Thursday, April 22, 2010
Sean Previl, a Canadian college student/singer/actor, has been posting on OS for most of this year now. He has a smattering of followers, who have encouraged him as he ventured out of the safe shelter of a rigidly structured style of posting that would start with a detailed description of his morning rituals - brushing teeth, breakfast, etc - but always included a brief capsule of his daily adventures with a dollop or two of his hopes and dreams and a conclusion of whatever Asperger's symptoms he'd exhibited that day.
His blog style has evolved into a more natural narrative style, which includes more reflection and less boilerplate. Today's post calls for celebration. Sean includes a brief autobiography that gives us a glimpse inside the head of a talented, sociable child struggling through the emotional challenges of getting to know himself and find friends and enjoy life despite the disorder that has frustrated and discouraged many people.
Please check the fellow out. You may be surprised!
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Monday, March 29, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
I have been inspired by SageMerlin's efforts to arrange OS get-togethers. I would like to establish a tradition of a Memorial Day Weekend Party on Long Island, centered at my house.
I have a four bedroom house on the South Shore of Long Island in Nassau County, with an average-size backyard. I am 40-minute train ride from Penn Station, the railroad hub of NYC. Penn is two blocks away from the Empire State Building. It would not be difficult to park in my suburban neighborhood.There is a school playground two blocks away.
We have squeezed as many as 65 people in our house.
My idea of domesticity is arranging my books in alphabetical order. Our lawn is entirely native plants, not grass. Once you have been to my house, you will never be embarrassed by your housekeeping standards again.
I am less than 3 miles away from Hempstead Lake State Park, which features picnic areas, bike and hiking paths, tennis, fishing, 3 lakes (not for swimming), and a carousel. I am 15 minutes away from Jones Beach, one the the best beaches anywhere.
The hotels/motels around here would be much cheaper than anything in Manhattan. I love to be a guide to Manhattan. I have absolutely no idea how many OS writers live in the New York Metropolitan area. Please either comment on this post or email me at email@example.com if you want to help me organize it or if you could plan to come.
I want a party, not a convention. I have lots of experience organizing family picnics of my huge extended family. You have to schedule the picnic at the same time each year. Then people can start to arrange their schedule around it. I believe in potluck picnics where no one is in charge of the food and divine inspiration makes it a success.
Please share this invitation with your OS friends in the NYC metropolitan area.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Feel free describe your own best posts. I don't particularly expect OS Superstars to volunteer to be co-authors.
I hope people will find excellent posts that never got the attention they needed or that seem even more relevant now than when they were first posted.
I want to establish a link list to the editor's OS blogs. That is very easily done on Blogger. Please let me know if you don't want to be included for some reason.
I hope people will write posts devoted to their own favorite bloggers. Don't worry about insulting people. I am going to moderate comments and will delete abusive ones.
As administrator, I do have the capacity to edit posts. I will confine myself to making clickable links and testing whether they work.
Make sure you give your posts subject headings (not the recommended blogger's name). I am adding a subject list on the right hand side. I hope you will list yourself as a subject. Then people can look for your posts.
You will notice that Blogger frowns on more than one person posting to the blog at a time. Just wait a few minutes.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Part 1: Quiet Night, Nightlight
For some reason I woke up at about 2 a.m. this morning after having dozed off again on the couch. The quietness got my attention. By quiet I mean that there was no traffic noise, no kid noise, just some night birds out on their rounds. So I went out on the balcony to absorb it. I loved the peacefulness of that quiet.
Looking around while breathing in the fresh nighttime air, I noticed something that I first spotted about a month ago. The City of Vista, California where I live is building a new $55 million City Hall (in California they’re called “Civic Centers”). OK, nothing wrong with that because the City has been using an old decrepit elementary school for a City Hall for about 25-30 years.
New City Hall at 3:00 a.m. Turn out the lights!
So what’s bugging me? Well, the new City Hall is about 300 yards in a straight line from my balcony. It’s 3 stories high so I can see it from where I live. Why do the construction people have to leave the lights on in the entire structure 24/7? Can’t someone turn the lights off at night except for necessary security lights? How much is that costing the taxpayers?
Part 2: Dark Tunnel, NoLight
One stinking, lousy streetlight. That’s all I wanted and all I asked for. What I got was a painted line. A painted line is better than nothing. But it doesn’t diminish the darkness.
What the hell am I talking about? Just a little difference of opinion I had with the City of Vista, California where I live. You see there’s this intersection a couple of blocks from where I live. The intersection of South Citrus Ave. and Eucalyptus. It’s 2 blocks from the downtown. There are no streetlights. And at night it’s dark. Real dark. Spooky dark.
I’m consider myself to be a really good driver and this intersection (especially turning right from Eucalyptus to Citrus) is scary. As soon as you start to turn right, the street starts to descend to where you can’t see the right shoulder. You have to know it’s there and how far you can or can’t get over.
Just a stinking, lousy streetlight--Please!
So, I sent an e-mail to the City Street department which got bucked over to the Engineering Department which contacted me to tell me that there wasn’t any money in the budget for a streetlight there but that I was welcome to contact the power company and pay for it myself. Say what? My response that I was referring to public property was met by an offer to paint a white line along the shoulder at the turn to mark it better. OK, better than nothing.
