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Summer is winding down, and it’s a year divisible by four, so you know what that means. It’s Voting Season!

I know, I know; it seems like Voting Season began in 2022, and if you’re like me, then the last month seemed like a year all on its own, but for most people—no judgement here, seriously—for most people Voting Season 2024 hasn’t even begun yet.

A large chunk of the electorate doesn’t pay attention to the general election until after Labor Day. Totally understandable. Life takes time. Life takes energy and focus. Work, kids, errands, chores, keeping the household humming along, paying the bills, all that; who has time to spend on conventions and rallies and punditry?

But we’re here now. Labor Day is—[checks calendar]—next weekend, and in some states, early voting begins around the 20th of September (yes, really, 46 days prior! I checked it twice.).

Here’s the thing, though. Some states have been cleaning up their voter rolls, purging the registrations of those who may not have voted in a while. That means you may not be currently registered to vote. Re-registering may take some time, depending on your state, so lead-time can be important.

I ask, then, that you take a few minutes and go to Vote.gov, a government voter registration portal that can direct you to your state’s voter registration website. Just select the state in which you vote, and look for the “How to check your voter registration” heading. That’ll take you to your state’s website where you can make sure your voter registration is current (or, if it isn’t, they’ll tell you how you can register to vote). You don’t have to sign in or anything; my state’s website (Washington) just needed my name and birth-date to confirm that my registration is current.

There is a lot of other information at these sites, too, like if you need to update your name or address, or if you need to know about registration deadlines or voting methods/locations in your state.

So please, make sure you are registered to vote, and then make a voting plan (about how you’re going to vote, when you’re going to vote, how you’re going to get to the polling place, what ID you might need to bring, etc.).

Regardless of who you want to be your president, senator, representative, and state and local officials, many of the races are going to be close. The outcome may come down to a few dozen votes in each precinct, so your vote counts! Make sure you’re registered so you can cast it.

Thanks, all.

k

 

Summer Nights

for some it is
the Moon’s occultation of Saturn or
the needle strikes of Perseids across a spangled sky
that speeds their heart
but for me it is
a late summer evening when
the world is parchment
I step out onto the front stoop while the wind
swollen with the scent of moisture
shakes out the carpets of August
sending heat-baked dust over distant hills
the stars take the night off as
the clouds drop down
so close I can
smell them touch them feel them seeping into my skin and
the air thicks with promise until
a flash sparks fire miles above
lighting the jumbled sky
I know it is coming I know the treat is coming
the respite from dry weeks sere days withered leaves but
it takes its time walking not running toward my eagerness
teasing me with coming attractions so mesmerizing that
when the rain begins I am surprised
it is so strong so hard so heavy that
my mind wonders about the terminal velocity of a raindrop the size of a pea and
if the drops fall as spheres or are deformed by their earthward plunge and
bang
the storm is here has crossed the ridge is overhead
its flares of light draw inward focus concentrate spin themselves into jagged threads
neighbors come out from barbecues and movie nights to
look up
exclaim at the brilliance
gasp at claps that slap their cheeks
laughing in sheer childish joy at the power of the moment and
in that moment the magic of our world ushers us into its realm
we feel a part of it enjoy it for exactly what it is
the raw audacity of it the confidence as if nothing can stand against it and survive
it is intoxicating and I am drunk with it all
happily consumed and consuming
a tiny mote in the vastness
just me
alone on the front stoop
watching nature play its greatest anthem while
I hum along with the familiar tune
that’s what does it
for me

Photo: Tim Durkan Photography

One of my standard rules is:

Do not spend more time fixing something than your time is worth.

In other words, I won’t spend a couple of hours on the phone to get a $5 overcharge fixed. It’s literally not worth my time.

Of course, that’s harder to quantify now that I’m retired, but when I was working as a senior software analyst/developer/project manager, I frequently let the small stuff slide. After all, people make mistakes, and if I bought an $8 item that turned out not to be exactly as described, it was easier just to take the loss and buy another item that did meet my specs.

There have been exceptions, however, and for the last ten months, I’ve been making one.

TL;DR: Never underestimate the power of doggedness, and do not dismiss something that it wouldn’t hurt to try.

It began in November 2023, when I bought myself a birthday present.

