I don’t know about the first night of the Democratic convention. This is the image I got: there’s a duel…or a boxing match. Obama’s on one side, he’s all dressed up and smiles at the crowd and everyone loves him and cheers for him and he’s such a good guy. His wife is there, happy, talking about what a wonderful guy he is and how hard he’s worked all his life and at the other side of the ring are the Republicans with knives and machine guns and giant planes and they are ready to do battle. I didn’t hear a word about the war, the recession, the giant mess this country is in.

And then there’s the whole women issue, see Susan Faludi’s article in the NY Times today. Worth reading.

I hope tonight is a bit more on topic.

This is a pre-meditation rant. Perhaps I would have been more mellow post-meditation, but I’ve been wanting to say something about these particular things for years:

1) Thongs. I can’t believe that anyone finds them comfortable. I know everyone says they get used to them, but I still don’t understand having a thing stuck in between your butt cheeks would be anything but annoying. And I know that I will never be able to wear them – and why bother? If I never look at my ass in the mirror, so who cares if I have a visible panty line? And isn’t that one of the benefits of getting older – not to care quite so much about this shit?

2) High Heels. 4″ high heels specifically, even 3″ high heels. WHY? It’s like walking around on your tip toes all day long and isn’t that pleasant? I know they look good in magazines, but in real life, come on? Who can walk in them? All I ever see is young women wobbling around the city, hailing cabs. How is this progress for women? I admit, I have one pair. I bought the kind with Nike Air technology. Bullshit. They felt great in the store and hurt like hell when you wear them for more then five minutes. I also blame Oprah for showing up every day on her show wearing ridiculous high heels. She’s a billionaire (or close to it). Why does she care how tall she looks? Doesn’t that much success give you the freedom to show up in slippers if you want?

3) Pee on toilet seats. What are these women doing? Standing there and swaying or something, getting pee all over the seat, then grabbing some toilet paper, and flushing without even noticing the mess they’ve made? Are they drunk or something? I find this extremely annoying and unacceptable. Who raised these people?

4) The Taliban are back! More killing! More attacks! How many lives have been lost, how many billions have been spent on this war on terror? Thanks Bush, Rumseld, Cheney, Rice, etc. Let’s elect McCain so we can continue this obviously brilliant strategy of fighting global terror.

7) Reality shows. Amazing Race, not bad. Project Runway, kind of fun. Top Chef, I don’t mind it. A few others…maybe not so bad. Who watches Big Brother? Idiots. Who cares about people sitting around picking their noses and plotting to get rid of their roommates. Who needs this? Survivor? Is it still on? People starving themselves to death? How is this entertaining?

6) $2,000 handbags. $1,000 pairs of shoes. 11,000 square foot houses. A new Prada skirt made out of gold. Price: $2500. (It’s in the NY Times today. Really.)

1 billion people in this world have no access to clean water. They have less than the equivalent of a dollar. They go to bed hungry, homeless, and afraid for their lives every single night.

Let’s elect Obama and try at least to make some changes in this world, in this country and in this crazy culture. It’s not going to be a panacea, but it’s got to be better than four more years of Republicans.

OKAY. I feel better. Thanks.

Not the greatest title for a post, but I guess I can do whatever I want. Which wasn’t true when I was writing soap operas and I often had to write stuff I hated.

Yesterday was a good day. I met with a friend of mine who’s working on some fascinating research about what’s happening these days in corporations and in our culture. We talked about some ideas – and it was fun to brainstorm.

OBAMA must win this election. Just thought I’d throw that in.

Last night I watched a documentary about Alzheimer’s disease on PBS called “The Forgetting.” It first aired in 2004, so they had an update at the end of the show about where the research is now. Although it’s certainly a depressing subject – 15 or so years ago only 500,000 people in this country had Alzheimer’s, now that number is over 5,000,000 and will rise dramatically every year as people live longer. In 2035, if they don’t find a cure, the entire Federal budget would have to go for the care of people with the disease. In 2004 they believed they were 5-10 years away from a cure. They are having some very promising trials now and tremendous progress has been made, but a cure is still probably 5-10 years away. It was fascinating “meeting” the researchers who have been working on this for so long. They deserve the medals, the Oscar, the acclaim.

We’re leaving for two weeks in California soon to see Steve’s family (in Los Angeles) and to go to our cabin in the woods outside of Laytonville, in Northern California. We leave on Saturday and hopefully, I can write a little while we’re away. I feel guilty leaving my mother and my dogs…but I can live with it. Work is slow, this is a good time to ecape the city. I got a new book to read.. of course, I can’t remember the title or the author. (That is not a sign of early Alzheimer’s – it’s normal aging.)

Okay, the title of the book (I cheated and looked) is “The Inheritance of Loss” by Kiran Desai. When we go to the land I get to sit around and read much of the time. In a hammock. It’s heaven. Except when I happen to get poison oak anywhere on my body because it drives me insane. It’s particularly bad when it’s on my face or my butt…but – pretty much anywhere is horrible. I’m hoping that our friends Loren and Libbe, who moved to the land a few years ago, have found better remedies. Anyway, although this has been a pretty good summer here on the east coast, I’m looking forward to spending time California.

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