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Press Release

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on July 22, 2010 by bosquechica

 

Deepwater Horizon

BP announced today that in a move to improve their public image, the company will be disbanded and reorganized with a new emphasis on environmental accountability. The new company, Hubris Oil, will go public on Sept. 11. Mark Crassus, CEO-elect of the newly formed multinational corporation, unveiled Hubris’ mission statement:

Humble Oil put a tiger in your tank; Hubris lets the tiger out.

Crassus expects the new venture to launch an aggressive online and on-air campaign, encouraging all Americans affected by the recent events off the Gulf Coast to invest in a secure future with Hubris.

(Folk singer in the background, fade away)

        As I was driving that ribbon of highway 
        I saw above me an acid rainbow  
        I saw below me the dying algae
        This land was stained by old BP

        This land was your land
        this land was my land
        from the Chugach Forest,
        to Chandeleur Island
        from the gulfstream slaughters
        to the toxic waters,
        this land was made for you and me

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Tippy-toe

Posted in community, family, farm, food, garden, gay, politics, random, recipe, this-n-that with tags , , , , , , , , on October 17, 2009 by bosquechica

I’m sneaking into my neglected non-fiction blog because it seems more private. Also because I’m about to make a colcannon as soon as the kitchen is under control, and this is a great place to post recipes. Also because I have an urge to say hostile things about the crazy religious right, which I won’t actually say right now, what with the colcannon and all, but just be aware, all of you crazies, that my patience is wearing thin. Damn you all, and pass the gravy.

I’ll let you know how the colcannon turns out.

Yes, you can

Posted in family, gay, history, marriage, politics, relgion with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 6, 2008 by bosquechica

Rights and benefits of marriage under law in the United States:

  • Right to many of ex- or late spouse’s benefits, including:
    • Social Security pension
    • veteran’s pensions, indemnity compensation for service-connected deaths, medical care, and nursing home care, right to burial in veterans‘ cemeteries, educational assistance, and housing
    • survivor benefits for federal employees
    • survivor benefits for spouses of longshoremen, harbor workers, railroad workers
    • additional benefits to spouses of coal miners who die of black lung disease
    • $100,000 to spouse of any public safety officer killed in the line of duty
    • continuation of employer-sponsored health benefits
    • renewal and termination rights to spouse’s copyrights on death of spouse
    • continued water rights of spouse in some circumstances
    • payment of wages and workers compensation benefits after worker death
    • making, revoking, and objecting to post-mortem anatomical gifts

Yes, you can.

  • Right to benefits while married:
    • employment assistance and transitional services for spouses of members being separated from military service; continued commissary privileges
    • per diem payment to spouse for federal civil service employees when relocating
    • Indian Health Service care for spouses of Native Americans (in some circumstances)
    • sponsor husband/wife for immigration benefits

Yes, you can. 

Yes, you can. 

  • Joint and family-related rights:
    • joint filing of bankruptcy permitted
    • joint parenting rights, such as access to children’s school records
    • family visitation rights for the spouse and non-biological children, such as to visit a spouse in a hospital or prison
    • next-of-kin status for emergency medical decisions or filing wrongful death claims
    • custodial rights to children, shared property, child support, and alimony after divorce
    • domestic violence intervention
    • access to “family only” services, such as reduced rate memberships to clubs & organizations or residency in certain neighborhoods

Yes, you can. 

  • Preferential hiring for spouses of veterans in government jobs

Yes, you can. 

  • Tax-free transfer of property between spouses (including on death) and exemption from “due-on-sale” clauses.

Yes, you can. 

Yes, you can. 

Yes, you can.  

  • Threats against spouses of various federal employees is a federal crime

Yes, you can. 

  • Right to continue living on land purchased from spouse by National Park Service when easement granted to spouse

Yes, you can.  

  • Court notice of probate proceedings

Yes, you can.  

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.   

  • Regulation of condominium sales to owner-occupants exemption

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.   

  • Joint tax filing

Yes, you can.  

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.   

Yes, you can.  

  • Permission to make funeral arrangements for a deceased spouse, including burial or cremation

Yes, you can.  

Yes, you can.  

  • Right to change surname upon marriage

Yes, you can.  

Yes, you can.  

Yes, you can.   

