Sunday, May 3, 2020

BAUMBLOG: April 22, 2020: Wake up Congress & Walk in Hood


APRIL 22, 2020: Wake Up Congress! + Walk in the 'Hood

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I have a lot of necklaces, and no one sees them nowadays, so I intend to inflict them on YOU, Bloggelinis! This is my current fave, a Tree of Life -- very apropos for this moment, considering I greatly prefer living to the alternative. I got it last year when
Carolyn and I stopped at Mt. Shasta City Park, where you can find the headwaters of the Sacramento River! Yes! An important river begins in a beautiful rocky spring in the middle of town. Carolyn and a lot of other people are in the habit of stopping there to fill up jugs with this pure, delicious water. It's a wonderful communal scene that reminds me of an earlier time. And there they were next to their rainbow-painted van, two beautiful young hippie women selling jewelry that they made.

I will try to figure out how to take more flattering selfies in the future. I did put on eyebrow pencil in an effort to beautify. But you know how it is with eyebrow pencil. One brow is always darker than the other, so you try to match them. But then you end up making the SECOND brow darker. So you darken the FIRST brow, which is now DARKER than the second brow again, so you go back to the second brow.... etc. etc. until you end up with two black worms on your forehead. I stopped before that point.

So. Yesterday I delved into Buddhism, whose message has often been condensed into two words:

ACT APPROPRIATELY!

What IS appropriate action at this moment? Of course many things are appropriate to do now -- write a blog, wipe down your counters, wear a mask when you leave the house... But is there something we might be overlooking? Something that might be considered an elephant in the room? Hmmmmm?

You know, I always wondered how the world let the Holocaust happen. But then, when Global Warming became an issue, I understood. When a problem is really enormous and complex and difficult to solve, it is really human nature to just look the other way. Hey, maybe it won't affect ME. Maybe I'll DIE before the shit hits the fan.

No such luck for us. No such luck for the whole world, but REALLY no such luck for us in the U.S. We are heading toward being a failed state -- if we're not already there. We cannot wait for Joe Biden to become President on January 20, 2021 -- assuming there IS an election and assuming he wins the Electoral College.

Nurses demonstrated outside the White House yesterday demanding Personal Protective Equipment. (Please consider subscribing to Common Dreams, which published this article. You will get news and viewpoints you don't find other places.)


And in the Target Store in San Francisco, my friend Deb saw two men get into a fight over toilet paper. It started when one man took all 20 rolls that were left.

No-TP Man: Hey, please don't take it all. I need some for my family.

TP Man: I couldn't care less about your family

No-TP Man: Listen, they're here with me. See? There are four of us. Come on. You don't need all those rolls.

TP Man: It's none of your fucking business what I do or don't need.

No-TP Man grabs a roll out of TP Man's cart. They get into a fight. At no point do the Target employees make any effort to interfere. When TP Man checks out with 19 rolls of toilet paper, they gladly sell it all to him. The No-TP man checks out with one roll.

We need to act now. We must demand that the only vaguely democratically elected body --- THE HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES -- stand up on its hind legs and take charge. We need to protest, like the nurses. We all need to protest at the offices of our member of the House of Representatives.

How will the House take charge? How will they demand that the country turn its gigantic resources to making the medical equipment necessary? How will they schedule the mass testing that must happen and get the supplies? How will they then quarantine all the people who test positive? How will they organize distribution of food and income subsidies so that people are not starving or evicted? They can figure that out. That's what happened during the Great Depression and World War II.

Yes, it would be lovely to have an inspired, humane and charismatic leader like FDR. But we ain't got that. And we won't have that even if Biden IS elected. And you know what? Maybe that's okay. Maybe this is our chance to connect to the woman or man who most closely represents US at the federal level, and make them RESPONSIVE to us!

