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Thursday, December 31, 2009 | by nathan

Two Thousand Win!

Flaming Lips NYE 2009

The last day of this decade has been a banner one. I finished my novel this morning, about seven minutes before I was set to meet five and a half of my favorite people (my husband, the Flynns, including baby Flynn who is not with us yet, @drpants and @kcclifford), at Cafe Antigua for some Guatemalan lunch. We’ve just finished watching Oklahoma (barely) win the Sun Bowl and now Brian has gone to snag a bottle of champagne for tonight’s festivities.

Finishing this rough draft of a novel, being as proud of it as I am, and doing it on the eve of an entirely new decade, makes me think that amazing things are ahead in the coming year. I’ve had this feeling for awhile, that I’m on the cusp of something, despite the fact that I have no idea what that might be. I only know that at this time last year, I had no clue of any of the humongous, humbling blessings this year has brought. And I can’t wait to see what 2010 will bring. I can’t wait to challenge myself over the next year. I can’t wait to turn 30.

I hope you all are happy and safe as you ring in a new year and a new decade. See you in the ‘teens (¿Is that what we’re calling them now? The Teens? The Tens? The Twenty-Teens? SUPERMONDODECADEzOMG?!?! You all think about it and get back to me).

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Tuesday, December 29, 2009 | by nathan

As Read By The Author

Sarah PalinI have had remarkably poor luck writing about politics on this website. I mean, like – wow. I write a post about how the internet seems to give people license to verbally abuse one another in ways they wouldn’t dream of doing in person, and about how I think it’s ruining America for us to attack one another with anonymous, abusive comments, and what do I get but anonymous, abusive comments.

So when I sit here with my "Add New Post" window open, telling you that I’ve just finished listening to Sarah Palin read her book Going Rogue on my iPod, well, I can’t help but feel some trepidation. Many of my sweet, well-meaning liberal friends make faces like I’d stepped in dog poo and ask, "Ugh, why?" Many of my sweet, well-meaning conservative friends narrow their eyes and brace themselves for a stream of invective I’m sure they’ve heard about the former Alaska governor more times than they’d like.

So it confuses people of all political stripes when I tell them that I am completely, utterly fascinated by Sarah Palin, and not in a mean way. Like in a "Gorillas in the Mist" kind of way. Oh, shit, now you’re going to think I’ve called her a gorilla. She’s not a gorilla. It’s just that my interest in her is almost anthropoligical; listening to this book I felt like Jane Goodall hiding out with a pad, scrawling down my observations.

Now that Gorillagate is behind us – just so we’re clear: I would never, ever vote for Sarah Palin. For anything. But I don’t hate her; I just happen to vehemently disagree with the political philosophy to which she ascribes herself.

So I’m not going to talk about any of that, except to say that if you take your assessment of liberal political philosophy from this book, you couldn’t be more off the mark. Sarah doesn’t describe it accurately at all.*

No, what fascinates me is her life. How she became the person she is. I get now, more than ever, why the people who like her, like her so much. Her story is like so many others’ – people laud her for being "one of us," and she really, really is. She’s just an ordinary lady, a mom who got involved in the political process. That she doesn’t see the irony of so many of her statements and positions is just a testament to the paradoxical and often self-contradictory nature of political life across the spectrum in America in the 21st century.

She’s on the defensive a lot in this book, and I have to say in a lot of ways I understand that. But I also think it’s odd that someone so supremely confident that they wouldn’t hestitate to accept the vice-presidntial slot also seems to be unable to mitigate the need to hit back at people who take cheap – real** or perceived*** – potshots at her.

Thing is, as fascinated as I am by that weird personality paradox, I get it. I get defensive when people take shots at me, even when it’s anonymous, like the comments I’m sure to get on this post, but also I believe I’m a good writer and, with enough hard work and dedication could be Among the Writers. I suppose that doesn’t make sense either.

I don’t think this book is anything revelatory. There’s not a lot of new political thinking in it, and what was there I would say I disagreed with a whole lot of the time – though not uniformly, surprisingly. Like 95% I disagreed with. I guess what I find most fascinating is that Sarah Palin is, to my mind, a perfect product of the times. She embodies so much of what the 21st century has been about so far, her life so archetypal of a lot of this time in America. She’s "one of us," all right. And if it makes me an elitist to say so, then fine, but I’m just not sure any old "one of us" should be the President. I think it requires someone excellent, intelligent, uniquely creative, highly thoughtful and supremely courageous. Whether or not you ascribe those qualities to the current President is for you to decide; as fascinating as I find Sarah Palin, after reading this book I’m just convinced she’s not up to the job. That’s nothing against you; I hope we can still be friends. Truth is, I’d love to have a cup of coffee with Sarah. I’d love to talk to her about our respective thinking about this country and what makes it so great and, occasionally, flawed. She says in the book that her conservative philosophy comes from seeing the world as Fallen; I’d love to share with her how my liberal thinking comes from the same belief. 

