Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Why in the world would Grandaddy Johnny pick his very pretty Granddaughter soccer mom-turned governor to be his running mate? Oh, I know.....she's a conservative and all of that. But that glaring lack of any national or foreign policy experience seems to be a serious liability, rather than an asset, to the ticket. She could seriously be his daughter or even granddaughter. Just look at them. It's the strangest faces you've ever seen together on any ticket, let alone a GOP ticket. Ever. The old and the young. Sort of like an AARP commercial recruiting new members. Or his mistress. But she does bring Jesus to the ticket. And guns. And that's a huge player in this nation of nonthinking, nonanalytical Christians who could care less about the long-term effects of such a choice in this terrorism-filled world. "It's okay, Jesus will help her....," I can just hear it now. We've got a nation filled with white bread families -- one daddy, one mommy, and 2.5 little cute children plus a nice mini van -- who will vote for her. Absentminded. No ability to process right from wrong. And no sense to actually stand up for themselves and speak out. They'll follow the encouragement of their pastors and other good Christian figures .... right off of a cliff if they must (remember Jonestown??). But they will never have the ability to step forth and say, "No, I won't support her." She just doesn't have what it takes to actually be President of this country were something to happen to McCain. It's not pretty, folks. It's damned scary, quite frankly, that's all they could come up with. But, realistically speaking, you watch, you wait, you'll see....I'm afraid we're in for a very long, sad and scary next two months. And hate me if you must, but as much energy and excitement as I am feeling for the Obama-Biden ticket, I have this (continued) sinking feeling for the people of this nation and their ability to make well-balanced, right, proper, responsible decisions.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
And then, on our last day there, it hit me....my mind started whirring, thinking, wondering..... I grabbed some green tomatoes from the vine, tossed in just a little fresh ripened red tomatoes, a bit of summer peach, a finely diced jalapeno, basil, salt and pepper, olive oil, and a squeeze of fresh lemon juice to create a sort of salsa. I piled it inside of a pita bread sandwich but it could just as easily been served alongside a charbroiled chicken breast or piece of fish. Or with warm tortilla chips. It was delicious and disappeared quickly.
And should I mention the homemade peace cobbler -- warm and straight out of the oven -- that we finished off our meal with? See, there are some horribly redeeming qualities about Idaho.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
"The Japs make a pretty good car....."
"The damned Jew bitch...."
"The Mormons have three, four or five Jesus's......"
That's is so far ----
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
And all the while, I was gay. I knew it. I have no idea if they knew it. It's one of those areas of my life that still brings me great joy when I hear the music or look at the pictures....and there are thousands. I've been able to reconnect with a few friends since my coming out. Most have been horribly understanding. A few have not -- for which I pity them. You see, I would have had to take my partner with me -- in fact, I'd want to....I wouldn't do it any other way. And I'm so forthright now that it would be "just the way it is" when I introduced him to my past -- strangers to him. I would expect nothing but warmth and smiles from them. And I have a feeling that's exactly what I'd receive. Because they are that kind of people -- good, solid, happy folks with tremendous energy and drive. Even if our faiths are horribly different now. In fact, dramatically varied in paths. Tonight as my honey and I were driving along the Columbia River in the hot summer heat with Mt. Hood in front of us, I remembered that tonight a couple thousand of my former buddies were gathering to celebrate and remember in Anaheim. And I got kind of melancholy. I sort of wish that we were there. To say hi, throw hugs, remember the many crazy times from the past 40 years, listen to great music, and to -- maybe -- even allow them the opportunity to see that there are other beautiful pieces of life beyond what our eyes can actually see. Way beyond life on a pew. I miss them. I hope they miss me too.
The region and it's farm fields are one heck of a beautiful place to spend the weekend, drink a little wine, and grab yourself a bag of yummy onions on the way home.
And if you're lucky, maybe you'll even with the Miss Walla Walla contest.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Anybody want to be Daddy's Girl? Apparently you'd get paid for it during daytime hours. After 10pm though, who knows what happens. I guess it's gratuitous work at that point.
(In front of the Crowne Plaza near the Lloyd Center in Portland.)
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Boil one package of your favorite pasta -- I used a fresh tortellini pasta from Trader Joe's with pesto filling. Drain and return to pot while hot. While the pasta is boiling, chop the following: Small amount of minced onion, chopped fresh tomato, fresh parsley, walnuts, sun-dried tomatoes. Add a handful of fresh spinach, spoonful of butter or margarine, heaping tablespoon full of fresh chopped garlic, and good dose of olive oil. Stir with rubber spatula to avoid damaging the tortellini. Top with your favorite shaved cheese. Serve alongside a dolled-up garden salad filled with every vegetable you can find. You'll have the world's best meal ever. Easy!
P.S. -- Don't ever tell anyone that I don't share old family secret recipes with you.
P.S.S. -- You may want to finish up your evening with good quality vanilla bean ice cream topped with fresh Oregon blackberries. It's not so bad.