  • Spousal privilege in court cases (the marital confidences privilege and the spousal testimonial privilege)

Yes, you can. 

 

On this incredible, historic day, the first African American has been elected to be the President of the United States. A day for joy, for giving thanks, for seeing the future of all African-American children open up, bright and high as the sky.

It is also the day in which the exclusion into the basic and fundamental relationship of marriage and family has been codified into law, in the state constitution of California through the passage of Proposition 8.

So all of you good Americans out there, get out there and celebrate.

Yes, you can. 

For me, for mine, we are so excluded from this basic level of community, from inclusion in the American process, we are crying and angry on this most historic day, when we should all be celebrating, as one people, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.

For some. For us, we have once again been denied full citizenship under the law. As a people, we are not even relegated to the back of the bus. We are not even on the bus. We are under the bus. Once again.

You believe your relationship is more legitimate than mine? Really? More normal? More moral?

Even in the absence of all of these special privileges that are granted to you heterosexual people of all colors and creeds, the one right I still have, at least for now, is the right to disagree with you and your vitriol, your judgment, your pettiness of spirit.

Yes, I can.

Things to say

Posted in politics, random, this-n-that, writing with tags , , on September 29, 2008 by bosquechica

I actually do have things to say, with multiple excuses for not having said them, and having said that, I will be about to resume saying those things which I have not yet said. Things will have been said, is what I am trying to convey here.

Guess I could run for president with syntax like that, eh?

Bigotrometer

Posted in community, gay, politics, Uncategorized, writing practice with tags , , , , , , on February 2, 2008 by bosquechica

Prejudiced? Bigoted? Intolerant? Carrying around benign but silly biases?

Take this simple test to find out: 

Fill in the blanks: 

1. I don’t mind ___________________, I just wouldn’t want one marrying my (brother/sister/child/etc). 

2. Some of my best friends are ______________________. Estimate how many and write the total here = _____. 

3. Everyone knows that ______________________ are _____________________. 

4. _____________________ can’t be trusted. 

5. _____________________ are lazy. 

6. _____________________ are always late. 

7. I frequently say something like “Well, what do you expect – all _____________ are liars?” 

8. I will not go to this activity or place if I expect _______________________ to be there. 

9. The world would be a safer place if ________________ would leave/disappear/convert/etc. 

Matching:

Recombine the words in the left two columns with the words in the two right columns that you associate with these groups. Mix and match as you like (Your person with mustache could be a tense power-hungry female – for example.)

White
Black
Hispanic
Asian
Republican
Democrat
Liberal
Conservative
Jewish
French
Gay
Lesbian Christian
Muslim
Libertarian
Teenager
Atheist
Immigrant
Female
Male
Elderly
Politician
Pop Star
Talk Show Host
Priest
Minister
Dentist
Lawyer
Southern
Canadian
Person w/mustache
Athlete
Person w/disability
Nascar fan
Cheap
Stupid
Mean
Violent
Dangerous
Educated
Irrational
Pretty
Strong
Dirty
Rude
Greedy
Intelligent
Selfish
Wise
Practical
Pushy
Weak
Generous
Creative
Smart
Dishonest
Polite
Evil
Power-hungry
Tense
Elite
Stylish
Arrogant
Simplistic
Drug-addled
Insincere
Promiscuous
Foolish
Damned 

 Multiple choice: 

Most likely to start a war:

  1. Americans
  2. Arabs
  3. Homosexuals
  4. Homemakers

 Most likely to vote:

  1. Women
  2. Men
  3. Rock stars
  4. Convicted felons

 Most likely to help out in a natural disaster

  1. Republicans
  2. Democrats
  3. Libertarians
  4. Random strangers

 Most likely to share what they’ve got

  1. French
  2. Atheists
  3. Artists
  4. Programmers

 Most likely to pay taxes

  1. Christians
  2. Rich people
  3. Poor people
  4. Musicians

Please feel free to add an “other” line to any of the above multiple choice questions. 

How’d you do?

This is a score-it-yourself test. Remember those? On a scale of 1-5, with 1 being not at all and 5 being maximally bigoted: 

1. Full of love for all humankind – medicated and ready for world peace.
2. Some minor biases, but I try to see things with an open mind.
3. A little bigoted – I hadn’t really thought about it before.
4. Somewhat bigoted – that’s just how things are.
5. Absolutely bigoted, and proud of it.

