Life, II. Twin Towers in my lifetime: before & after.

In a lifetime. Rise, fall, rise again.

Before.

The Twin Towers rose in my youth. Sometime during 5th or 6th grade, they were completed, dedicated, populated. They took up residence at that spot in my heart previously occupied by the Empire State Building where I childishly believed that America dreams big, plans big, and builds big. 

Life magazine, issue dated March 31, 1972, took me back to that space in my youth when the World Trade Center (WTC) was still incomplete, still someone’s dream, still a plan in motion.

Life magazine, Two tall towers for world trade, March 31, 1972.

Remembering is too interesting. Here is the text in full:

New York City’s World Trade Center is another year or more from completion, and the grounds around it are now still ugly with the paraphernalia of construction. But these photographs, made using the architect’s scale models, show what the massive center will look like in time and suggest some of its superlatives: it is the tallest (110 stories), costliest ($700 million) and most spacious (nine million square feet for rent) office complex on earth. It is also a fright to many critics who worry about straining the Wall Street area’s already overloaded electrical, communication, and transportation facilities with another 50,000 employees and 80,000 visitors daily. In his handling of the project’s sheer mass, however, architect Minoru Yamasaki conceived some notably graceful solutions — particularly at ground level. The complex will emphasize open spaces and maximum exposure to sunlight. At its center is a huge plaza (seen at center above and as the background photograph on these pages) that is bigger than St. Mark’s Square in Venice. It will include five acres of flowers, fountains, sculptures and trees. To see what the Trade Center has done to the New York skyline, turn the page.

Two tall towers for world trade. (1972, March 31). Life. 
New York skyline as Twin Towers are built.

Large buildings are inorganic structures that require infrastructure and complicated systems to support a populace not distributed across a land mass but concentrated vertically. Skyscrapers are efficient. Essentially, the infrastructure — heating and cooling, water supply, electricity, communications, waste management — needs to support the population of a mid-size city. 

And for 28 years, the Twin Towers came alive and lived and breathed and supported. And they were infused into my understanding of America. Big plans, big buildings, we get ‘er done.

After 

I recently made my first trip to New York City with Mr. Viva and in our itinerary was the 9/11 Memorial at the site of the Twin Towers.

WTC Memorial, November 2018

I did not make it to New York when the towers were there. Those two cities reaching to the sky were demolished by terrorists. The towers fell. People died. The memorials are appropriately two big holes left by the towers’ footprints. 

And there is a hole left at that spot in my heart, too. We are not unique because we build big dreams from big plans. Someone else’s big dreams and big plans killed ours.

The winged structure in the background looks like the Calatrava addition to the Milwaukee Art Museum. Just sayin’.

Rise again.

I can’t leave on a low note. 

As part of the rebuild of the World Trade Center complex, the One World Trade Center building surpassed the height of the Empire State Building on April 20, 2012

Picture of the sky over New York in November 2018. That may or may not be One World Trade Center. Photo taken using selfie-setting on phone.

On a windy day, tall buildings sway. Or they sway more. We passed on taking a trip up to the observation deck. 

This time. 

But we’ll be back, too. 

Life, I. The magazine.

tl;dr? Imma blogging on Life — the  magazine between now and the new year. Specifically the March 31, 1972 issue. Enjoy! Or not.

A note. I republished this post about 3 minutes after first hitting publish. Laurene Powell Jobs was quoted in a recent NYTimes article. Not the 1972 Life magazine. Ms. Powell Jobs was 9 years old in 1973. Her fame and fortune were not yet a thing. 


I am in possession of the March 31, 1972 issue of Life magazine. 

As a child, George Wallace was a candidate in the first Presidential election of which I was aware and his name popped up in a discussion of the current racist resident of the White House with FAL*. When she tripped across a Life with an article on Wallace, she sent me the whole enchilada. 

And what a time capsule!       

*Not her real name. FAL is an acronym. Favorite Aunt L.                       


Former FLOTUS on magazine covers

Is the plural of FLOTUS, FLOTII?


Look was a contemporary magazine of LifeLook folded in the early 1970’s, Life died later. Thumbing through this issue of Life, magazines with curated news heavy on photos are a treasure.

