Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.
This morning, my friend, our Police Chief, Carmen Best, bravely stood her ground and our city is in the process of taking back over the autonomous zone known as CHOP. Perhaps this acronym now stands for Chief Helping Our People.
Yesterday, I visited several businesses in the zone. I talked to owners from Pacific Supply to Bergman Lock and Key which I have patronized for decades. I drove past Neumos where I danced the night away one year ago to the tunes of Yacht Rocks. Now this venue is boarded up and graffiti laden.
I drove past a restaurant, formerly Boom Noodle where a few years back I celebrated my son’s 21st birthday. It was challenging to decipher between the slanderous profanity defacing the establishment that they were indeed open for dining. I drove by the boarded up Elliot Bay Book Company where numerous nights I have attended readings and launches. I couldn’t even get near the entry due to a barricade. The same was the case at Havana Night Club where I have attended holiday parties and receptions. Cal Anderson Park, a public park, where my children played soft ball and soccer matches at Bobby Morris Playfield now is housing a homeless camp.
There have been 4 shootings in 9 days in The CHOP. These casualties have been black and our youth. Killings and fatal injuries. As Chief Best said, “Enough is Enough!” Take the time to read all the establishments I listed here: Black Lives Matter and they should be able to enjoy- A Book Store, A Public Playing Field, A Live Music Venue, Restaurants, Supply Store, An Auto Shop, A Locksmith… And that is a short list.
And while we are at it – Chop Chop Sawant! We want our City Back!
A Tall Order today (Eine hohe Ordnung) @ www.menopausebarbees.com (Deutsche Übersetzung ist unten.)
“I feel that there has been progress made since I was a boy on matters of race, but we have a long way to go.” These are the words of the NBA all-time leading scorer–with 38,387 points, and greatest basketball center of all time, Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. Speaking of a long way to go, a bipartisan group of lawmakers is working to make June 19th an actual national holiday, calling it the Juneteenth National Independence Day. (The descendants of slaves have celebrated Juneteenth for 155 years.) If you don’t know what it’s about, do please google it.
Mind you, though this is a symbolic gesture, it is HUGE. Keep in mind that the last time Congress made a national holiday was in 1983 to honor civil rights icon/minister/activist Martin Luther King Jr. This process took 15 years and even at that it took an additional 15 years for all the states to recognize the holiday. Three decades… So yes, as Kareem said, “We do have a long way to go,” and considering the economics, justice, and health reforms that must come into play, there is a lot on the table to rectify. But it is a step in the right direction. God has left us His footprints.
I am certain, that if we keep our heads up and out of the gutter, stay focused on the common good for all and do what our hearts tell us is the unobjectionably right thing to do, we will get there.
Let me repeat that for those sitting in the back: I am certain, that if we keep our heads up and out of the gutter, stay focused on the common good for all and do what our hearts tell us is the unobjectionably right thing to do, we will get there. It’s a tall order, but we will get there.
Eine hohe Ordnung “Ich habe das Gefühl, dass es seit meiner Kindheit Fortschritte in Fragen der Rasse gegeben hat, aber wir haben noch einen langen Weg vor uns.” Dies sind die Worte des mit 38.387 Punkten führenden Torschützenkönigs der NBA und größten Basketball-Zentrums aller Zeiten, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar.
Apropos noch ein langer Weg liegt noch vor uns, eine überparteiliche Gruppe von Gesetzgebern arbeitet daran, den 19. Juni zu einem echten nationalen Feiertag zu machen und nennt ihn den 19. Juni den nationalen Unabhängigkeitstag. (Die Nachkommen der Sklaven feiern den 19. Juni seit 155 Jahren.) Wenn du nicht weißt, worum es geht, dann google es bitte.
Dies ist zwar eine symbolische Geste, aber es ist RIESIG. Denkt daran, dass der Kongress das letzte Mal 1983 einen Nationalfeiertag zu Ehren des Bürgerrechtlers Martin Luther King Jr. eingeführt hat. Dieser Prozess dauerte 15 Jahre, und selbst dann dauerte es noch weitere 15 Jahre, bis alle Staaten den Feiertag anerkannt hatten. Drei Jahrzehnte…
Also ja, wie Kareem sagte: “Wir haben noch einen langen Weg vor uns”, und in Anbetracht der Wirtschafts-, Justiz- und Gesundheitsreformen, die ins Spiel kommen müssen, gibt es eine Menge auf dem Tisch zu korrigieren. Aber es ist ein Schritt in die richtige Richtung. Gott hat uns seine Fußspuren hinterlassen.Ich bin sicher, dass wir es schaffen werden, wenn wir den Kopf oben behalten und aus der Gosse herauskommen, uns auf das Gemeinwohl für alle konzentrieren und das tun, was unser Herz uns sagt, dass es das unbedenklich Richtige ist.