Maybe we’ll get to have that coffee. Maybe not. Maybe someday blog comments and political cable and radio broadcasts and letters to the editor and town halls will be a bit more like that. Maybe not. Either way, Sarah will go her way and I’ll go mine and you’ll go yours. I think when we reach whatever comes after this life we’ll realize that these differences we have don’t divide us as much as we think they do.

*Go read John Rawls’ A Theory of Justice for a better understanding of liberal thinking, and Robert Nozick’s Anarchy, State and Utopia for a good understanding of conservative philosophy.

**Levi Johnston

***Katie Couric, David Letterman, et al.

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Monday, December 28, 2009 | by nathan

First Car

Brian's First Car

We’re testing out the new wireless printer/copier/scanner my brother got us for Christmas, and by way of testing the wireless scanning capabilities we scanned this photograph of Brian’s first car. It’s a beaut, huh? He sold it when he went to college because he was afraid he wouldn’t have the time to dedicate to its upkeep. That’s a shame. My first car, on the other hand, was a 1981 BMW 320i; it cost $2500 and puttered out on me after just over a year. It had a manual sunroof and would die if you weren’t gassing it; lots of fun when you go to a high school with 2,000 students, all of whom are trying to get home at 3 p.m. out of two exits. I did love that car, though; there’s something so magical and freeing about your first car. I remember I spent every day between my 15th and 16th birthdays thinking, "When I can drive I’m so outta here."

And you know what? When I finally got my license in October of 1996, I was so outta there. I didn’t take off on some grand road trip, but every trip to the store, every stop off at the library, every friend who needed a ride home was a little bit more freedom and control, another mile closer to finding out who I was, whatever that meant. God, I loved it. Now I just have road rage and self-righteousness, although I do have a car I love and have been driving for a decade. Still, nothing compares to your first car, does it? What was your first car?

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Thursday, December 24, 2009 | by nathan

Snowstorm on Cleveland Street

Okay, I don’t actually live on Cleveland Street. But:

1) the main character in my favorite Christmas movie did, and

2) my neighborhood is called Cleveland, so.

Anyway. A Christmas Carol from (a) Cleveland Street:

Silent Night:

Silent Night

Windswept night:

Windswept Night

We are trapped:

We Are Trapped

In the worst snowstorm anyone in Oklahoma has ever seen:

In the worst snowstorm anyone in Oklahoma has ever seen

And it took Brian five and a half hours to get home from work:

And it took Brian five and a half hours to get home from work

But he’s home safe now, and we have power and warmth, and we’re going to my mom’s house in the morning, instead of tonight. Praying for everyone stuck or broken down or car-wrecked out in the snow this evening. And the snow makes our house look pretty with all the lights on.

House, Christmas with all the lights on

Sleep in Heavenly Peace. Amen.

I hope your Christmas and New Year are happy, safe, and filled with delight and wonder.

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Thursday, December 24, 2009 | by nathan

MY [pajama] PANTS!

It wouldn’t be Christmas without an adorable child in Christmas pajamas dancing to awesome music. Behold, the night Dr. Pants taught Cooper Marshall how to dance:

MY [pajama] PANTS! from Okay City Nate on Vimeo.

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009 | by nathan

All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth … Knocked Down My Throat

REWARDS

This comes courtesy of a friend of mine from Facebook, a (possibly apocryphal) story about the real, actual Santa Claus (St. Nicholas, Bishop of Myra) physically attacking the heretic Arius at the Council of Nicaea for stating that Jesus and God weren’t equals in the Holy Trinity:

As Arius vigorously continued, Nicholas became more and more agitated. Finally, he could no longer bear what he believed was essential being attacked. The outraged Nicholas got up, crossed the room, and slapped Arius across the face! The bishops were shocked. It was unbelievable that a bishop would lose control and be so hotheaded in such a solemn assembly. They brought Nicholas to Constantine. Constantine said even though it was illegal for anyone to strike another in his presence, in this case, the bishops themselves must determine the punishment.

Can you imagine if this had made it into the Santa folklore? Instead of leaving children coal in their stockings, Santa would shimmy down the chimney and beat them senseless, one imagines to a degree proportionate to their relative "badness" throughout the year. Mouthing off to a teacher might get you a black eye, whereas routinely setting fire to things, say, might result in a hospital stay and a blood transfusion. At least you can burn coal; in this energy-hungry day and age I’d almost welcome a lump of expensive fossil fuels in my stocking. I’m thinking Santa should go back to his tried-and-true methods; Christmas is already about fear for so many people, after all. Why not just make it official?

Oh, hey, and spoiler alert: as a reward for being right about the Trinity, Jesus and the Holy Mother TOTALLY bailed St. Nick out of jail and cleared things up with Constantine.

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Tuesday, December 22, 2009 | by nathan

Meeting The Pioneer Woman

This is our dining room table about ten minutes before our Christmas party guests started showing up:

Christmas Party Table

Note the red tinsel over the kitchen door. Sometime this week I have a funny story about that.

You can’t tell from here, but there are no fewer than three dishes from The Pioneer Woman’s website on that table. Right in front of the reindeer-head cookie jar in the middle is monkey bread.