In a recent NYTimes, I read with great interest,  an interview with Laurene Powell Jobs who is investing heavily in media:

Both magazines have managed to create unique journalistic platforms that help foster empathy and a better understanding of the world. – Laurene Powell Jobs

” … narrative moves people more than anything else.”

 Kara Swisher, “Can Laurene Powell Jobs Save Storytelling? NYTimes, November 27, 2018. 

Looking through the Life relic, I believe Ms. Powell Jobs is on to something. The photos were lush and contained another 1000 words each, they made me curious. The writing was smart and sharp, edited, considered, worthy of ink and paper, not of-the-moment and gone.

The unfiltered, uncurated internet increases connection without adding to understanding. Although the purchase of Pop-Up — a company that specializes in performance type art — can’t be held in your hands, I’m ready for a Look or Life reboot. Please?


And the Life March 31, 1972 issue is chock-full of reminders that some things never change.

In April 1971, Richard Nixon ran interference between a pending antitrust suit and a hearing at the Supreme Court for I.T.T.! And I love that the NYTimes has an online archive and that in 1973, they were the paper of record! Now? Eh, not so much, but I digress.

Ranan Lurie cartoon, Life, p. 12. March 31, 1972

In The Presidency op-ed, Hugh Sidey quoted Lyndon B. Johnson: 

Business,” snorted Lyndon Johnson once when he was battling the big interests, “is what makes the mare go.”

Hugh Sidey, The Presidency: What makes the mare go, Life, March 1972, p.12.

My bold. And this is comforting maybe things do never change! Remember John Mulaney’s observation that “Trump is a horse loose in the hospital.” This makes perfect sense since business is what makes Trump go.

Forty-six years on, the mare goes horse is unhinged and loose. 


Change a few names, tweek a situation or two, and Hugh Sidey’s op-ed would bring you up to speed on the Trump Administration’s political acrobatics. In the Nixon era:

“Even more fascinating was the story of Herbert Kalmbach, an obscure California attorney who happens to be Nixon’s private lawyer. According to one Washington authority, he now “has the goddamnedest bunch of clients lined up outside his door that you’ve ever seen.”

Hugh Sidey, “The Presidency:What makes the mare go,” Life, March 31, 1972, p.12.

Michael Cohen is Herbert Kalmbach to Trump’s Nixon. I cannot make this stuff up.


Last paragraph of the Life op-ed:  

Up on the Hill at the ITT hearing room a few days ago a young man with fire in his eyes waited for a seat. What for? “Because I want to hear them lie,” he spat.  … this new bitterness … began in the secluded chambers of power which this administration still seems to think are its private preserves, where matters too lofty and complex for common comprehension are dealt with. It is, once again, a policy of non-communication, and it is an added insult to the American intelligence.

Hugh Sidey, “The Presidency: What makes the mare go,” Life, March 31, 1972, p.12.

My bold. Jim Acosta could play the part of the young man with fire in his eyes. Ignore the mention of ITT, replace “them lie” with Sarah Huckabee Sanders lie” and that paragraph could have been written yesterday.

Today that paragraph would be updated to pile on more insult to the American intelligence with reference to Trump’s “gut tells him more than anybody’s brain.” 

Just wondering, what with his gut and Fox & Friends talking to him, maybe we should track his daily horoscope, too? He is a Gemini.


Finally, general observations from the bleacher seats decades removed from George Wallace:

  • George Wallace is a reminder that racists persist — he made four runs for the White House.
  • Wallace ran as a Democrat. Historically, racism has not been limited to party. (And we hope that has changed.) 
  • He was a ‘segregationist’ which is just a fancy bow tied around the gift of a racist. (To be clear, racists are a curse, not a gift. See also, sarcasm.) 
  • As a judge and an early adopter of voter suppression, he blocked federal review of voting lists. 
  • His wife’s name was Lurleen. She sat in for him as governor to get around term limits. Ugh. Political dynasties. Kennedys, Clintons, Bushes, who’m I missin’? 
  • An early adopter of shooting people to gain fame made an assassination attempt on Wallace in 1972. Wallace was left paralyzed for the remainder of his life.
  • And hope. Hope that minds and hearts can change. In 1979, Wallace apologized for the physical, literal stance he took at the door of a school to impose segregation demonstrate racism in action. “I was wrong. Those days are over, and they ought to be over.” –Edwards, George C.