Well, I hadn’t driven through there in a good 6 months until recently. And I had forgotten just how dark it is. It’s dangerous dark to the point where I’m uncomfortable driving it. It’s also dangerous for any pedestrians who might be out at night. And, there’s been at least one mugging there too.
Is it too much to ask for one stinking, lousy street light at this intersection and for the damn city to turn off the lights at the City Hall construction site at night?
Part 3: To My Congressman
Darrell Issa is the Congressman for my district. He lists his address as the city where I live, Vista, California. Rep. Issa was vehemently opposed to the new HealthCare legislation recently passed by Congress.
Now, if and when Rep. Issa is “home” in Vista, I’m sure that he lives in a pretty good neighborhood. (Let’s put it this way, if you’ve ever bought a security alarm for a car, there’s pretty good odds that it’s a “Viper” made by Issa’s company). This guy is, according to Wikipedia, the wealthiest Congressman.
So, I’m guessing that Rep. Issa has rarely, if ever, been into my neighborhood of Vista (it’s an area that my wife described as “semi-barrio” when we first started dating). He’s got his. And his constituents tend to be the affluent Republicans who tend to flock together in this area.
Unfortunately, there’s a lot of them and all he has to do is keep them happy. The type of people who live in my neighborhood tend to be less likely to vote and less likely to complain. They’re too busy trying to make ends meet.
But, I’ve always had this thought that a Congressman or Legislator or City Council member needs to represent all of his or her constituents (pretty damn naïve for someone with a Master’s degree in Political Science, isn’t it).
So here’s my point—it’s an invitation. Congressman, come on over to my apartment. It’s just a half-block off Vista Way and you won’t have to go too far into the Hispanic Townsite neighborhood that the paper invariably refers to as “hardscrabble”.
Let’s hang out on the balcony for about an hour and just observe. I’ll even throw some burgers or sausage on the grill. But, let’s observe the people of this neighborhood. They’re your constituents too. Who are they? What are they?
They’re overwhelmingly brown. They’ve got families. They walk more places than you do because they don’t have much money. Many don’t have cars. The hold their children’s hands as they walk. The little girls look like gorgeous dolls and the boys like mischievous rascals. You can sense and feel the love they’re given. Love has nothing to do with economics. Except that if you don’t have much to give, you can still give love—it’s inexhaustible.
The teens are typical and normal. Even though they might not have much, they’ve got i-Pods and cell phones. Someone sacrificed to get them too. It’s not like a lot of other neighborhoods were there is no economic sacrifice and people have plenty.
So this is our neighborhood. Notice the young Moms with toddlers who are pregnant again. I wonder what kind of health insurance they’ve got? I wonder what kind of pre-natal care they’re getting.
Come on over, Rep. Issa. We won’t make a big press deal out of it or anything—that’s not the point. Just observe (no entourage or security). And maybe you can wander out and talk to a few. Find out what’s on their minds. Don’t worry, most speak English. It’s cool to listen to the kids going to school or coming home seamlessly switching back and forth from English to Spanish all the while sounding like what they are—kids.
And after you hang out for a bit, head on back to Shadowridge Country Club. Maybe some of the guys there who are trimming the bushes live in my neighborhood. And maybe, you’ll be able to understand just a little bit better.
Come on over, Rep. Issa. Just for an hour.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
UberDorkGirlie's blog is Life in Monkeyland--Random Babblings of an Uber Dork
Bio: "You have stumbled upon the new blog (i.e. random babblings) of a quirky single mom. A shoot-from-the-hip, anti-pink (yet almost gaggingly perky), non-traditional, can cuss like a sailor but loves insanely and has the save the world syndrome gal who is bracing for a future as a Crazy Cat Lady though she secretly hopes like hell it doesn't come true. Enjoy your stay and feel free to say hi- I don't bite. Well, unless we're dating and you are into that type of thing or you contain peanut butter. >;-) I will knit for tattoos."
Latest Post: I'm Allergic to Ammonia and Mismatched Russian Stacking Dolls.
Approximately 13 minutes into third period, Mr. C’s accelerated chemistry class knew I was wearing red and black plaid bikini underwear. Yup. Good times. I was proudly perched on my lab stool eagerly ready to learn when he began demonstrating the lesson. As soon as the smell hit me… thunk. That was the day I found out I was allergic to ammonia. And that my face is capable of turning the exact shade of red in that damn plaid underwear. It took until fifth period for news of my underwear sighting to properly reach the whole school. It took until winter before I would wear a short skirt again. With tights. THICK ONES.
This new blogger blog, OS Editor's Picks, is an alternative to Open Salon's cover page and editor's picks. 100 co-authors can participate.
Email firstname.lastname@example.org to receive an invitation.
Too often newcomers join Open Salon, post a few times, are ignored, and leave before we knew they were there. To them it must seem we spend more time squabbling with one another than reading people we don't already know.
Not only newcomers get lost. Many excellent writers have been posting for months or years and never been discovered except by a few loyal readers. Serious posts are neglected while frivolous ones attract huge ratings.