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July 22, 2008

Have You Seen Your Mother, Baby, Standing In The Shadows?

Well, I didn't intend to go four days without posting, and my thanks to the 3 or 4 diehards who refuse to give up on me (especially my best friend J, who posted the flowerlude - and can we just say how beautiful his flower photos are - and wrote to make sure I wasn't dead).

I'm not dead... but I'm struggling. Some of it is.... well, personal, and I really won't be sharing it here (that's not my way); some of it is also personal, but part of the political scene as well. So I thought that would be as good a place as any to start.

As you might guess, since I talk about being a Starbuckian, my income is not what it once was, or what it needs to be. No disrespect to Howard intended, but it's hard to get by on a small hourly wage and the kindness of strangers (a/k/a tips). What started as a merely interesting moment of feeling somewhat strapped has gone on to a feeling of being generally destitute. And it's hard, not so much because of all the things I can't have or do - in the end, you come to appreciate that unnecessary things are, well, unnecessary - but because writing (when I am writing) is providing so much joy, it's hard to contemplate giving that up to chase extra income.

So Saturday, I didn't write because Jennifer and I were traipsing around my nab, window shopping... which was very nice, as we both try to enjoy a new spirit of "look, but don't buy", and really, that makes for an entertaining afternoon trying on sky-high Ferragamo shoes at Nieman Marcus. It was blazing hot, and eventually, the whole day was lost to travel and meeting people, and when I ultimately got home it was too late to really blog effectively.

Sunday, I worked, and that's where I - and my co-worker - discovered this awful story on the front page of the Times, Gretchen Morgenson's admirable attempt to tie together the corporate interests in the debt crisis with an actual individual story.  That the story itself was incredibly sad (and a little predictable), only made the sense of identification all the more vivid. A single mom who got herself way too deep in debt, it looks as though she will lose everything... and still owe on her debts.

And she's not alone.  I think the story affected me more deeply than I first thought, because the idea of even writing about it stranded me for another day. Until this morning when I saw David Brooks follow up on his "debt culture" column with another, fairly dead-on assessment of the problem:

On the front page of Sunday’s Times, Gretchen Morgenson described Diane McLeod’s spiral into indebtedness, and now a debate has erupted over who is to blame.

Some people emphasize the predatory lenders who seduced her with too-good-to-be-true credit lines and incomprehensible mortgage offers. Here was a single mother made vulnerable by health problems and divorce. Working two jobs and stressed, she found herself barraged by credit card companies offering easy access to money. Mortgage lenders offered her credit on the basis of the supposedly rising value of her house. These lenders had little interest in whether she could pay off her loans. They made most of their money via initial lending fees and then sold off the loans to third parties.

In short, these predatory companies swooped down on a vulnerable woman, took what they could and left her careening toward bankruptcy.

Other people emphasize McLeod’s own responsibility. She is the one who took the credit card offers knowing that debt is a promise that has to be kept. After her divorce, she went on a shopping spree to make herself feel better. After surgery, she sat at home watching the home shopping channels, charging thousands more.

Free societies depend on individual choice and responsibility, those in this camp argue. People have to be held accountable for their indulgences or there is no justice. As McLeod herself admirably told Morgenson: “I regret not dealing with my emotions instead of just shopping.”

If you go to the online comment section affixed to Morgenson’s article, you see advocates of these two positions talking past one another, one side talking the morality of social protection and the other the morality of personal responsibility.

Brooks goes on to argue that there's a third way to look at this: that our culture helped make being in debt seem the norm, made consumption the objective (mass luxury), and changed our decision making and our behaviors.  It';s a way of saying... we all bear some responsibility in this.

I suspect many people will be put off by Brooks - he's already got a passionate set of detractors - but I think this is a moment where he's getting it right: finding the center, and saying that as much as anything, we need to be a better society made up of better people with a better value system. That's going to seem, to many on the left especially, like a moral judgment about people like Diane McLeod. But the point is... we are all like Ms. McLeod.