A Sundry Assortment of Politickles

tl;dr? Here’s a pic with 1,000 words:

A most succinct bumper sticker. Poetry in motion!

My Favorite Aunt, let’s call her FAL, tells of a Viva cousin who at the age of 7 or 8 looked at the TV programs scheduled for the week and declared that it was all ‘politickles.’ Ah! These missed pronunciations delivered with additional meaning must be genetic. Pronounciations!

Political? Politickle. Let’s go!

Working the Polls

I’ve wondered what it is like to work the poles polls. And each election, if not now, then, when? When are you going to work the polls, Viva? So this year, I didn’t just cut bait, I fished. I attended the training and registered voters for the general election on Nov. 6, 2018. My report:

  • Pre-gotta-get-me-to-work voters! Voting for two Wards was held in a facility with stacked ballrooms. By 7:15 AM the line was out the upstairs balloting ballroom, down the stairs, and curled around into the lower level ballroom. My compatriot reported this was more gettin’-up-mornin’ turnin’-out than she had seen in previous elections!  
  • Same day registration. Availability to register the same day should be a requirement of any voting system. At the site I worked, I don’t have statistics on the number of people who would have not been eligible to vote because their VOTER REGISTRATION HAD BEEN PURGED BETWEEN THE WISCONSIN PRIMARY ELECTION HELD APRIL 3, 2018 AND THE GENERAL ELECTION, NOVEMBER 6, 2018. But I held up my right hand and swore to work the polls and I will attest that the number was greater than or equal to four. And a couple of those good folks were OUTRAGED.
  • Generations younger than mine SHOWED.UP. Boom! There it is. I am one. A late Baby Boomer. Out of the 50 or so voters I registered, only two were older than me with long-time residency. And so I wondered what brought YOU to the polls? Have you not voted before? But hey! You do you. Better late than never?
  • Gravitas, I. Without exception, voters who needed to register same day SHOWED UP with PROOF of their right to cast their vote. Serious. They had checked the requirements. Residence, valid photo ID, and for many, multiple forms of both. Viva’s heart was warmed. This also made it hard to tell someone their proof, although following the spirit of the law, was insufficient in letter. See Gravitas, II. 
  • Gravitas, II. We are here to GET YOU REGISTERED. Kate worked next to me had worked the polls before. Her experience was golden. If you presented yourself to vote and you needed to register, without exception — we had folks hop on the internet and log on for utility/credit cards/valid account bills and we even sent a few good folks home for additional documentation. BUT YOU COUNT, WE ARE HERE TO GET YOU REGISTERED, AND GET YOUR BALLOT TO THE POLLS! And what a relief! The registration checklist makes you feel like a gatekeeper looking for fraud when you are not, and there isn’t any. More than once, Kate’s direction, encouragement, and flat-out problem-solving made me feel I had superpowers. We got ‘er done!
  • Gravitas, III. The rigorousness in registration — a physical visible human presenting themselves as who they are and where they live — affected me election day. Registration is separate from actual balloting/voting and the checklist is not long, but when you’re the one who checks, it is easy to second and third guess whether or not you skipped a check. And this is where my obsessive-compulsive-repetitive disorder was a blessing and a curse. If you presented, I checked and rechecked and you were good to VOTE! Blessing. But. Hold on. Wait. Did I really check? Did the photo ID of the voter over an hour ago really look like them? Curses. Spam!
  • Gravitas, IV. The whole of election day at the site I worked was rigorously run. The polls opened when the time on our ballot machine said ‘go.’ The polls closed when the ballot machine said ‘stop.’ And for the record, the ballot machine said ‘stop’ when internet-phone-time said there were still two more minutes and we had two people running up the stairs to vote when the proctor called ‘closed.’ Disappointment! And they pointed at their phone time, but to allow them to vote would invalidate the whole. Wowza! Gravitas closed.

Nancy’s got a brand new HOUSE!

Representative Nancy Pelosi (D- 12th district CA), is poised to become the Speaker of the House of Representatives January 3, 2019! Again! But! This time she will preside over a body that includes more diversity than ever before. And we are warmed.

