Giannis Antetokounmpo

On Monday, January 21, 2019, I watched the Milwaukee Bucks play the Dallas Mavericks.

I set my camera to ‘video,’ held it up in the hope that I’d capture something of interest, and then this happened:

 

-Giannis Antetokounmpo playing in the Mavericks (106) v. Bucks (116) game, Monday January 21, 2019, Fiserv Forum, Milwaukee, WI.

Thanks, Ann!

Viva’s Privacy Policy!

tl;dr? I have a privacy policy because readers are valuable, precious, and dear to me. To be read is an honor. Thank you for your time and attention.

-Viva Escritora

2018.11.17


I am a fan of Simple: Conquering the Crisis of Complexity by Alan Siegel and Irene Etzkorn. These policy statements are my understanding of the relationship between us — reader and writer in this stadium of the world-wide-web.


Policy

As I signed up for my neighborhood association website, I noted that my neighbors had a very well-developed ‘Privacy Policy.’ Whoa! No peeking in my windows.

And as I publish under a pseudonym, you may conclude that I value a bit of my own privacy. And likewise, I care for your privacy, so here we go!

2018.11.27: Viva E.’s privacy policy.

The internet is my publishing platform. 

I attach no strings.

I do not use cookies. 

I do not use the Google Analytics. I view the tallies that WordPress provides as part of their basic package.

I will not waste your time, attention, and electronic resources on third-party machinations. No java scripts, no dancing hippos advertising tutus or pointe shoes, no moving parts. 

If I ever have advertising, it will be simple, static images with links to other internet places.

If you click on a link I have included in a post, you have left the Viva privacy umbrella. You are now seated in someone else’s audience. And I cannot vouch for their privacy policy.  

If you entered an e-mail address to get automatic updates, that is all you will get from me in your e-mail. I will not sell your e-mail address to another or spam your e-mail with non-internet post blather. Just no.

When or if there are changes to this policy, I will change the date above and will include the full updated text with changes notated in a blog post.


Again, readers are valuable, precious, and dear to me. To be read is an honor. Thank you for your time and attention.

-Viva E.

2018.11.27 & 2019.02.05

Intermission.

I’m going to take the month of February to take two steps back and regroup. I will resume regular reporting from my bleacher seat on Thursday, March 7, 2019. In the interim, I’ll fill this space with mini-posts — videos, pictures, notable quotes by others. Where is, as is.


About two years ago, I began this blog with the intention to post at a minimum of once a week — first Tuesday morning which then migrated to … Thursday morning which has migrated to … not a set schedule.

As I roll around to the two year marker, I would like to take a bit of time off to:

  • Work on blog post structure and organization. Focus on making a point. Or not.
  • Work on the site structure and readability. It has come to my attention that reading and navigation on a mobile device is less-than-optimal. Challenging even.
  • I upgraded to the Premium WordPress package in January so I could post videos. I’d like to further explore and incorporate any features available in this upgrade that would improve the layout and presentation of this site.
  • Review goals set out in early 2018. Are any of them still sticky in 2019?
  • Take a mental health break. Reporting on politics and the Trump Administration Regime is tiring.

And I’m not in the press pool.

The struggle is real.

Ooo! That’s cold. A brief sundry assortment.

Nancy Pelosi leads from behind.

While I wait for Bernie Sanders, Joe Biden, and others to take a seat and lead from behind, Nancy Pelosi invited Stacey Abrams to deliver the Democratic response rebuttal to Trump’s State of the Union Address Shout Out To Us All scheduled for February 5, 2019.

Stacey Abrams is the anti-Trump.

Nancy Pelosi is cold. She elevates a DNC up-and-comer while standing heel on Donald T. Her house. Her invite.

Bravo! May other national politicians with lots of experience take note and lead from behind by elevating and mentoring others too.

Hell is frozen.

As temperatures in the Midwest this week compete with the Arctic, we are reminded that hell is hot. Although we need to do a bit more research, our working theory is that hell is hot because the Bible scribes were familiar with hot weather and fire. They were familiar with being burned.

But! If those scribes of olde had been exposed to the extreme Arctic blast of the past few days, refrigeration and cold, we’re certain that hell would be described as a frozen place.

Our theory? Write what you know and Bible authors knew hot and full of burning.

A Very Cold Short Story: To Build a Fire

Jack London wrote sentences that were as clean as a bone and the title is misleading. This story is not about building a fire, but it is COLD.

To Build a Fire by Jack London.

americanenglish.state.gov

Enjoy! Or not.

Stay safe. Stay warm. Peace.

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. 

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.

 

 

 

 

New shoes.

This showed up on my Twitter feed last weekend:

skinner (@elizaskinner) “Women over 30 — what’s something you wish you had known in your 20s?” 18 Jan 2018, 11:33 AM. Tweet.

owl, very expensive (@vxpowl) “Cultivate relationships of all sorts with older women. Less surprises as you fill their shoes, less anxiety over leaving your old shoes behind.” 19 Jan 2018, 7:49 PM. Tweet.


I was a latecomer to the ball.  When we first met, Joan moved slower and prefaced stories with “stop me if you’ve heard this before” – aware that the string of memory was thin and unreliable. She was committed but tentative when in motion. Such is age and aging.

But the shoe she left to fill! Over the weekend, I had the privilege to attend her memorial service. She was a strong woman of a certain ageless intellect, curiosity, and strength of will, living with the conviction — “it was the right thing to do.”

  • Joan had an FCF, a First Close Friend because she refused to say “oldest” friend. And in the brief time of our acquaintance, she made me feel I counted, I might be numbered as “Close Friend” too. And I felt special.
  • She dropped some pop music knowledge by singing all the words – multiple verses and the chorus — to Depeche Mode’s cover of Route 66, (1987-ish) and her son’s friends were stunned. Her cover of “mom, ” the old and stodgy, was blown.
  • Working voter registration, she was excited about the poetry slam happening that night, too.
  • Haiti, 1983. She held a toddler who was amazed or frightened by the middle-aged foreign white woman. And as she held him, he had an accident on the front of her shirt. Oh well. She took it all in. It happens.

And right things:

  • She was an early adopter of recycling and reusing. No waste. It was the right thing to do.
  • She believed in the importance of activism and civil rights. While living in Atlanta, Georgia, she volunteered as an assistant in the office of Coretta Scott King.  It was the right thing to do. (And whoa! I would’ve liked to hear the stories.)
  • She brought the activism home. She lived in a tony suburb of Milwaukee and while pushing a stroller, she knocked on neighbors’ doors to solicit support for affordable housing. Doors slammed in her face. And I wonder at the pain she must have felt to learn more about her neighbors than she wanted to know, but she persisted.  It was the right thing to do.

And Joan was a fierce alto and so am I!

And Joan remained bright-eyed and curious — of a certain generation yet not defined by generation or age.

And I want to grow up and be all that too!


Back to that initial tweet: “Less surprises as you fill their shoes. Less anxiety over leaving your old shoes behind.”

And we are surprised at the size of the shoes Cinderella Joan left when the clock struck midnight but filling new shoes and leaving the old behind is the right thing to do.

Thank you, Joan.