The problem with the debt and mortgage crisis story, I've thought all along, is that it brings out the distinction makers - "I didn't do that," "that's not me," "those people should have known better." Myself. I think people who amassed massive credit card debt really should have known better, but with mortgages I think many people were swindled by banks and lenders who did not explain in enough detail what these mortgages meant to people who did not understand what they were signing on for. But in any case, what's already happening is that, on the margins, in the shadows... people are starting to lose everything. And if we don't get conscious to the problem soon, we will all be facing it.

July 15, 2008

The Return Of The Brown Years

Back in the eighties - when, in an un-ironic manner, we thought we were having a blast reviving the sixties - the worst thing in the world (no, really) was expressing any kind of positive nostalgia for the... *shudder*... 70s-show13 seventies. Spy Magazine was the first place I saw the decade referred to as "The Brown Years", and the moniker seemed so appropriate: that awful mix of wood paneling, "harvest gold" appliances, plaid upholstered furniture... oh, the horror.

Somewhere along the way - I blame grunge - all of that got reversed: the eighties were suddenly tragic, plastic, big shouldered, mulleted and overly bright... and the seventies were sublime, underrated, and a design feast. (And of course, somewhere along the way, Spy turned into a pale imitation of itself... and now we get former Spy-meister Graydon Carter draining the joy out of Vanity Fair.)

The re-appraisal of the seventies, at first seemed fair: sure, much of the fashion was tragic, the polyester blends unfortunate... but reinterpreted and re-styled, it was clear that indeed some adventurous notions of interior design had been abandoned too soon. Dark wood floors, modernist furniture... even, as Jennifer notes to me frequently, the return of "wear what you like" fashion  had a liberating quality that had been missing for a while.

Well, all good things must pass... and the past couple of years have been a tipping point of figuring out what comes next in design and fashion, without a lot of clear indications. In th meantime, the celebration of seventies-chic appears to have run its course... and we are back to: The Brown Years.

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July 09, 2008

Shameless Self-Promotion: Redstar Election Edition

While Weboy prepares for tonight's movie extravaganza (he likes to arrive early, get settled, there's a post in here somewhere in which he lays it all out) - I thought you all might want to take a look at the brilliance I've been leaving behind at The Hillary 1000.  I'm not sure how many of you are partisan enough to pop over there regularly.

Check out this post about that Boston Globe article criticizing public-private affordable housing developments done on Obama's watch in Chicago and how it relates to Obama's donors failing to live up to his pledge to help retire Clinton's primary debt.  I found the Globe piece "salacious" and overreaching, but also think it, along with this donor problem, points to a problematic lack of follow through by the Senator.  (There's also a worthwhile link in there re: Obama's urban policy proposals.)

Check out these two pieces breaking down Obama's campaign donors, by gender, organization and industry

And my H1K co-blogger Red Queen and I were interviewed by The Black Snob about our preferences for Obama as former Clinton supporters.  The Black Snob just won The Best New Political Blog and The Best Political Blog Overall by Black Politics on the Web, so you might want to leave her a shout-out while you're over there. I LOVE TBS, though clearly she wasn't up against our man Weboy in that race!

- Redstar

June 12, 2008

Getting Serious... Mostly About the Dishes. And The Laundry.

Back to politics...

My Mom keeps asking when I will "shape up" or "get serious" about supporting Barack Obama. The pressure I'm facing is not entirely serious; Mom (who scored "hedonism" on the philosophy quiz, BTW) knows we're all on the same page, basically.

And I am... but... it's still early, and I'm still watching to see what develops.

Besides, I still can't escape the sense that an Obama win is a bit of a foregone conclusion: whatever it is that McCain is doing, to say that it adds up to an effective campaign seems ludicrous to me. Not really able to get it going on a debate about the economy, McCain managed to put Iraq squarely in the middle of the debate, in a way that doesn't help him at all, by calling plans to withdraw "not too important," focusing more on (dismal) casualty numbers that don't really help him.

McCain is helped even less because he's still so heavily tied to the Bush folks; his best hope all along has been to parlay his "maverick" status into a Third Way answer for Republicans. That hasn't happened, in no small part, because Bush simply refuses to go away. Watching the depressing European leg of his Farewell Tour - it's like watching some tired old rock act try to squeeze one last round of profit out of final appearances - though in Bush's case, it's money for Afghanistan. Instead of a polished stage act, of course, we continue to get the same old routines: Laura Bush looking uptight and uncomfortable; while Bush continues to figure out why we went into Iraq... something that's just not hapening - dude, when you can't even convince a lapdog like McClellan... you should really just stop. We went in. We shouldn't have. Case closed.