Lass mich das für diejenigen wiederholen, die hinten sitzen:Ich bin sicher, dass wir es schaffen werden, wenn wir den Kopf aus der Gosse heraushalten, uns auf das Gemeinwohl für alle konzentrieren und das tun, was unser Herz uns sagt, dass es das unbedenklich Richtige ist. Es ist eine große Aufgabe, aber wir werden es schaffen. #aufgebengibtsnicht
Don’t Call us Boomers!
By Jennifer Finney Boylan
Contributing Opinion Writer New York Times
Keepin’ Up with the Jonesers
We might be grouped with the baby boomers, but our formative experiences were profoundly different. If the zeitgeist of the boomers was optimism and revolution, the vibe of Gen Jones was cynicism and disappointment. Our formative years came in the wake of the 1973 oil shock, Watergate, the malaise of the Carter years and the Reagan recession of 1982. Above all, we resented the older boomers themselves — who we were convinced had things so much easier, and in whose shadow we’d been forced to spend our entire lives.
The fact that most people have never even heard of Generation Jones is the most Generation Jones thing about Generation Jones.
But if you identify more with punk, funk or disco than, say, Elvis, Buddy Holly or the Beatles, you’re a Joneser.
Is “Leave It to Beaver” kind of a hazy memory, while “The Brady Bunch” is crystal clear? You’re a Joneser.
Were you too young for the draft (which ended in 1973) but too old to have to register for it (starting in 1979)? Was there a time when you cared more about CB radio than Twitter? Did you wear Earth Shoes? Were you less likely to protest the war than to streak? Hello, Mr. Jones.
“Older boomers may have wanted to change the world,” Richard Pérez-Peña wrote in these pages in 2014; “most of my peers just wanted to change the channel.”
The term was coined in 1999 by Jonathan Pontell, a cultural critic, who likes the double meaning of “Jones”: not only the anonymity of it, but also the sense of yearning. And in an interview last week, Mr. Pontell told me he thinks that Generation Jones may play a crucial role in the 2020 election.
Unlike older boomers, members of this generation are reliably conservative, perhaps because the traumas of the 1970s led us to distrust government. But Mr. Pontell thinks that Jonesers are now tipping to the left, for two reasons. First, Mr. Trump’s fumbling response to the Covid-19 crisis has hurt him with Jonesers, who are part of the demographic most at risk from the disease. And then there is Mr. Trump’s cruel mocking of Joe Biden’s senior moments. “There are lots of seniors out there that also have senior moments,” Mr. Pontell says. “They don’t really like the president mocking those one bit.”
Donald Trump (who is, it should be noted, an older boomer) has been a fraud on so many levels, but if there’s anything authentic about him, it’s his air of grievance. It may have been this, Mr. Pontell says, that made Jonesers vote for him in 2016. Hillary Clinton, to them, was the epitome of older baby boomer entitlement, and if Mr. Trump stood for anything, it was for the very things Gen Jones most identifies with: jealousy, resentment, self-pity.
There’s a word in Ireland, “begrudgery.” Padraig O’Morain, writing in The Irish Times, says: “Behind a lot of this begrudgery lies the unexamined and unspoken assumption that there is only so much happiness to go around. And guess what? The others have too much and I have too little.”
I turned to the feminist author Susan Faludi — a fellow Generation Joneser, born in 1959 — for more insight. “I recognize the yearning/resenting description of that cohort,” she told me. “Personally, I’ve always been in the yearning category — a modern-day Miniver Cheevy, ‘born too late’ to be in the thick of the ’60s social justice movements, which I shamelessly romanticized. As a girl, I had, God help me, a suede fringe vest and a hippie doll that came with a sign that said ‘You Turn Me On!’”
But many Jonesers feel bitterness about the 1960s, Ms. Faludi said, not nostalgia: “Researching my book ‘Stiffed,’ I met many angry baby boomer men — laid-off workers, evangelicals, militiamen — who felt they were slipping down the status ladder and blamed civil rights, antiwar, feminist and L.G.B.T. activism for their misery.”
Jonesers expected that as adults, we’d inherit the same wide-open sense of opportunity as our older brothers and sisters. But when those opportunities dried up, we became begrudgers instead — distrusting of government, nervous about change and fearful that creating opportunities for others would mean a diminishment of our own.
And so instead of changing the world, we’ve helped to create this endless mess — a result of the choices we’ve made, and in the voting booth not least.
Damn. The more I think about it, the more I think I don’t relate to Generation Jones either.
But maybe not relating is what Generation Jonesers do best.
“In a way,” Ms. Faludi asked me, “aren’t we all Generation Jonesers now, all still living in the unresolved rain shadow of the ’60s, still fighting the same issues, still shouting the same chants (‘What do we want?…’)?”
Maybe. But I’m hoping that this tumultuous, traumatic spring is finally the time Generation Jones — and the rest of the country, too — embraces the idea of transformational change. It’s been 50 years now. Couldn’t 2020, at long last, be the year we end the 1970s?