Five Years Ago, I . . .

Posted in personal history, travel, writing, writing practice with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2008 by bosquechica

(To keep things moving, I’m tossing this out there without the pictures from Africa and without the links that my good intentions wanted me to provide.) 

 

Lost my grand-dad. Bye old guy! Picture (c) visitusa.com

Scattered his ashes in the mountains outside of Las Cruces.

Finalized buying the old adobe house from my wife’s parents.

Worked mostly in Spanish that year.

Had tea in bed every morning, with the globe and an africaatlas propped up between us, learning the names of all the African nations and their capitals.

Grew tomatoes, grapes, pears, plums, onions, garlic, basil and apples. Daffodils, tulips, irises.

Wrote one piece of short fiction almost every week.

Went to Uganda for the international dance festival at the Ndere Centre in Entebbe, where I discovered exactly how white I am. I was one of six light-skinned people in a festival attended by over 6,000 Africans from various nations (three of them were Austrian). The festival took place about six weeks before we started bombing Iraq; I was angry, outraged, and pretty-well petrified to be travelling at that particular moment, with our government hijacked by criminals and my fellow-citizens apparently having lost their collective minds.

On the opening day, I sat roughly 10 feet away from Ugandan President Musevene while he made a very angry speech about the interference of American and European white people in African business, cultural and political affairs. My two friends and I had been seated more-or-less next to him, but were separated by a ring of armed guards. The festival was incredible, high stomping, enormous drums, colorful, with movement that blended some of the conventions of missionary teaching with older dance traditions that expressed sexuality, war, hunting, with the relatively recent influences of modern dance, mixed media performance and pop culture trends from African, European and American sources. For the traditional African dancers, it was the first time most of them had performed together on a single stage.

Attended the going away party of a retiring Anglican priest who was moving to Scotland after 45 years of teaching dance and self-sufficiency to young women in Kampala. Kampala is a hot crowded city, smoke rising in trash can fires all over the city, maribou storks hovering like crows in the mango trees. My friends were tense and angry and closeted and sarcastic. I smoked American cigarettes on the balcony and choked on the urban air. The storks were enormous, prehistoric, almost hip height to me.

After the festival, I flew alone (at last!) from Uganda to Naorobi to Amsterdam. I wandered the streets of Amsterdam late at night until I came to the Café Kale, where I ordered beer, soup and kale pesto with crusty bread.

Back at home, we were maced at a peace rally by mounted Albuquerque police. Hid in a sandwich shop with two dudes who kept saying “Whoa man, we should really shut down.”

Acquired two new cats, the blue-eyed husky and a pair of lovebirds.

Took sides when my friends in Uganda split up. I’m a big fool sometimes.

Saw the little nieces and nephews frequently. Their favorite games at the time were role playing, yoga, fencing and playing dragon in the yard, storytelling and making scrambled eggs.

Had a major flood (in an act of rural vandalism) that almost collapsed the house (it is made of mud). Moved from room to room for almost three months as we rebuilt, keeping the fridge in the front yard the entire time. Good look, that.

Learned to make pie crust.  

Next: Five years from now, I . . .

Wow

Posted in rant with tags , on September 23, 2007 by bosquechica

I commented on a CNN political site in response to some jerk probably perfectly nice bigot “patriot” fellow American who blames all our problems on Mexicans coming across the border.

A relatively mild-mannered comment, to the effect that part of the influx is related to economic stress in Mexico brought on by NAFTA.

Immediately got attacked by another gentleman fellow, who slammed my NAME (soy Teresa, ese, not “Terry” – in quotes!), who said I was a socialist and a loser, like Vicente Fox, and blamed everything on Clinton. Which, of course, NAFTA was a Clinton accommodationist decision that I wasn’t crazy about either. But holy cow, isn’t there some kind of deprogramming we can do to wash the koolaid out of these mad people?

Made me cringe. I rarely indulge in online political discussion (married to a Kos-ack, however). But my nephew (come back, come back), who looks like any guy they’d pitch across the border if he didn’t have his papers with him, has recently found the Lord and apparently Jesus has been saying it’s all about the wetbacks too. Oh, and Clinton. Man, Jesus has changed a lot.

Guess we’re warming up for another great divide.

Viva la difference. Ese.