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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Tonight Libby and I went to hear Janet Napolitano, the governor of Arizona, speak on behalf of Barack Obama. It was thoroughly energizing, and I was able to pick up some more info on Barack.

Sometimes, I feel that the state of affairs in the United States is just so . . . gloomy. Even though, I see hope and leadership in Obama, and I'm beginning to feel more optimistic.

Caroline Kennedy recently endorsed him as well:

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/27/opinion/27kennedy.html?em&ex=1201582800&en=68dbeb8e37c848ac&ei=5087%0A

If you haven't read his keynote address from the 2004 Democratic Convention, it's inspiring:

"On behalf of the great state of Illinois, crossroads of a nation, land of Lincoln, let me express my deep gratitude for the privilege of addressing this convention. Tonight is a particular honor for me because, let's face it, my presence on this stage is pretty unlikely. My father was a foreign student, born and raised in a small village in Kenya. He grew up herding goats, went to school in a tin-roof shack. His father, my grandfather, was a cook, a domestic servant.

But my grandfather had larger dreams for his son. Through hard work and perseverance my father got a scholarship to study in a magical place; America which stood as a beacon of freedom and opportunity to so many who had come before. While studying here, my father met my mother. She was born in a town on the other side of the world, in Kansas. Her father worked on oil rigs and farms through most of the Depression. The day after Pearl Harbor he signed up for duty, joined Patton's army and marched across Europe. Back home, my grandmother raised their baby and went to work on a bomber assembly line. After the war, they studied on the G.I. Bill, bought a house through FHA, and moved west in search of opportunity.

And they, too, had big dreams for their daughter, a common dream, born of two continents. My parents shared not only an improbable love; they shared an abiding faith in the possibilities of this nation. They would give me an African name, Barack, or "blessed," believing that in a tolerant America your name is no barrier to success. They imagined me going to the best schools in the land, even though they weren't rich, because in a generous America you don't have to be rich to achieve your potential. They are both passed away now. Yet, I know that, on this night, they look down on me with pride.

I stand here today, grateful for the diversity of my heritage, aware that my parents' dreams live on in my precious daughters. I stand here knowing that my story is part of the larger American story, that I owe a debt to all of those who came before me, and that, in no other country on earth, is my story even possible. Tonight, we gather to affirm the greatness of our nation, not because of the height of our skyscrapers, or the power of our military, or the size of our economy. Our pride is based on a very simple premise, summed up in a declaration made over two hundred years ago, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal. That they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights. That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

That is the true genius of America, a faith in the simple dreams of its people, the insistence on small miracles. That we can tuck in our children at night and know they are fed and clothed and safe from harm. That we can say what we think, write what we think, without hearing a sudden knock on the door. That we can have an idea and start our own business without paying a bribe or hiring somebody's son. That we can participate in the political process without fear of retribution, and that our votes will be counted -- or at least, most of the time.

This year, in this election, we are called to reaffirm our values and commitments, to hold them against a hard reality and see how we are measuring up, to the legacy of our forbearers, and the promise of future generations. And fellow Americans -- Democrats, Republicans, Independents -- I say to you tonight: we have more work to do. More to do for the workers I met in Galesburg, Illinois, who are losing their union jobs at the Maytag plant that's moving to Mexico, and now are having to compete with their own children for jobs that pay seven bucks an hour. More to do for the father I met who was losing his job and choking back tears, wondering how he would pay $4,500 a month for the drugs his son needs without the health benefits he counted on. More to do for the young woman in East St. Louis, and thousands more like her, who has the grades, has the drive, has the will, but doesn't have the money to go to college.

Don't get me wrong. The people I meet in small towns and big cities, in diners and office parks, they don't expect government to solve all their problems. They know they have to work hard to get ahead and they want to. Go into the collar counties around Chicago, and people will tell you they don't want their tax money wasted by a welfare agency or the Pentagon. Go into any inner city neighborhood, and folks will tell you that government alone can't teach kids to learn. They know that parents have to parent, that children can't achieve unless we raise their expectations and turn off the television sets and eradicate the slander that says a black youth with a book is acting white. No, people don't expect government to solve all their problems. But they sense, deep in their bones, that with just a change in priorities, we can make sure that every child in America has a decent shot at life, and that the doors of opportunity remain open to all. They know we can do better. And they want that choice.

In this election, we offer that choice. Our party has chosen a man to lead us who embodies the best this country has to offer. That man is John Kerry. John Kerry understands the ideals of community, faith, and sacrifice, because they've defined his life. From his heroic service in Vietnam to his years as prosecutor and lieutenant governor, through two decades in the United States Senate, he has devoted himself to this country. Again and again, we've seen him make tough choices when easier ones were available. His values and his record affirm what is best in us.

