Quote of the Day:

Erin: "I put that up so we could snuggle."

Adam: ""I put it down because I hate you."

(said in the theater, regarding the armrest, after Erin chose to
occupy the very same seat Adam wanted.)

How about a state that offers citizenship but not residence.

How about a state that offers citizenship but not residence.

Imagine a globalized city, with actual physical resources, an economy, citizens, institutions, and cultures already in place.  Now suppose that the citizens of that soverign city extended citizenship to every person on this planet, sharing all rights, laws and economies they enjoy with all.  Every child, from central Wyoming to Tokyo, would guaranteed access to the laws and economy of this city.  In the city, they would have to right to a fair trial.  No matter where they lived, they would be guaranteed the right to participate in the markets of that city.  What would not be guaranteed, however, would be the right to physically occupy space in the city.  Though the freedoms offered could be described as non-corporal, their implications (access to a fair and balanced legal system, access to globe spanning markets and access to the entire world’s culture) could safeguard, elevate, and set free the souls of all people. 

There are complications and downsides.  This will be for next time, naturally.

Its been a few days...

Heather and Colleen left for San Francisco Monday afternoon, after toast and coffee on The Lanai, culminating a weekend of cooking, eating, and a little bit of Singstar.

After the reunion brunch, the three Kings and one Derrig went to Sunshine Market to provision for what would become an epic culinary adventure.  An incomplete list must include: local smoked trout and grilled corn filled ravioli with a sage and butter sauce, build your own turkey Reubens, an heirloom tomato and blue cheese tart, 2 kinds of ice cream (Saffron/Rose and Apricot/Raspberry), grilled flatbread with hummus, grilled eggplant and corn...     

Heather was amazing in the kitchen.  I knew it was going to be fun when I asked her if 8 eggs were enough and she gave this, "Hell no." kind of response.  We ended up using nearly 3 dozen over the 2 nights she and Colleen were here together.  I've been aware of Heather's food savantery from the times years ago that she and Colleen would come to my Mom's and my house to make christmas cookies; I remember her making ganache (which I looked at as a dark (he he) art at the time) for some chocolate cookies she was working on without batting an eyelash.  Over the course of the weekend, she would get up off the couch and say something like: "I'm going to just throw together this souffle." 

I've not needed a dinner much larger than cheese and crackers since the weekend.  

Heather is here!

The plan was that she was going to blast down here from Mendocino
early this morning but as things turned out she didn't make it until
about noon, which turned out to be perfect because I was not feeling
the get up early and make breakfast vibe. Instead Deb and I went to
Calistoga and bought a flat of organic strawberries and some amazing
smoked trout from the farmers market. By the time she got here the
pancake batter was half made and we all sat down to a nice late
breakfast.

A Dream

I just woke up from a dream in which I was watching a broadcast of President Bush make another tired and hollow claim about defending the world from evil and Terror. It was on television and was being presented by a famous news anchor, Dan Rather I think. Along with the anchor there was a thin vaguely Asian man with white hair and odd teeth. He had the air of a sign language interpreter about him, but he was speaking and as I listened I realized he was speaking a soft, stylized English.

After the president's speech, the anchor and the white haired man stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the people in the television studio with their arms around each other. The speech had just ended and in the wake of the twisted logic and doublespeak of our leader, these two men did something extraordinary. They began to sing.

It was a variation of our national anthem but instead of a poem about "That glorious fight," they sang instead of a fragile hope that we might deliver our selves from the grasp of fascism and empire coming from our own leaders and take back our freedom and good name in a time of madness and evil.

I found myself sitting next to my mother in front of the television and when the new words of anthem came up on the screen, karaoke style, we sang along.

Porta Potty, Zeitgeist

North Beach Lunch

The Cuz' and I have wandered down to San Francisco for a little big city outing. After a late lunch at Caffe Delucchi in North Beach the plan is to walk up to the Coit Tower and take in the sights of this hilly little town. Colleen was here once before with her sister, Cousin Heather.

In a few hours we are going to meet up with my good friend Ryan from my Zazie days.

Okay, the little side salads are here so it's time to go.