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Wednesday, February 24, 2016

have a little priest

Remember when we were thinking about getting another cat?  Surprise, we did.  Here is a poor-quality picture of her:

Her name is Mr. Peanut (because she is a fancy pants tuxedo cat), but we just call her Peanut because our relationship with her is familial, not collegial.  And oh, how we spoil her.  I must admit to you that I allow her to sleep on my bed, which would be horrifying if I felt any guilt about it, WHICH I DON'T.  I love this cat so tremendously.  Since she came to live with us she has caught nine mice that we know about.  Can you imagine how delighted we are?  Rex barely tolerates her and Groceries loathes her and has taken to peeing all over our stuff in protest, so he is now an outdoor cat, but I can't even remember the last time either of those maiden uncles caught a mouse, so . . . not sorry.  She is the exact right amount of responsibility for me.  Another human child would have done me in, but I have just enough nurturing left for a cat.

I played in my first roller derby bout a few weeks ago and it was terrifying and exhilarating and I barely got through it without a nervous breakdown.  

We've gone skiing and snowboarding a lot, in order to get the most out of our season passes, and everyone in the family loves it and I think we might do this again next year.  It's a great way to get out of the house together and not resent the winter months--like, I can't remember the last time I was sorry to see the snow melt.  So thumbs up, highly recommend.  

If you're looking for a cooking show to watch, I started watching "The Great British Bake-Off/Baking Show" (it depends on whether you're watching it in America or England) recently and I love it.  

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

you're making it very hard to root for you, freddy krueger

Immigration law is a weird thing to me.  I need to study it more because in my Pollyanna way I am confused about why we don't welcome any and all law-abiding people who want to come here.  From the cursory internet research I've done it looks like the United States didn't institute quotas until 1921, and I'm wondering what else was going on socioeconomically or geopolitically or whatever that the quota system was put in place.


I've heard people make the argument that you have to have quotas, otherwise the massive influx of people would overwhelm the infrastructure, but that depends on how the infrastructure is paid for, right?  If it's paid for by sales tax then that argument holds less water.  I guess I've got to google THAT now.

But I guess there were country-of-origin exclusion policies clear back in 1882, so it's not like we were living up to our professed ideals even then.  

Related:  I love the poem "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus--the Statue of Liberty poem.  It's beautiful and evocative and always brings me to tears.  So here it is, in case it's been a while since you've read it:  

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"