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June 09, 2008

In The Haze Of Summer Lawns

Given the absurd heat here in the northeast, activity is really only possible early, or late, if you plan to be outdoors. In which case, mowing the lawn at 8:30 in the morning becomes not just a chore, but a necessity.

My Mom's neighbor, thank goddess, is actually living in the 20th century and has a power mower; my mom, for years, has had a roto-clipper that probably made sense back in the 1930s, but is, in this modern age, absolutely useless.  After refusing, for months, to even contemplate using it, our neighbor - perhaps mainly out of pity - offered her mower in exchange for my services on both yards.

Despute the implications of laziness - it's true my mansion-like preferences come with landscaping services and a gardener - I actually like mowing the lawn. Especially, as we have, if it's a flat one, and fairly neatly laid out.  Then mowing becomes a math problem, or a geometry exercise in parallel lines. My history, from my teen years was an absolute resistance to lawn mowing... but in truth, it has everything to do with the enormous hills in the backyards of both of the houses we lived in from when I was 7 until I was 23. Th front yards... not so bad.  But the backs - hell.

So, today, I took some time and made our lawn look orderly and neat. And, despite my resistance earlier, I made a suggestion based on those gardening shows I saw, and proposed expanding our backyard garden to take up more of the yard. Though it sounds like a dodge on mowing, our sunny backyard is actually inhospitable to grass, and until I mowed, was beginning to take on the aspects of a cheerful meadow. I think one should follow nature's orders... not fight them.

So, here I sit, in our small air-conditioned section of the house (we are an AC resistant family by nature... this is a recent development), wondering when this will end, planning a trip to a nearby lake for a bit of a swim and some time in the sun. And shimmering, outside, is the haze of a freshly mowed summer lawn.

May 27, 2008

Notes From A Vacation

As Nevermind noted in comments last night, my discussion of TV watching from my trip may seem "one sided and strange"... I suppose there's no point to mentioning that a blog is pretty much a one-sided affair (mine), but I agree, my tastes can be... strange.

I could go into the long, er, strange, history of how my Memorial Day trip came to be - there was a plan to travel to Salt Lake City which fell through over finances, and this was an alternative that fit the moment, and the planned companion - but that story takes too long and probably only matters to maybe 10 people (5 of whom don't read this blog, though I try to convince them, repeatedly).

In any case, the trip that was an odd combination of convenience, circumstance, and opportunity became an object lesson in understanding who I am and what I actually like... and don't. Like decorating programs. Herewith, with no determination to offend anyone, but a likelihood to offend or puzzle all, some notes for myself on what I like in a vacation:
  • I don't like being stranded in the woods. That is, I really like to show up at places like the one I went with a car of my own and the opportunity to run to the store at my convenience, not others.
  • I'd rather be at the ocean than at a lake, and at a beach rather than in the woods.
  • I don't like the way "the woods" has become an extension of suburbia; this lakeside development amounted to a piece of gated suburbia for the second home set, giving "back to nature" a thoroughly commodified, managed air (the lake nearest us, as it turned out, had been drained and not refilled, which made yesterday's run to sunbathe a lost cause).
  • I also don't love the way "the woods" has bcome an extension of a kind of suburbia where the most basic services are 30-40 minutes away.
  • No more Wal-Marts. Ever.
  • When you, as an individual, go on a trip with a couple, you are reminded, very quickly, that it's called "third wheel" for a reason.
  • Apparently, though, dinner conversations about politics when everyone is interested are even fun with Republicans.
  • I really must learn not to overpack.
  • I need wifi; dialup will not do it, anymore.
  • I am no longer a night person. Oh well.
  • I agree one should leave a guest house much the way one found it... but there's clean, and then there's sterilized within an inch of its life.
I know, I know... who's ever going to want to invite Debbie Downer on another trip? A getaway is a getaway and one should be grateful to one's hosts. But I do think one should also know one's likes and dislikes enough to know when an offer may not be the right one. And so, though I feel like the girl who's unpacked her adjectives, I think I'm just chalking this one up to learning a little more about my own likes... and sticking up for them.