A semblance of checks and balances is restored to the horse running wild in the White House in concert with the elephants preening in the Senate. 

And in the whole brouhaha of whether Ms. Pelosi is the best suited to be Speaker, the best story I’ve tripped across was her response to a Republicant pushing for Social Security privatization legislation:

“Never. Is never good enough for you?” 

Ah! Hearts, unicorns, and rainbows. Holes in the social safety net keep growing. Privatization would drop the remaining net to the floor and the predators would come out to feed. 

Millennials!

I love my Millennials! They are great people and as a group, they get a bad rap.  Proof? Here we go.

A Google search to find the percent of Millennials that actually.showed.up.and.voted, returns links to pre-election article lamentations on how many and why Millennials may vote. Election day, the media barking dogs couldn’t wait to call elections even as balloting horseplay was in motion and several elections weren’t decided for days. Oh, and there is a run-off in Mississippi tomorrow. Go Espy! But I digress. 

Maybe my Google game is off, but two weeks after the election, a search for the Millennial vote turns up crickets. The media has moved on with the exception* of … TeenVogue! 

TeenVogue: An estimated 31% of eligible voters age 18 to 29 actually voted.” – Linley Sanders, November 10, 2018, 7:00 AM EST.

And we celebrate teenVOGUE! Writers like Lauren Duca and Linley Sanders are relatable, reliable voices that point to legitimate sources to back up their statements. In the search to see what the Millennial vote was, I tripped across a site called EliteDaily. Although it looked legit, further investigation dropped it in our metaphorical internet click-bait chum bucket. Viva will not be fishing there.

EVERY.VOTE.COUNTS!!!

Click-bait is all the rage. In an effort to be first, many media outlets called races on election night while the number of uncounted ballots turned the winner around.

Example: In Wisconsin, Frood continued to monitor results after her mother went to bed cried herself to sleep. This is how close the race was in the wee hours of the morning:

11:40 CST – Looks like a walker wins! Wait. 98% reporting in …

Whoa! At 11:40 CST, 2,759 ballots separate Walker and Evers. The drama continued. From Frood’s final screenshot:

By 1:40 AM CST, Evers lead Walker by 29,050! In two hours, Walker made a gain of 117, 571 votes;  but Evers collected another 149,380! Enough that in the morning, Viva dried away her tears and celebrated with a steaming hot cup of coffee. Whew! EVERY.VOTE.COUNTS!

2020: Harris–Klobuchar

And so in jumping on the calling it early train, my pick for the 2020 Democratic Presidential nomination is Kamala Harris — Amy Klobuchar! 

Two sharp, strong, capable women at the top. Why not? Isn’t it about time? And sharp, strong and capable seems redundant, but I am not afraid to be wrong. Buckle up!

Indivisible.ORG

State the obvious. You’re hardly ever wrong” was a maxim my father invoked often. Note: You may sound like a simpleton, but conversation is simplified. So, I state with impunity that life goes on between elections.

And as we struggle a more perfect union, between now and the 2020 elections or the next protest, I’m refreshing my civics education and upping my participation through indivisible.org. Consider this an invitation to join me!

The struggle is real.

Carry on. 

 

Buh bye JB Sessions! & PSA: Rapid response in the event Mueller is fired (MoveOn.org).

Well, Keebler Elf Attorney General Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, III was fired let-go resigned yesterday at the request of tRump. Rumor has it Mueller is ready to indict Junior which would be bad for the brand and AG Sessions has been at odds with tRump for a long time. About 12 dog years give or take.

Enter acting Attorney General Matthew G. Whitaker — a tRump loyalist, Mueller investigation critic, and bureaucrat thrown in to gum up the works should need be.

In response and this is not much notice, but today at five (5) PM (Thursday, 11.08.2018), MoveOn.org has organized a protest to protect Mueller. Participate and find a site near you here.

In my opinion, this protest pre-emptively shows the current administration that we the people are watching. We are concerned for the rule of law. We are concerned that no.one is above the law.

Future protests by MoveOn.org will happen on an as-needed basis and will be scheduled as necessary if or when these identified red lines are crossed (MoveOn.org):


For those of you who followed along with White Lies I & White Lies II, Mr. Jefferson Beauregard Sessions, III was US Attorney General for 636 days.