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Vignette—30Jun24

He let the book down onto his lap and closed his eyes. The window ushered in the breeze of early morning, cold and full of the electric scent of coming rain. He luxuriated in the feeling of gooseflesh on his arms—what was it called? horri-something? yes, horripilation, when the skin grows tight and the hair stands up—as the cold air sailed past him, over him, through him. It had been an unpleasantly brief night, one filled with aches and discomfort. Aging wasn’t easy, or so his body told him, frequently. But the early morning’s grey-shrouded light, the breeze heavy with moisture seasoned by salt from shoreline waves, the feeling of the book’s rough paper still tingling in his fingertips, this was life, this was being alive, and the perfect way to start the last day of June near the edge of Puget Sound.

k

For Your Consideration

Well, that was a bloody disaster.

I’m talking, of course, about last night’s “debate” between Biden and Trump. While Trump played the usual bloviating, grievance-fueled prevaricator who couldn’t manage to actually address 90% of the questions put to him, Biden’s performance was—there’s no way to sugar-coat it—feeble, stumbling, and unfocused.

While I don’t see the event as having helped either candidate, I know it hurt Biden, and that pumps up my already elevated cortisol levels into the red.

Democrats are in freak-out mode, and I am not about to attempt a prediction as to how this will play out. What I do want to do is throw a lifeline to those who are understandably concerned, who like neither of the candidates, and who are genuinely worried about the GOP’s right-hand trend toward lawless autocracy and unabashed theocracy.

We must, as a good friend of mine said, change the narrative.

Here’s my suggestion of how we can do this.

Vote for the Agenda, Not the Candidate

American politics took a wrong turn back when voters began to use the “Who would you rather have a beer with?” metric for deciding on a candidate. It was arguably the first misstep that put us on the path to where we are today, where we vote solely on who the candidate is (or appears to be), and not how they will govern. This is a critical distinction, as the person who is president is much less important than the agenda that person brings into office.

So, if you’ll indulge me, let’s do a little thought experiment. Take the candidates out of the equation—no Trump, and no Biden—and compare just the agenda that each major party is working toward. This is actually an easy thing to do as both parties have manifestos and a track record.

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For the GOP, one need look no further than Project 2025. This 900+ page roadmap is the product of The Heritage Foundation, a highly influential ultra-conservative think tank that has been fighting against reproductive rights, LGBTQ+ rights, civil rights, and climate change for decades. Aiding and abetting this project are over a hundred other right-wing groups such as Stephen Miller’s (he of the “family separation” immigration policy) America First Legal, and the book-banning, racism-denying Moms for Liberty. While Project 2025 is not officially the platform of the GOP’s campaigns, we hear them use its talking points in their rhetoric, see the actions they’ve already taken in support of it, and read about the steps they are taking toward a fuller implementation of its goals.

It’s impossible to accurately summarize this incredibly broad-based agenda, but let’s at least point to a few examples of where they’re going:

  • Christian nationalism is a driving force in the Project’s philosophy. We see already the attempts to erode the separation of church and state, with Christian teachings being mandated in schools (see Oklahoma, Louisiana) and attempts to eliminate the long-standing ban on churches endorsing candidates.
  • Climate change mitigation efforts should be abandoned by repealing regulations that curb emissions, downsizing the EPA, and abolishing the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), which the Project calls “one of the main drivers of the climate change alarm industry.”
  • Reproductive health is on the block, as the Project insists that life begins at conception, and intends to explicitly reject “the notion that abortion is health care.” This, includes the withdrawal of FDA approval of (and funding for) medical abortion drugs and the “morning after” pill. One spokesperson has said that the Department of Health and Human Services should require that “every state report exactly how many abortions take place within its borders, at what gestational age of the child, for what reason, the mother’s state of residence, and by what method.” General healthcare, too, is up for changes, as the Project wants to rescind Medicare’s ability to negotiate drug prices (which recently brought the monthly price of insulin down to $35) and eliminate gender-affirming care.
  • Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion (DEI) projgrams, which have far-reaching positive effects for many vulnerable minorities, will be removed and federal employees who have participated in such programs can be fired.  The Project proposes the recognition of only heterosexual men and women, the removal of protection against discrimination on the basis of sexual or gender identity, and promotion of a government that will “maintain a biblically based, social-science-reinforced definition of marriage and family.”

