Why the democratic party blows: the filibuster compromise

The Democrats in the senate do negotiate with terrorists. That’s the short of it. They’re willing to legitimize the threat to dismantle minority rights by buying it off, thereby neutering the protections. And the American people as a whole are more fond of the schoolyard bully than the bullied. A principled approach of “The Republicans have made heavy use of this tactic in the past and are now disarming it for their current political advantage. We think this is the wrong way to conduct the country’s business, and will not legitimize their terrorist threat to reshape the government at their whim by giving them what they want.” I could certainly see the senate Republicans removing the fillibuster for as long as they retain a majority, then on the eve of losing a majority switching the rules so that 80% (or some other ridiculous number) is required to a) break a fillibuster and b) change senate rules.

The sad thing is, I don’t think much better of the Democrats in terms of adhering to principle v chasing power. What they all seem to have missed is why the rules were put there in the first place. Riots in the street are never pretty. Fuck the two party system. If nobody has a majority, nobody runs the show alone. Proportional representation and instant run-off voting are where it should be at. And while we’re at it, why not a national referendum with a 2/3 threshold? And a pony. Definitely a pony.

Weekend plans

So, tonight, I’m hanging out with , and several other lj homos, in a mexican w/tequilas, then drinking & dancing sort of plan. Then tomorrow it’s off to southern illinois, where I’ll be staying with some deeply catholic relatives until monday afternoon (fortunately also with wireless), with a big picnic/barbeque at lake ulrich on sunday (it’d fit right in with several minneapolis ‘lakes’ in terms of size).

Should be an adventure.

Some athleticism may be required

My new apartment is fabulous, and even has a huge mirror/medicine cabinet that faces the shower. So I will be seeing how I look naked on a daily basis. At present, this is showing me visibly how I’ve let myself go in the past year. It’s not dramatic, but when you have as little muscle as I do, it doesn’t take much to go from lean to out of shape. Fortunately, this also means that the trip back needn’t be dramatic either. It’s just extra incentive to find my way to the gym. =)

Pronto.

The new place

I love my new neighborhood. Any place that has 5 different languages on the restaurant signs is doing something right (english, spanish, arabic, korean (I think), and french). Also, this is the only part of town where I’ve seen the L running at street level, and I hadn’t seen it before today. Did I mention that the L is nearby, my apartment is fabulous, and the people I’m subleasing from are cool? Oh, and I beat them at a simpsons knock off of GTA which I’ve never played before. Yay. I also ate at ‘the best persian restaurant in chicago’ which is right around the corner. There is so very much right about this place.

Plus, they understand my needs for wireless, which I should be scamming from the tragic downstairs neighbors, but I can’t get the encryption passkey to work.

The tragic downstairs neighbor is another not-quite-ex-gay (my first experience with such being a date-with-some-surprises I had in pittsburgh, which started off badly and turned disastrous). He’s a sysadmin in a windows based *shudder* office which has “national” and “evangelical” in the title *double shudder*. He and his boyfriend have agreed not to “fool around”. He is in the closet at work. He is, of course, cute. And thinking about getting a master’s degree in comp sci. (Just say ‘no’).

Part of me wants to rescue him, equal parts lust and concern (as if I could, as if he would). Another part knows that he’s an adult, and thus free to fuck up his life any way he wants. Yet another part of me thinks that doing anything which could complicate a relationship which can sustain itself for over two years in the absence of sex is the approximate equivalent of trying to piss on the mona lisa. I don’t think the mona lisa is all that, but pretend I do. If anything, I’m oversexed, and under emotionally connected, maybe I can learn something valuable from them.

Enh, it’s compelling in that trainwreck sort of way, but they’re moving away into a condo in the middle of June anyway.

For those of you who’ve read octavia butler’s oankali series, I think of this as a view very similar to what the oankali had of humanity. For those of you who haven’t read it, I must strongly recommend correcting this error. =) Start with “dawn”. The oankali always made way more sense to me than the humans in that series.

The persian restaurant had phenomenal service and very tasty food, which combined with my eating speed to produce a bloated-feeling scu. Sadly, their vegetarian selection is lacking and their prices are high, so I shan’t be returning too often.

I think I’m going to like it here.

Moving preparations and long range future plans

Lamer me.

Yesterday I cleaned the apartment, with a little help from my lovely assistant/roommate, . It is looking much better. I also ripped up all but three credit card offers. Given how many I’ve collected, I nearly have a blister on my thumb solely from the ripping process. This is way more advance prep than I’ve made more than 24 hours in advance for any move.

Then I skipped out on pre-arranged gaming time with Andrew and Trevor to show the apartment to a dude who never showed, and a last minute add-on who hasn’t called back (this was the lamer part) and I didn’t keep them informed, doh. I suspect I’ll be paying the $1,200 over the course of the summer, which blows, but so it goes.

I had another grappling with anxiety this morning, and confusion about where I want to be in life. Chatting with on monday, I started thinking seriously about teaching again. This may also be because I ran across my CBEST (California Basic Educational Skills Test) results while cleaning. The most appealing work I’ve envisioned for myself after I’m done here has been teaching at a community college. And if that seems inspirational, then something is definitely wrong. Though, I suppose if I want to go where the need is greatest, my talents are well matched, I have some experience, and I would enjoy my work, I could certainly do worse. I think I may be a bit [a lot] too caught up in the romance of the ‘save the world’ idea. And not attending enough to my personal needs.