John Kerry believes in an America where hard work is rewarded. So instead of offering tax breaks to companies shipping jobs overseas, he'll offer them to companies creating jobs here at home. John Kerry believes in an America where all Americans can afford the same health coverage our politicians in Washington have for themselves. John Kerry believes in energy independence, so we aren't held hostage to the profits of oil companies or the sabotage of foreign oil fields. John Kerry believes in the constitutional freedoms that have made our country the envy of the world, and he will never sacrifice our basic liberties nor use faith as a wedge to divide us. And John Kerry believes that in a dangerous world, war must be an option, but it should never be the first option.

A while back, I met a young man named Shamus at the VFW Hall in East Moline, Illinois. He was a good-looking kid, 6'2'' or 6'3'', clear eyed, with an easy smile. He told me he'd joined the Marines and was heading to Iraq the following week. As I listened to him explain why he'd enlisted, his absolute faith in our country and its leaders, his devotion to duty and service, I thought this young man was all any of us might hope for in a child. But then I asked myself: Are we serving Shamus as well as he was serving us? I thought of more than 900 service men and women, sons and daughters, husbands and wives, friends and neighbors, who will not be returning to their hometowns. I thought of families I had met who were struggling to get by without a loved one's full income, or whose loved ones had returned with a limb missing or with nerves shattered, but who still lacked long-term health benefits because they were reservists. When we send our young men and women into harm's way, we have a solemn obligation not to fudge the numbers or shade the truth about why they're going, to care for their families while they're gone, to tend to the soldiers upon their return, and to never ever go to war without enough troops to win the war, secure the peace, and earn the respect of the world.

Now let me be clear. We have real enemies in the world. These enemies must be found. They must be pursued and they must be defeated. John Kerry knows this. And just as Lieutenant Kerry did not hesitate to risk his life to protect the men who served with him in Vietnam, President Kerry will not hesitate one moment to use our military might to keep America safe and secure. John Kerry believes in America. And he knows it's not enough for just some of us to prosper. For alongside our famous individualism, there's another ingredient in the American saga.

A belief that we are connected as one people. If there's a child on the south side of Chicago who can't read, that matters to me, even if it's not my child. If there's a senior citizen somewhere who can't pay for her prescription and has to choose between medicine and the rent, that makes my life poorer, even if it's not my grandmother. If there's an Arab American family being rounded up without benefit of an attorney or due process, that threatens my civil liberties. It's that fundamental belief -- I am my brother's keeper, I am my sisters' keeper -- that makes this country work. It's what allows us to pursue our individual dreams, yet still come together as a single American family. "E pluribus unum." Out of many, one.

Yet even as we speak, there are those who are preparing to divide us, the spin masters and negative ad peddlers who embrace the politics of anything goes. Well, I say to them tonight, there's not a liberal America and a conservative America -- there's the United States of America. There's not a black America and white America and Latino America and Asian America; there's the United States of America. The pundits like to slice-and-dice our country into Red States and Blue States; Red States for Republicans, Blue States for Democrats. But I've got news for them, too. We worship an awesome God in the Blue States, and we don't like federal agents poking around our libraries in the Red States. We coach Little League in the Blue States and have gay friends in the Red States. There are patriots who opposed the war in Iraq and patriots who supported it. We are one people, all of us pledging allegiance to the stars and stripes, all of us defending the United States of America.

In the end, that's what this election is about. Do we participate in a politics of cynicism or a politics of hope? John Kerry calls on us to hope. John Edwards calls on us to hope. I'm not talking about blind optimism here -- the almost willful ignorance that thinks unemployment will go away if we just don't talk about it, or the health care crisis will solve itself if we just ignore it. No, I'm talking about something more substantial. It's the hope of slaves sitting around a fire singing freedom songs; the hope of immigrants setting out for distant shores; the hope of a young naval lieutenant bravely patrolling the Mekong Delta; the hope of a mill worker's son who dares to defy the odds; the hope of a skinny kid with a funny name who believes that America has a place for him, too. The audacity of hope!

In the end, that is God's greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation; the belief in things not seen; the belief that there are better days ahead. I believe we can give our middle class relief and provide working families with a road to opportunity. I believe we can provide jobs to the jobless, homes to the homeless, and reclaim young people in cities across America from violence and despair. I believe that as we stand on the crossroads of history, we can make the right choices, and meet the challenges that face us. America!

Tonight, if you feel the same energy I do, the same urgency I do, the same passion I do, the same hopefulness I do -- if we do what we must do, then I have no doubt that all across the country, from Florida to Oregon, from Washington to Maine, the people will rise up in November, and John Kerry will be sworn in as president, and John Edwards will be sworn in as vice president, and this country will reclaim its promise, and out of this long political darkness a brighter day will come. Thank you and God bless you."