These are highlights only, and do not paint a complete picture, as we also need to keep in mind that the GOP talks openly about more tax cuts that primarily benefit the wealthy and corporations, about eliminating the ACA that provides healthcare for millions, and about letting Putin and Russia do “whatever the hell they want” and walk all over Ukraine (and wherever they want to go next).

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On the Democrat side, it’s pretty much the opposite: religion has no place in government, climate change is real and must be combated, reproductive rights are essential healthcare, prescription drugs should be cheaper for everyone, and America is stronger because of our diversity.

In addition, the Democrats:

  • Have been working toward immigration reform and border security (though the GOP killed a bill they’d already agreed to, because it’s a good political football)
  • Have helped eliminate or reduce student loan debt for millions (though the GOP has worked hard to thwart every attempt)
  • Were able to bring down gas prices about 40 cents/gallon through a savvy set of maneuvers using the Strategic Petroleum Reserve
  • Have passed bills on infrastructure and manufacturing that have brought thousands of jobs and billions of investment dollars back to the states
  • Want to raise the minimum wage, fight for higher tax credits to offset child-care costs, and support workers who want to unionize
  • Support the fight against autocracy, be it against Putin’s imperialistic goals in Ukraine, or Iran’s proxies in the Middle East

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Regardless of who is at the top of the ticket, these are the agendas, and one will win in November.

My vote will go toward the Democrat’s agenda, up and down the ticket, because:

  • Even though I live in a reliably “blue state,” I want to repudiate the GOP agenda.
    • I don’t want to win by a squeak; I want to win by a lot. I don’t want anyone to stay home or vote for a third party candidate because I want this extreme GOP agenda to be resoundingly defeated. I want the Democrat agenda to be given a mandate to proceed.
  • I want to give the Democrat agenda the tools it needs to realize these goals.
    • That means a majority in the House and the Senate, as well as control of the Executive branch. The GOP has proven it cannot/will not compromise. Hell, even when they did agree to a bill that gave them almost everything they wanted (i.e., this year’s immigration/border security bill), they killed it rather than give any kind of a “win” to the Dems. So I want a government that can actually do something, instead of being stuck in gridlock.
  • I want the Democrat agenda to have a chance to re-balance the Supreme Court (or at least maintain status quo).
    • If the GOP comes into power again, they’ll be able to replace aging conservatives Thomas and Alito with younger, more rabid justices, who will give us retrograde decisions like Dobbs for decades to come. And let’s not even think of them expanding the conservative majority on the bench, should one of the liberal justices retire.

There’s a lot at stake this election. We’re reaching a fever pitch and the results will shape our nation for decades.

One of these agendas will win, come November, and we don’t have the luxury of letting others decide for us.

If you’ve read this far, I thank you for your indulgence, and I greatly appreciate your time and attention.

k

BBQ Rub & Sauce

I am not a pit-master nor am I an aficionado of All Things Barbecue, but I know what I like, and what I like in BBQ is a deep, earthy base topped with a tangy-never-sweet sauce. Toward that end, I’ve tried several recipes and, as usual, have come up with my own concoction, a combination accreted from the work of others and the results of my own experimentation.

This rub/sauce combo works exceedingly well on slow-baked pork ribs (I prefer St. Louis style cuts) and on quartered chicken. The rub, by itself, is also great for strong-flavored fish, sprinkled over omelets, and dusted on roasted vegetables.

The recipe below is enough for two racks of pork ribs (about 5 lbs worth) or a brace of chicken. The rub will last in the cupboard for months, while I keep the extra sauce in the fridge for a month (though in summer it rarely goes unused that long).

Aye, There’s the Rub

Ingredients

  • 2 tbsp dark brown sugar
  • 4 tsp ground cumin
  • 4 tsp smoked paprika (Spanish preferred)
  • 2 tsp garlic powder (roasted garlic powder preferred)
  • 2 tsp ground coriander
  • 2 tsp Kosher salt
  • 1/2 tsp ground chipotle pepper (optional)
  • 1/2 tsp powdered dried porcini mushroom (optional)

Procedure

  • Mix all ingredients together in a bowl.
  • If using on meat, pat meat dry with paper towels first, and then sprinkle on the appropriate amount (see above), on all sides, and massage in. Best if left on the meat for a minimum of 30 minutes or as long as overnight.
  • If using on fish, eggs, or veg, just sprinkle a dash over them as you might any spice mixture.
  • Store leftover rub in a sealed container in the spice cupboard.

