tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60818242011-07-08T05:28:21.857-05:00I occasionally write things about my political musings and thought I'd venture them forth here. I also love engaging with people about changing the way power is distributed in the world, and other impolite dinner conversation. I take constructive criticism real well, and would welcome your feedback, but not flaming (even though I *am*, honey...) My momma says 'liberal' like a swear word and it isn't because she's a right-winger. You've been warned. :)Maxnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-66580733262926990922010-08-19T22:52:00.004-05:002010-08-19T23:17:27.137-05:00

Funny I just noticed my last two posts were on the 18th of the month, and here I am on the 19th. Well, the 20th by the time I press "post". Maybe there's some sort of blog cycle? For me, that would be like blue moons or seasons, and less like monthly events.The news since last post:DC did allow gay marriage to go through, so Jess and I queued up to perplex many of the happy couples alongside us

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-63241284778058889622010-02-18T23:13:00.003-05:002010-02-18T23:29:21.857-05:00

Another year older and deeper in...?The advantage to only posting once a year or so is that I can get a completely random reminder of how I was feeling the previous year. I was really excited about the Obama administration, and how!After a year of slogging through the muck while watching a Congressional super majority whittled away, I too have fallen into the "enthusiasm gap". I wish it were an

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-43427771502186542352009-05-18T22:11:00.003-05:002010-02-18T23:28:00.887-05:00

Hey passers-by!I have released myself from the guilt I once felt about my scattershot approach to personal blogging. The answer, my friends, is blowing in the incredibly variable winds of my spare time. I update my twitter more frequently because something about character limitation releases me from creative block. It's like a coloring book to a blank page; limited and pre-fab can sometimes be

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-12203980707586379502008-10-11T14:14:00.003-05:002008-10-11T14:29:43.316-05:00

OK, some updates are in order:* I disappeared into the land of data, never to be seen or heard from again. OK, that's an exaggeration. But not much of one! Election season began for me shortly after my last post and won't be done until Nov 8th, from what I can tell;* Jess left a month ago to run a campaign office for SEIU in Kansas City, MO. I patiently await her return -- we're both working

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-39433545398914443342008-05-29T21:04:00.002-05:002008-05-29T21:14:11.662-05:00

Is no small feat. I learned this last weekend when I participated with Jess and 18 other folks in the CISPES 2008 Solidarity Cyclers fundraising ride. The weather was amazing, and so was the Shenandoah river valley after biking up the base of the Blue Ridge mountains. We stayed at the Wheatland Vegetable Farm just short of Purcellville, VA on the first night, thanks to the generosity of the

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-16079136820795340242008-02-26T23:34:00.002-05:002008-02-27T00:26:33.786-05:00

Howdy everybody.So it's true! I'm gettin' hitched. It's a sign I've been a little busy that this happened over Hanukkah and yet it took Jess writing the adorable guest submission to announce it here.Since November 28, my last post to y'all, I done some thangs. You'd think one of them was to ask Jess to marry me, and yep, I did that. The funny truth of it is that I had asked her some time ago. I

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-12867953335246799772008-02-07T22:54:00.000-05:002008-02-07T22:59:45.646-05:00

OK, I know it's been too long since I've posted when my partner writes a guest post about major news in our lives. That said, this was seriously adorable and although I don't think she really meant me to post it for real for real, here it is. :) -MaxGuest post by Jess, 7 February 2008 Since last writing, our hero has taken a shocking--but positive, we promise--step: he's decided to get married.

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-57235262646481495382007-11-28T23:13:00.000-05:002007-11-28T23:33:59.118-05:00

Hello, readers!If you've given up on me, I wouldn't be surprised. Here are the last few month's highlights. I'll start with the good.Jess and I moved in together, to a wonderful place that's the top two floors of a house. After many false starts, it looks like we also have a roommate to occupy the third bedroom! I spent thankstaking with Jess's family in Harrisburg, PA and stayed up until 11:30

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-43496355323465001712007-08-29T20:57:00.000-05:002007-08-29T21:14:55.610-05:00

Some things have happened in the last coupla months. Seven days after my last post, I turned 31 years old and had a party in DC to celebrate. Since then:I took a trip out to California for a memorial dinner with my dad's siblings over his birthday weekend and helped my mom fix up the new place she's living, plus saw a few friends and took one trip to the beach;I found a great therapist whom I saw

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-13648627285228809992007-05-07T21:46:00.000-05:002007-05-07T21:56:13.275-05:00

Mom has moved, and got a new car, and has a social life as she's closer to the Healdsburg community now. What a huge sigh of relief. It's been hard, but she's managed to undertake an amazing strain and has landed on her feet. She's already hooked up with a Windsor grief group. It's quite amazing.I was very, very, very busy for a while. My friend B absconded with me and Jess, my (relatively) new

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-29233499486629940902007-04-11T22:10:00.000-05:002007-05-07T21:46:11.593-05:00