Thursday, January 24, 2008

The Neediest Cases

Another reason why I love the New York Times:

http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/newyorkandregion/neediestcases/index.html

Monday, January 21, 2008

So a year ago today, Dre and I met at a Starbucks after a night of revelry and decided we would give it a shot. That was a strange time . . . I was thinking about joining the Peace Corps, I had just finished a crappy 2006, and everything felt uncertain. There was something there, though, that told me to just try . . . and I'm glad I listened to it.

I like anniversaries, because they allow me to look back over the past year and see how I've changed in stride with life events. I can review what I learned from the bad, celebrate the good, and sketch out a mental map of what the next year will bring. Here's to good things to come!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

When it comes to the environment, I sometimes feel like I have little, if any, control over what happens in the grand scheme of things. I don't know where to start to reduce large scale waste, destruction of habitats, pollution, and the like. I recycle, try to be conscientious of what I use, and only drive if I need to, but today I was shipped a medication (per the procedure of my insurance), and they sent me a cardboard box with two giant styrofoam packings, all for one little prescription refill! I get a refill of these every month, so that equates to twelve styrofoam packings in a year! Think of how many customers Medco serves! What am I supposed to do though, call up customer service and complain?

Does anyone else feel this way?

One thing I can do is recycle plastic bags, and I'd like to eventually move away from those completely. What else can one do, alongside recycling?

It worries me because like it or not, we are destroying our planet. It's going that way for both us and future generations, and it's tragic.

On the subject:

www.storyofstuff.com

Saturday, January 12, 2008

So, first things first. One thing that peeves me is when people in cars don't yield to you when you're walking, or, even worse, make it seem like it's your fault when they come within six feet of you with the front bumper of their car. Dre and I were walking back to our apartment with a bag of cat food and groceries tonight, and we began to cross a street. When we were in the middle of the street, this car comes (crossing Drake) towards us, and someone yells something out the window at us. ARGH! That bothers me to no end!

Anyway, moving on. When I worked at the Olive Street Bakery about five months ago, I remember this customer came in, and somehow we began to talk about her son. He was married, probably a few years older than me, and he and his wife were living in some country, it was either Lithuania or Lichtenstein. She made the comment that they both had jobs in this particular country, and they had lived somewhere else beforehand. It seemed like they just got up and left whenever the mood seemed right.

That conversation came back to me today. Dre and I are spending the first part of our married life together in New Zealand after the wedding, and more and more I find myself wondering what will happen after that time is over. I don't think either of us are closed to the idea of wandering around the world a little bit, as long as we have each other. Hmm, food for thought.

Thursday, January 3, 2008

New Zealand!

So, two days ago, amid drinking of sparkling grape juice to celebrate our new year, Dre and I applied for our New Zealand working holiday visas. Today, we got email notification that we've been approved! We have until January 1, 2009 to travel to New Zealand, and can stay for up to a year. When we get there, we have to say we need a work permit, and then all systems are a go!

I want these next seven months to fly by, and I'm sure they will. We've been calling different places to find a reception hall, and we were both set on CSU. Unfortunately, they don't accept reservations until the end of April. All we really need is a big room . . . that isn't too hard to find, is it?

The only thing I'm a bit nervous about is finding a home for the cats for the year after we leave. I almost feel guilty for adopting them. Given, we took them in before the idea of New Zealand was on the horizon, but still. We'll just have to find someone who can love them as much as we do.

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Auld Lang Syne

So Dre and I got back a while ago from a New Year's get together at a friend's house. I thought this would be a fine opportunity to wish anyone who takes the time to read this a happy new year, given that you are probably asking, "Why is Karin up at 2:42 am making a blog post?"

I go back to work on January 7th. Christmas was nice; I spent some time with Dre's family, and a few days in Springs. On the last night we spent in Springs, my dog slept on Dre's bed downstairs with him for the whole night. She never sleeps downstairs, not even with me. He must give good vibes :)

I've decided I want to learn how to play the piano. I borrowed my sister's Casio keyboard from home, and I'm waiting for an AC adapter to be delivered via priority mail. Dre's mom let me take some beginner piano books that he and his brother used when they were first learning. Stay tuned . . . (haha)

I found the following in an old blog post of Dre's, and am posting it just because.

HAPPY 2008!

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 121.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

1. The Prince, by Niccolo Machiavelli
2. Pg. 121, sentence #5: "As I said above, the Consul and the Roman army were being besieged by Samnites, who had imposed very shameful conditions upon their surrender (this involved passing under the yoke and returning disarmed to Rome)."