May 26, 2008

Coming Home... Just The Way I Left It

I had brave plans to get home and blog at length... but the trip was long, it's late and I'm tired.

I will say this, though, now that I'm home... I like being home, just the way it is. One interesting thing I got exposed to this weekend was a plethora of decorating shows on the House and Garden channel (thus providing a double edged cable experience - more channels, but more time spent watching landscaping than I would have picked for myself).

What fascinates me is how thinly the concept of a decorating show can be stretched.  Basically, show after show was ordinary shlub with a decorating problem (ugly living room, bad garden, house that won't sell), where a stylish - often gay, or in the case of the women, exuberant - "designer" came in and redid the space, usually along the lines of what you see in most of the magazines. It's nice enough, but four or so of these progeams... and you're not getting a lot of new insight.

I really thought I knew what this stuff was about... but I had no idea: there's a whole, endless, industry around this. Video crews wandering around dull neighborhoods, watching unconfident people get generally browbeaten into submission by urban types with a sense for clean lines and occasional dashes of color.

Knowing that Jennifer will get on me mercilessly for seeming so dismissive (never mind Ray, who was one of the design watching culprits), I still can't resist wondering what the appeal is here. It made five hours of SVU reruns, with every creep and kink on display in gruesome detail, seem like a welcome respite.

In any case, good to be home. Hi Mom. More here tomorrow.

May 16, 2008

Your American Dream Didn't Mean A Thing... Suburban King

This post has been swilling in my brain for a while, at times a positive one, at times a negative one... depending on how stuck I feel in my current living situation.

Still, with Ezra talking public transportation, it seemed as good a policy hook as any to try and lift my thoughts up to a different level.

It's been interesting, living in the suburbs, and driving more to do basic things than I have in 20 years or so. The 15 or so years I spent in the urban cores of New York and Boston were all about public transportation and walking. Now, it's into the car to go to work, to the store, to get gas... to get anywhere.

And without it... I feel trapped.

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May 05, 2008

It's Gonna Be An Ugly Day...

... even though it's beautiful out here where I am.

If the polls are right - and it certainly looks that way - Clinton is poised to win Indiana and come close enough in North Carolina that people will be asking, again, just what's wrong that he can't finish this.  If I had the nerve, I'd go all out and say I think Clinton can win NC in a squeaker.

But I didn't say that... not with any confidence, anyway.

Still, you can kind of feel the desperation creeping in - the flailing charges, the re-emphasis on "the math"... the whole tenor of "would you just stop fighting already" type writing of Obama supporting bloggers. I know something's changed - and so should you - by the fact that I am feeling sorry for people, not angry. It's hard to watch your dream fade.

At the same time, I don't want to be misunderstood - it is entirely possible, right at this moment, that rather than win the nomination, Obama will, as Brooks suggested last week "corner it". That, I think, is the actual worst outcome possible, in which Obama loses a string of races over the next month, Clinton gets stronger... and superdelegates hand it to him anyway, out of some combination of fear and dislike.

Like I said, it's an ugly day.

As such, I think I'm going to putter around the house for awhile and then go into New York, writing as the spirit moves me.  I'd love to hear from folks - especially you lurkers I know stop by here - on where you see the political race right now... or just what movies you want to see or the gardeining you're enjoying at the moment. That way, at least we can make some good out of an ugly day.

-- weboy

April 24, 2008

Announcement: 2BR/1BA for Sale in Jackson Heights, NY

I know this is odd for a blog, but I'm helping out a friend with a little publicity.  She's putting her fabulous and recently renovated garden apartment in Jackson Heights, Queens on the market.  It's on the first floor of a large co-op building, interior-facing to the courtyard, with lots of light, serenity, and trees and flowers outside.  I love Jackson Heights for its proximity to Manhattan, its ethnic diversity, its architecture, and its street life.  If any NYC Weboy readers are looking to buy a place, please visit her blog (she and her husband are selling it themselves):

http://apt1aforsale.blogspot.com/

It's got all the details about the unit and the neighborhood. 

- Redstar