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Over at The Huffington Post's Off the Bus feature, ordinary citizens are transforming themselves into high-powered citizen journalists during this election season. Even the MOMocrats now have our own byline now on The Huffington Post.
Off the Bus rolled out a new feature this week, and you are invited to join the fun. The feature is called "Off the Bus: Special Ops." Every week, the Huffington Post editors will give out an assignment that individuals can carry out in their local areas, and report on it via Off the Bus. To learn more, click here.
No special ninja journalism training needed...just a desire to learn more about politics and report on what you see and hear.
Join host Julie Pippert and MOMocrats Donna and Stephanie today, Sunday, June 22 at 6 pm Eastern/3 pm Pacific for a lively discussion of the week's news, some insight on states going from red to blue in November, and an inside view of the Virginia and Texas State Democratic conventions. Listen live and participate in our live chat by siging in over at Blog Talk Radio.
If you missed the last podcast, click on the Blog Talk Radio button to hear the show that I hosted, with guests Stephanie, Jaelithe, and Julie. It was a lot of fun, and we're trying to do a podcast every other week to prepare for the Democratic National Convention.
Next time, we will have aBook Club Discussion podcast of Arianna Huffington's book Right is Wrong
Maya Soetero-Ng, Barack Obama's sister, made an appearance Wednesday night at a San Francisco Obama fundraiser. MOMocrat Stefania
and I, along with various family members, were on hand to listen to
Maya give a short talk about her brother, and then had a chance to meet
her. We tried hard to recruit her as a MOMocrat. She accepted our
MOMocrats pin, which I think means we're now going steady.
Maya exudes charm, warmth and poise. When she walked in and started mingling with the crowd, I spotted her from across the room, and noticed how much she looked like her brother, with deep soulful eyes and broad smile. While you wouldn't mistake them for twins exactly, they shared some common facial expressions and you can tell they are family.
Maya and Barack share the same mother, but not the same father. Maya's father was Indonesian, and she is considerably younger than her brother. She started her remarks by saying that when she learned that she would be speaking in front of a group comprised of LGBTs for Obama, Asian-Pacific Islanders for Obama, Latinos for Obama, and South Asians for Obama, she realized that should could not possibly cover all the issues important to these groups. She decided that instead, we could read his website, read his books, to find out his stance on issues important to our communities. What she hoped to do was to give us some insight on who he was as a person, to give us the "measure of the man" from her vantage point as his sister.
Continue reading "Maya Soetero-Ng: Meeting Obama's Sister" »
I walked into the swanky Juut Salon in Palo Alto on Saturday, after a fairly lengthy hiatus from the chi-chi salon circuit, and felt a little nervous. I had received a coupon in the mail to receive a free make-up consultation and lipstick if I came in for any salon service. I can't resist a coupon featuring conspicuous use of the word "free," so I booked a long-overdue haircut appointment, and hoped for the best.
Like many women, I have a love-hate relationship with my hair. My hair has either been a source of pride or an unruly monster that needed to be tamed. As a child, after one disastrous Pixie cut in second grade, where I feigned illness to avoid school for two days, I vowed never to cut my hair again. I let it grow long and straight until it reached my waist in junior high, and ran away shrieking any time my mother came near me with a pair of scissors.
In high school, I finally succumbed to the trend of the day, and cut my waist-length hair short, into a Carol Brady shag, and then attempted a Dorothy Hamill wedge, neither of which suited me terribly well. In college, I went through a big hair perm phase. My Asian, chemical loving hair soaked up the stinky Toni perm and exploded into frizz that would rival Sideshow Bob on The Simpsons. After much trial and more error, I went back to the long, straight hair of my childhood. I managed to narrowly avoid the Rachel cut in the '90s, which all my single women friends had.
My friends over at the Parent Bloggers Network offered some educational toys to try out for the 8-12 year old set, and since Alex is almost 8, I volunteered. We received a Hydro Greenhouse from the Discovery Channel in short order, and from the day it arrived, Alex could not wait to open it up and start growing vegetables. He had visions of growing miniature tomato plants or carrots or maybe a ginormous mutant pumpkin like the ones we'd seen at the Alaska State Fair one year.
One day, as I was busy in the kitchen, Alex decided to take it upon himself to start growing his giant vegetables. He pulled out the box and and dumped all the chalky white "growing medium" and everything he could find in the box into the plastic basin. He yelled at me when he finished this. I walked in to find "growing medium" all over my oriental rug, on his clothes and in his hair, as though he'd decided to roll himself in breadcrumbs to get ready to be deep-fried.
"What are you doing?" I demanded.
"I'm starting my garden," he said proudly. "Only, I don't know where the seeds are."
I sat down and started scooping up growing medium off the floor and putting it into the terrerium basin. I picked up the instruction booklet and looked it over, and read "Seeds not included."
"We have to buy seeds. Did you read the instructions?"
"No. Too many words. I just figured it out myself," he replied sheepishly.
"You know, before you begin a project like this, it's a good idea to read the instruction booklet." I said, imparting what I thought was an important life lesson. He shrugged, with an insouciant look on his face that just said, "Whatever."
We cleaned up the mess and put the thing away until we could buy some seeds.
A few weeks passed, and my parents came for a visit. The Hydro Greenhouse sat on a shelf in the dining room. My mom asked what it was, and Alex proudly told her it was his garden. She gave me a look that said, "poor, pathetic city child has a bowl with no dirt in it and thinks it's a garden."
He told her nothing was growing because we didn't have seeds. She suggested that maybe we go buy some seeds. She's quick, my mother.
A trip to the hardware store, and we had 2 packs of parsley and basil seeds. I didn't think the little terrerium was big enough to grow a giant eggplant, but basil is one of the ingredients in Alex's favorite pasta dish, so we opted for herbs instead. Alex and my mom busily set out to plant the seeds.
After about a half hour, they yelled for me to come and figure out how to put the plastic cover over the plants and insert the water bottle upside down into the hole. They had planted a couple of rows of seeds, basil on one side, parsley on the other. I managed to wrangle the plastic cover on, and we set it on the kitchen windowsill to wait for our herb garden to grow.
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