We’ll soon find out. Something’s happening here, and you don’t know what it is. Do you, Mr. Jones?
It’s Father’s Day and of course, I awoke with remembrances of my own Daddy. We used to debate and argue on the daily as I morphed into my adulthood and experienced life from my vs his perspective. Thinking of the pain and discord in our lives right now, I recalled a poem I wrote to him one Father’s Day which I want to share. Although this poem was written more than 30 years ago, the message still resonates. Even if we have a Difference of Mind, we still can have a Sameness of Heart.
Difference of Mind Sameness of Heart
I was born in Seattle – the beauty, the evergreen…
You from Detroit- the hustle, the scene
I, raised in Catholic schools, white and elite
Missed that education you got in the street
You tell everyone, ‘Drive my cars, the limo, pick a caddy-
I truly believe this is usury, Daddy!
I have a vision, you have a dream
I have my own mind, you want to redeem
Who cares to toot?
I’d rather have the loot
You’re constantly screaming, Real Estate, Insurance, all about a tax
Sometimes, I feel we should all just relax
Going to the bank to borrow the lending
Can’t cover the debt, you call it deficit spending
You say, “Give a dyke a dick, Give a whore a trick.”
I say “Give me credit, the response is, I’ll never get it.”
I’m 21 and green and therefore, I must grow
At over 50, you’re ripe and already know
I attempted to sell real estate – the Conventional Clown
You had another program, The Incredible Zero Down
Tell me where you learned the stronger sex was male?
I think it’s only a woman’s physique that makes her more frail
You speak of your experiences and things you have known
But God blessed the child that’s got her own
You say you must teach me to carry on
I often believe you, but sometimes it’s con
You say no one will steal, but I’ll keep my finger on the trigger
Just in case we are visited by an undercover gold digger
Can we look to tomorrow with Love, life and health
Must we continually dispute our power and wealth
The ships been sailing, we’ve earned millions and mink
The waters getting rough, I hope we don’t all sink
Put up the umbrella, it’s about to rain
Yes, Daddy protect me, I’m under your domain
You call me Dummy, but of one thing I’m Smart
We’ve got a Difference of Mind,
But a Sameness of Heart
Happy Father’s Day to my greatest teacher, Gerald Frank. Oh how I miss you! xoxox
Siedah Garrett is one of our generation’s most treasured talents. I could go on and on about her God given creativity from sewing to singing. This beautiful woman has written and performed innumerable songs which speak timeless volumes, especially these days in the climate of discord in our lives. I recall the energy Siedah brought to Seattle when we asked her to perform Man in the Mirror for the Jungle Party, a song which she wrote for Michael Jackson. Those lyrics should reside in our hearts and minds everyday- “Take a look at yourself and then make that change.” Another brilliant track I will share today was from Siedah’s post yesterday from a collaboration with our uncle, Quincy Jones Back on the Block Album.
“Can you believe it’s been 30 years since Quincy Jones asked me to write lyrics to a Brothers Johnson instrumental, then recruited 13-yr old Tevin Campbell to sing it, resulting in a #1 hit single, “Tomorrow (A Better You, Better Me)”? Seems like yesterday!”
It does seem like yesterday… I hope everyone will listen and take these words to heart and make a better you and better me.
#GeorgeFloyd #RayshardBrooks, #BreonnaTaylor, #TheCentralParkFive, #StoptheLooting, #BLM
Thank you, Siedah!
If you reduce LIFE to black and white, you’ll never see the RAINBOWS…
Wenn Du das Leben nur auf Schwarz und Weiß reduzierst, wirst Du nie Regenbögen sehen.
Game Changer… aren’t we all waiting for that moment in our lives? As I look back on my life, I have enjoyed the struggles, because even though it doesn’t feel like it at the time, it makes the final victory so truly satisfying. Think about any hurdles that you had to overcome, and now visualize the hardship, people, and circumstances which were your Game Changer.
I prefer reading memoirs and particularly stories where the journey is not easy. I have known Rob Angel, founder of Pictionary for 20 plus years. I recall going to his fabulous Seafair parties at his home on the shores of Lake Washington. I remember seeing all the beautiful people at the beautiful setting in a beautiful home, which Rob made look so flawless and appealing. I recall attending his charitable events such as Pink Poker nights and raising funds and awareness for AIDS and at risk youth. Rob made giving fun and I have always admired how he used his platform to give.
Rob and I have spent numerous ‘Liquid Lunches” to discuss life and lessons, but I had never really heard the stories shared that I now unearth in this book. I appreciate the efforts, hardships, humbleness and humiliation it took to create the enviable life. In his often hilarious memories, Rob recants stories that prove persistence does indeed pay. As you read Game Changer, may you too be inspired during these turbulent times to draw the picture of your future success.
Rob, Bravo, my friend! You inspire me.
Pick up your copy for a great summer read, Father’s Day gift, or just to be inspired. And please, post a review on Amazon.