$"
Ok, I haven't been as blogworthy as usual - between a very contentious election for Metropolis (which I really didn't want to do, but got suckered, er, I mean, volunteered), finishing up a major tobacco education project for work, giving testimony last night in Arnold (the bill we were working on passed 5 - 2), working on a novel, and other various life activities, things have been busy and stressful. Of course, I have found the perfect stress reliever....
Futurama on DVD - nothing eases your stress quite like a robot saying, "Bite my shiny metal @$$"
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