This is my friend K.C. Clifford:

K.C. at Kerrville

K.C. warned me after that Christmas party that I am never, ever allowed to make monkey bread again. It’s too good. It’s too tempting. It’s too easy to stand before that dish and eat every last delicious bite. I mean – buttermilk biscuits soaked in sugar, butter and vanilla? How is a person supposed to resist that? IT’S JUST TOO DELICIOUS, I TELL YOU. But this is what the holidays are for.

So, today, to say thanks, K.C. and I wandered up to our friendly neighborhood Barnes and Noble to say thanks to The Pioneer Woman herself for all the deliciousness, as she was there signing books. We read the Postsecret books while we stood in line. Finally, it was our turn, and K.C. not only got her cookbook signed, but got to give Ree a copy of her new record, Orchid.

K.C. and Ree

Then it was my turn. I told Ree how K.C. had forbidden me from ever, ever making Monkey Bread in her presence again and how my family had asked me to make her sourdough bread pudding for Christmas. She gave me a couple good tips, and I was so excited that I forgot to tell her that it was one of my photos she recently chose as one of her black & white favorites, but I just plum forgot. Which is okay, because I’d meant to bring her a print of that very photo, and I forgot that too.

It’s Christmas. Cut me some freaking slack.

Me & Ree. Ree & Me.

At any rate, she was as sweet as could be, and now i have a signed copy of her cookbook, which is awesome, as I no longer have to haul the laptop into the kitchen with me when I’m cooking her recipes, including SANDWICH! This is good, as my computer does tend to get a little dusted with flour and sugar when I do that.

At any rate, thanks, Ree, for being such a sweetheart, and thanks to K.C. and Brian for standing in line with me. Have a great Christmas, everyone.

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Thursday, December 17, 2009 | by nathan

D’oh!

Today marks twenty years since The Simpsons premiered, which means that it marks nineteen years, three hundred sixty four days since it became fashionable to say, "The Simpsons isn’t funny anymore!" In all seriousness, I remember it well: when the show first premiered on Fox, I, like Bart, was a fourth grader. Now I’m about to turn thirty, and I still love the show. Brian and I watch it every Sunday; one of my favorite things about autumn is Treehouse of Horror. We may be out of the 1992-1998 golden era of the show, but the movie was fantastic and every episode of the current season has been solid. Salon has an interesting story about the anniversary today, (which I don’t entirely agree with, but interesting nonetheless). But in lieu of a long screed about what The Simpsons have meant to me and how I think that, in 1,000 years they will be studied as the archetype of turn-of-the-millennium American families, I’ll just present you with a few of my favorite clips over the years:

 

 

[Regarding the above clip: ever since this aired, any time it's cold and gross and windy outside, my brother and I will grumble, "Lousy Smarch weather."]

[And regarding that one, I have yet to come up with a better reply to homophobia and general gay-related psychological and/or religio-crazy phenomena than, "Oh, be nice!"]

And last, a clip from my favorite episode of the entire series’ run, "Lisa The Vegetarian":

You wouldn’t believe how many more clips I passed over; there’s some serious funny – and, I concede, a stash of serious lame – over the history of The Simpsons. But I’ve grown up with it, and though I’m sure it won’t be around forever, I’m nowhere near ready to see it end now. Okay, one more. This is Brian’s favorite:

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Monday, December 14, 2009 | by nathan

By The Chimney With Care

By The Chimney With Care

My walls are neither green nor yellow; they’re sort of a middle gray, but there you have it. This is our hearth, decorated for the holiday. Actually, the wire wall art has been up there for quite some time – almost two years, in point of fact. But it looked odd, all off-center like that, so I ordered prints of a couple of our photos from Flickr (this one and this one, to be exact), bought a couple of white frames from Target, and made a neat little gallery presentation out of them. After that, the garland, stockings, and glass manger scene came easy. But if Santa tries to come down this chimney, he’s in for a nasty surprise: it’s walled up. Sometimes Sam will sit with his nose in there for ten minutes or more, standing there like it’s a corner he’s been sent to for punishment. We can’t build a fire in there, but in its absence – and Sam’s – I think it makes a nice little holiday scene. We’re currently working on a project to hang more of our photos up in the dining room; it should be done in a couple days.

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Friday, December 11, 2009 | by nathan

Lick!

Sam Licks The Spoon

Last weekend Brian made a pot roast. It was a thing of sweetness and light, and when he was done and putting the dishes away, he let Sam have a crack at the spoon. He was a happy Sam, but what was formerly a passive habit of sitting at the edge of the stove while we cook, waiting for us to drop something, has become a tendency to push at the back of our legs with his nose, trying to MAKE us drop something. Which I may or may not have accidentally done last night when we made this, which is not only the best SANDWICH! in the history of mankind, but a thing of such mythical proportions in this house that its mere mention is enough to make us salivate. Its status is so elevated here at Casa de Okay City that it is known by only one name: SANDWICH! Not "the sandwich" or "THE sandwich," or even "That really good sandwich" or "Pioneer Woman Sandwich," but just SANDWICH!

SANDWICH!

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