Next Monday, April 27, at noon, I will be demonstrating in front of Congresswoman Pelosi's office. I urge you all to do the same in front of YOUR Congressperson's office. We will demonstrate properly masked and keeping 6 feet apart, like the nurses did. I urge you to organize in your own Congressional District. Or, if you live in the Bay Area, you are welcome to come to PELOSI'S office, since she is by far the most powerful elected Democrat in the land. And we will do it every Monday at noon until Congress starts doing what's needed!

Please reply and tell me what you're doing. And if anyone needs cardboard for picket signs, I have a zillion house signs left over from my campaign for Mayor, and you can come and pick some up. Please forward this to all who might be interested.

And if you can think of something that makes more sense than this plan, please tell me.

Alright! Now, the Walk:

Carolyn told me you could easily walk on the streetcar tracks to Dolores Park from 23rd St., because the J Church isn't running, as is true of most of the busses and streetcars in San Francisco. The J Church runs along people's backyards at that point, in an effort to avoid 22nd Street, which used to be in the Guinness Book of Records as the steepest street in the world.

Now Baldwin Street in Dunedin, New Zealand and Ffordd Pen Llech, in Harlech, Wales have been duking it out for steepest street. In fact, last year, it was Ffordd, but then the Dunedin folks pointed out the gradient was measured on the INSIDE CURVE, which is essentially cheating! But the Dunedinners are very gracious winners, acknowledging Harlech as a beautiful town.

ANYHOW, 22nd Street really used to be in the Guinness Book of Records. But I'm okay with letting it go. I mean, come on, it's like an embarrassment of riches here. I always feel bad when we win a sports championship, because it seems to me that other cities need it more.

So. The backyard streetcar tracks. On the way, I ran into a Pandemic birthday party! There's the birthday girl, Lisa, on the far right.






The entrance to the ILLEGAL tracks! As someone who tries desperately to break through her Good Girl heritage, I get a thrill doing anything the least bit against the law. What if I get CAUGHT??!?



A classic white Victorian with a bower of yellow roses. I'm partial to yellow roses. I have a bush in my backyard, planted in memory of my dear departed Marty Selim, master of muffins -- and everyone's favorite dinner guest. Not many like him survived the AIDS epidemic. No yellow roses blooming at the moment in my garden. These roses are a delicious deep buttery yellow. Mine are paler, but with more fragrance.






Oooohhh! Here's someone who's REALLY daring!









The pups had fun romping! On the left, Loulou's got four feet off the ground!



And then coming out at Dolores Park..




It's a wonderful sloped place with a view of downtown and the bay and the East Bay hills. Before the pandemic, it would ALWAYS be very crowded in nice weather. Dolores Park is used a LOT.







And then, on the way home, in the Castro, I came upon.....
THE SEVEN DWARVES OF THE PANDEMIC!
1.SLEEPY
2.SNACKY
3.???????
4.STRESSY
5.STINKY
6.DRINKY
7.HAIRY
All for today, Bloggelinis. I sure hope that some of you like my idea of doing something.
Terry

BAUMBLOG: A Walk Up Vulcan Steps

APRIL 18, 2020: A WALK UP VULCAN STEPS

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I'm waiting for the beautiful face mask I ordered from Lola. But this will certainly do until that arrives.
There are many stairway walks in San Francisco. I found myself at the bottom of Vulcan Steps yesterday, which is a very nice place to find oneself. I hadn't done the Springtime walk on the steps in years. The last time, there was a youngish man tending the roses. He told me they were his mother's, who lived in Alabama. She had recently died and
he had dug up all her beautiful rose bushes and driven them across country. But he was very concerned because it's harder to grow roses here than in Alabama because of the famous San Francisco fog. I'm here to tell you Mom's roses are flourishing. (I confess I don't remember if it was actually Alabama, but it was somewhere far away. And Alabama seems very exotic and rose-friendly to me.)
Do you assume the youngish man was gay? I did. It's just inconceivable to me that a heterosexual man would dig up his deceased mother's roses, drive them from Alabama (or wherever) to San Francisco, plant them in his front yard and fuss over them. Isn't that sad? I mean, for straight men.