Get Sauced

Ingredients

  • 1 cup ketchup
  • 1/4 cup white wine vinegar
  • 1/3 cup dark brown sugar
  • 1/3 cup molasses (regular, not blackstrap)
  • 1 tsp hot sauce of your choice (heat is a very personal thing)
  • 1 tsp Dijon (or spicy brown) mustard
  • 1 tsp fish sauce
  • 1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
  • 2-3 cloves garlic, minced and mashed

Procedure

  • Here, also, simply mix all ingredients together in a bowl. Adjust heat to taste.
  • After the meat has baked, and after it gets a singe with the blowtorch (or from broiler), brush on the sauce (all sides) and give it another singe.
  • Refrigerate leftover sauce in a closed container for up to a month.

k

(Hidden) Child

Ronald Achilles Giambastiani

Yesterday was Father’s Day here in the U.S., and it was a rather difficult one for me. Unexpectedly so.

My pop died back in 2016, at the age of eighty-six. His final years were not pleasant for him (nor for us, in many ways). He’d outlived two wives, had lost a lot of his vitality due to emphysema and spinal stenosis, and the whole “estate” thing—rewriting wills, selling his home, moving into assisted living, etc.—took a terrible emotional toll on him. But his death was eight years ago, and while the first few Father’s Days were understandably difficult, I’d weathered those that followed with an increasing sense of love, serenity, and gratitude for the Old Man.

So, why did this one hit me hard?

I spent much of the day looking at that question, wondering, wanting an answer. It seemed so random. Was I just on edge due to [gestures to the world at large]? No; the world’s Turmoil Coefficient has been in the red for several years, now. Was I suddenly aware of my own mortality? Hehe; not really, as that has been on my mind pretty much since Dad died (the death of one’s parents will do that to you). So, then, what?

When I finally pinned my brain to the mat on this (and trust me, my brain is an eel in this regard), it turned out (to my chagrin) to be all about me. Specifically, teenage me.

Within all of us, I believe, is what the woo-woo folks call our “inner child,” that part of our psyche that still thinks (and, more importantly, feels things) like a child. We carry our past with us, our memories of years irretrievable, and they affect us. Like when a certain song comes on, or you catch a whiff of a distinctive scent, or someone says something entirely random that transports you back through the decades, and you react, sometimes strongly, sometimes illogically, with happiness, sadness, anger, fear, you name it. For instance, here in Seattle, whenever the conditions are right, the wind carries the scent of low tide in from the shore, the air heavy with the aromas of salt, mud, kelp, and moisture, and when I take a lungful I am suddenly five years old walking barefoot through the toe-squishy, pebble-strewn shores of San Pablo Bay, and I am inexplicably happy. (I love days when that happens.)

So there’s a part of me still, even though my dad is long gone, an ancient part of me, that “burgeoning young man” part, that yet seeks his nod, that wants him to be proud of me.

And this year, the year of my retirement, is in many ways the culmination of my labors, and my dad did not live to see me reach it.

My dad never really understood me. He told me that, directly, and more than once. He never “got” the whole of me, never understood how my mind worked, couldn’t see how or why I could drop one interest, the focus of years, and pick up something entirely new. He never understood how I could remain constantly “on task” while continuously shifting gears. In short, to him, I was an enigma, unravel-able. Yes, he was proud of some of my achievements—my books, for example—but those were shining moments in time. Overall, I think I was too much of a mixed bag to warrant his unequivocal stamp of approval.

And yet, yesterday, it is what my heart wanted. And couldn’t get, of course.

Dad wasn’t a demonstrative man. He always held something in reserve, kept a large chunk of himself private. I have my theories as to why, but in part it’s just what his generation did. I know he loved me, warts and all, as he did all of his children, but in my own desire to be the kid no one had to worry about, I became, in part, the hidden child, the child no one really saw.

In twenty years I will reach the age at which my dad passed. I hope I have that much time (and a bit more, if I’m honest). But a father’s pride is out of reach for me now.

Luckily, I’m satisfied with my own.

k