Or 1.742 years.

Or 12.194 dog years.

Give or take.

A Sundry Assortment of New York Whatknots

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Delta flight. Seat over the wing.

NY, NY.

First time. The overwhelm is real. This post is heavy on photos.

Enjoy! Or knot. The pun is real.

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From the Bodys Isek Kingelez exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art.

Celebrate NY! So many people, so much diversity. The throughput of large numbers of individuals moving through the sidewalks and streets is amaze! Macro movements of micro individuals and Viva is in love! But it IS just.so.much!

And kindness and kindnesses abound! So many people looking out for each other.

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The Guardians: Hero sculpture by Antonio Pio Saracino.

Next time I’ll bring some wireless earbuds so I can walk down the street and talk to myself like all the other crazy Bluetooth enabled yakkers. If you think about it, it’s only a couple little earbuds that separate the sane from the alternate reality denizens.

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Pret A Manger morning intake — Pret’s Acai Bowl with Black Coffee. Mmmm …

On Tuesday, the barista at Pret a Manger treated me to coffee! Why? I might have looked liked I needed it, but why is still a mystery …

The MoMA had a free-with-admission printmaking workshop in conjunction with the Charles White exhibition. Here’s a slice of my art.

In love with, and yet lost – SOS! – in New York.

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Printmaking workshop. #2 in series with Nike Jordan 1 Jester XX Off Whites.

Outside the Trump Tower, Paul Rosa and friend maintain their 1+ year and counting protest vigil. We chatted. Kindnesses abound.

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Consistent and present protesters at Trump Tower. Paul Rosa on left spends weekdays here. “A snowflake starts an avalanche.” – Paul Rosa

So much fashion and just for looking! And a trip to Mood because we have been in one. Floors and floors of rolls of fabrics and we wonder how the designers on Project Runway ever shopped in only 1/2 an hour.

Overwhelm.

But! Costume designer Julie O. Saltman let me photograph this amazing beadwork she designed and created on a dress bound for Italy.

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Julie O. Saltman beaded dress with New York skyline, Chrysler Building center.

And above all, November 6, 2018 …

VOTE!!

I lied. VOTE!!

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Photographic evidence suggests that I intend to vote on November 6, 2018. But, true confession, I drive with this sticker lied to my bumper. (Yes, intentional unconventional use of “lied” as verb. I just like it.)

I voted October 23, 2018.


Comedian, writer, actor, man-about-town John Mulaney has the best description of the Trump administration regime.There is a horse loose in the hospital.

A horse is running loose in the hospital and elephants¹ across the nation are emboldened to follow suit. But the majority elephants are journeymen and amateurs at the art of the lie compared to the big horse in the hospital.

We’re used to white lies, shades of lies, lies of omission, lies camouflaged with a smidgen of truth, lies that are barely distinguishable from misunderstanding. But this horse lies. Blatantly. Openly. And a lot.

Elephants attempt clumsy, transparent magic tricks with healthcare. Many campaign that health insurance needs to cover pre-existing conditions while simultaneously pulling out the tablecloth on pre-existing conditions. The healthcare coverage table will not be set. See also, current governor of Wisconsin.

An angry elephant fan of the horse took words of the horse in the hospital literally and delivered a spate of bombs to the horse’s critics. Welcome to horse inspired domestic terrorism. Let’s not get ever used to it. K?

The horse’s first wife reported that he kept a copy of Hitler’s Mein Kampf at bedside. Many have observed that although he does not appear to read well, much, or even at all, the accusations of fake news discrediting the press and disparaging lies about opponents reads like Hitler’s playbook. Or the first few chapters I’ve read of Mao’s Last Revolution. Ugh.

Sarah Kendzior, my nominee for Fearless Girl come to life,  has written much about what to watch for as the horse cements and normalizes behaviors to expect in this administration regime.  Political and social markers, gaslighting, spin of events, changes in behavior — written in 2016, her post Welcome to the Authoritarian Kleptocracy contains a wealth of information. A self-described Cassandra for our times, she did not want to be.