As you can see, the pups have gotten tangled up with each other. Their leashes are tied together. They were just standing there quietly, Nikki draped over Loulou's back, waiting for me to notice their immobility.
Gee, I wish I had a pin on me to stick in! Darn. Obviously, the neighbors were participating.
The meadow is dedicated to Bill Kraus, a beloved gay activist, who died of AIDS. This is his memorial bench.

I would very much like to have a bench in my memory somewhere in San Francisco. I want it to say, "I had a lot of fun and did some good." Then my name and dates. Then "Nobody knows the future."


I do greatly admire both these signs, but I can't help but wonder why the human has such a pointy butt.



And then it was on to Corona Heights. There was a big sign saying the dog park was closed, so everyone congregated in the meadow next to it. People were keeping their social distance. Some were masked. It was only in the paper that day that masks were required.
I realized that nobody knows the future when the Soviet Union fell apart. Here the U.S. government had all these highly paid people studying the USSR -- they were called Kremlinologists -- and NOT ONE of them had ANY IDEA it was going to happen!
And here's me in the backyard, having a little treat of strong coffee and a spinach and cheese croissant I bought on the way back. Yummm!
And now it's over the hill and down, heading back home.

Below is a photo of the house on the corner. I never think to share with you the things I see every single day. This blog is helping me stop taking them for granted.


All for now, my little Bloggelinibeanies!
Terry

April 16, 2020: INTERVIEW & LINK DAY



APRIL 16, 2020: INTERVIEW & LINK DAY

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Today, you can listen to my 16-minute interview on The Author's Show. It's playing for 24 hours, so click here any time. I think I say some interesting things.

I had a bad night. Not a "Dark night of the soul" bad night. Just a "Why don't you get up, you idiot, and stop trying to sleep" night. My body wouldn't stop vibrating.


I think it was my excitement about doing this blog combined with my terror about the future. No, terror is too extreme a word. Just plain old fear, okay? Nope. No terror for me, no sirree! (How DO you correctly spell "sirree" so you don't get the little red dots under it? Do people even SAY "No sirree" anymore? Did I ever say it before?)

My fear is not for me, but for all of us, for the country. I myself am one of the privileged ones. Even my San Francisco neighborhood is particularly blessed. When my parents bought this place for their wayward dyke of a daughter in 1977, I remember thinking "If the world falls apart, it will fall apart last in Noe Valley."

I swear to you, I NEVER really thought the WORLD was actually going to fall apart! It was just a .... a... metaphor! Yes, that's it! A metaphor.....

And here is a wonderful pre-Columbian duck from the famous museum in Puebla, Mexico, just to change the subject.
So this is Link Day, because I don't want to spend my customary many hours constructing a blog. I want to send this baby out, so you can listen to my interview and hear the interesting thing I said that Lesley, my friend and business manager, thinks is worth hearing.

ANYHOW, we are really fabulous at entertaining ourselves and each other, aren't we? The creativity, originality, intensity, energy, subversiveness, sauciness, wit, and just plain humor that we have displayed since the Plague descended on us! It's really something. Thanks to my bloggelinis for these links. A few examples, starting with the fun ones:






Did you ever wonder, "How DOES hand-washing work to get rid of germs?" No, me neither. But it's actually pretty fascinating:




This was a very moving article by Dr Dhruv Kyullar. I'm giving you a long quote as a link:




And now, how about some more pre-Colombian art from Puebla!?!
I find pre-Columbian pottery so.... alive. Really mind-blowing.

Let's end with some music. You know, I must confess that I enjoy a video of a symphony at least as much as a live performance because the camera captures each musician's moment in the sun, which you can't see when you're sitting in the audience.
I have a wonderful memory of my mother's last New Year's Eve. At midnight, we watched on television as the New York Philharmonic played Beethoven's Ninth Symphony for a live audience. So sweet to share that.


All for now, my dear Bloggelinis!
y!