Immigrants seeking asylum are walking through Mexico and the horse has directed 800 troops to the border to greet them. Nevermind that they won’t reach the US for a few more months, many will stay in Mexico, and the horse’s alleged “Middle Easterners” traveling in the caravan will disappear. The horse pushes the immigration hot button to rile up his base.

And riddle you this. When the Donkeys have a majority, Elephants are all about fiscal responsibility. When the Elephants are in majority, fiscal responsibility takes a back seat is thrown out with the bath water. After adding $1.5 x 10¹² (a trillion and a half) to the deficit, Elephants now be all about throwing another $2 x 10¹² down the hatch. Paid for by cuts to Medicare and Social Security, the horse is all in. He’s been bankrupt before.


And 2018 election integrity is at risk. In addition to the possibility of more foreign meddling in our elections, known stateside meddling oddities:

  • In Texas, about 30% of the voting machines will spit out select candidates or no candidate on a straight party ticket selection.
  • In DeKalb County Georgia, more than 4500 early voting requests have gone missing.
  • In North Dakota, reservation residents/indigenous citizens cannot vote without an address. To which we say, what kind of spammery is this? Voting age citizens whose ancestors were here BC (Before Columbus) denied the right to vote.

And the beat list goes on. And on. In California, Republican Duncan Hunter is under investigation for felonious use of campaign funds. I like the quote “you can be guilty and still serve.” What!? Guilty of a felony, Duncan Hunter could serve. Meanwhile in Florida, felons who’ve served their time, can’t vote. My mind boggles.


Vote early or vote Tuesday, Nov. 6, 2018. This election is about restoring a check to the horse in the hospital because the current elephants are enthusiasts and enablers and the hospital is falling into ruin. Okay, I stop with the analogies now.

Vote (D) and restore a check and some balance to this administration regime.

Your pen is mightier and your superpower is your vote.

Use it on a ballot. 

VOTE!!!


¹ No offense meant to actual elephants.

A Small Sundry of Assorted Jumble

VOTE! November 6, 2018 VOTE!

In no particular order, I humbly present a metaphorical laundry basket of deplorables lights and darks.

Here we go!


Basket I. Be a Hero. VOTE!!!

In the music mix this week, I listened to vintage David Bowie. And I miss him knowing that whatever was in his music vault, it is what it is and only is. That’s it. That’s all.

The song Heroes played. “And the shame was on the other side … we could be heroes for just one day.

And so please, be a hero with me on or before November 6, 2018.

VOTE!

Your superpower is that your pen is mightier.

Use it on a ballot.


II. A Boring Project

African American entrepreneur and inventor, Elon Musk, announced that he would be done with his Boring Project soon.

Good.

Then he can get back to his Interesting Project.

Whatever that is.


III. Leftovers

While out at dinner with wife Elaine Chao, Mitch McConnell’s doggie bag was thrown to the curb by an angry constituent.

Good.

Mitch didn’t get his dinner leftovers.

And he might not call us deplorables, but we know we aren’t the main meal either.  He has his own never-ending Interesting Project and he’s coming for the leftovers.

Us.

“Mitch McConnell says it out loud: Republicans are gunning for Social Security, Medicare, and Obamacare next”.  Well of course they are, because, gunning and NRA. Amirite?

And the LA Times misspelled ‘again’ as ‘next’ but the outcome will remain. Mitch will leave us leftovers out on the curb.


IV. The Horror in the Familiar

Reading of the details of the assassination, torture, murder, dismemberment, and incineration of Jamal Khashoggi by the Saudis, I was reminded of the wood chipper scene in the movie, Fargo. For me, Fargo was a true horror movie. Too real to my real life — the characters, the dialog, the interiors, the scenery. I am of, and from the Fargo midwest.

And so, I contend that as Mr. Khashoggi walked into the Saudi Embassy, he knew.

Ugh.


Basket I, 2nd Rinse. Be a Hero. VOTE!!!

In the music mix this week, I listened to vintage David Bowie. And I miss him knowing that whatever was in his music vault, it is what it is and only is. That’s it. That’s all.

The song Heroes played. “And the shame was on the other side … we could be heroes for just one day.

And so please, be a hero with me on or before November 6, 2018.

VOTE!

Your superpower is that your pen is mightier.

Use it on a ballot.

Show Mitch, et al that we are not leftovers.