The results are in, as of this afternoon: whatever I'm doing dietarily is working. If anything, a little too well..my levels of homocysteine (the biproduct of my genetic defect, and an indicator of potential harmful effects) are *low*. Low! Below normal range. I'm at 3.5, the range is 5-12. Whoa. I was worried about it being too high. So apparently, all these years of being a pretty staunch vegan

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-58390927312566056122007-03-28T15:31:00.000-05:002007-03-28T15:56:10.884-05:00

I've been struggling a bit. Some good things have happened, some ill health. Spring has finally hit DC. I havent' been writing but I have been making visual art. I makle plans which I don't execute...everyone who sent me a mixed CD or a present will receive a woodcut from me eventually. I sent one to my mom and it made her cry; I gave one to Molly and s/he did as well. It's harder for me to give

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-12737260044522502032007-03-03T19:43:00.000-05:002007-03-03T19:55:12.723-05:00

The weekend following the snow day, it snowed in earnest. I meant to take pictures, it was one of the most beautiful moments I've been in DC. I walked, trudged, slushed gleefully through the sidewalks. It was the soft kind of snow, the kind that's good for snowpeople and forts; kids were in the parks fulfilling this snow-laden mandate. It was three inches or so and very fast, thin branches

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-37777006758991033972007-02-14T00:09:00.000-05:002007-02-14T00:22:29.602-05:00

It's coming up a month since I posted last -- I promised erratic, and gosh darnit, I deliver.Things are still surreal. I've had a number of amazing dreams that my dad has been present in, but the most amazing one was as follows: My dad has come back to life, but really only briefly, and only to attend his own memorial gathering in [insert mythical dream-place here: for locals, it's like Villa

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1169098175491527602007-01-18T00:28:00.000-05:002007-01-18T00:29:35.600-05:00

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Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1169013408951158252007-01-17T00:41:00.000-05:002007-01-17T00:56:48.980-05:00

is pretty much the only word I can use to describe my last few days, and I don't think it's going to get any less so.I owe about 25 people phone calls, I went back to work yesterday, and there is a small neatly-stacked pile of my dad's clothes on my floor waiting to go to the cleaners. It's really bizarre. I have a hard time assimiliating the information that he's no longer on this planet. Or, at

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1168563895014443462007-01-11T17:03:00.000-05:002007-01-11T20:04:55.030-05:00

My dad was my first best friend. I loved him dearly, and can barely comprehend the huge gaping hole that is now created in the world by his absence. He died peacefully last Sunday evening at about 9pm, listening to his favorite music, shortly after my mom told him it was OK with her if he went. He was so many things and so loved by all who knew him. He was incredibly complicated. I'll never

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1167525964268674782006-12-30T19:39:00.000-05:002006-12-30T19:46:04.283-05:00

My dad decided yesterday to stop his dialysis treatment and be moved to a hospice. While this is the best situation he could be in, it's a huge heartbreak. I can barely get the words out, and I'm in the position of notifying many people because I'm the only one of my immediate family with a cell phone. He will only be with us for a few days, maybe a few weeks if we're lucky. What an amazing

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1166327987512617752006-12-16T22:55:00.000-05:002006-12-16T22:59:47.523-05:00

Hey pals,Things with my dad's health have gotten really bad, and my work was kind enough to let me come out here and help take care of him for a while. If you don't hear back from me right away, I've been staying at Memorial Hospital in Modesto, and will likely be here for a while. My cell phone is on, but I'm often helping out with stuff and can't answer right away.More posts as events unfold.

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1164607567649649992006-11-27T00:38:00.000-05:002006-11-27T01:06:09.286-05:00

A shout out to my friend B from whom I lifted that description of the recent holiday.I felt the text messages of giving thanks roll in and watched the lovely array of political perspectives stream past. "Thingstaken", "Un-turkey day", inscriptions of gratitude, and the classic greeting were all observed. The wonderful family with whom I spent my time off of work and I had a brief discussion of

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1161318246947230682006-10-19T23:01:00.000-05:002006-10-19T23:24:07.216-05:00

In the wake of Elly's departure, almost unwittingly, I became a hermit. I spend most of my waking hours online, none of them to communicate with anyone I hold dear -- or when I do, it's mostly about fixing this or doing that.This past weekend I went camping with Sha at Fire Island. That was a merciful respite from days and nights of working on various websites for pay and not; it's about 50/50

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1157686280668055892006-09-07T22:13:00.000-05:002006-09-07T22:31:20.683-05:00

I realize that my last post could've left people hanging about how Elly's doing. She's physically OK, the car is totaled, and surprise, the insurance doesn't cover it. For right now she's getting around with her bike. Also, her computer is being unduly kept from her by negligent CompUSA people. It's been in the shop for two weeks and they haven't even LOOKED at it. Grr. Yes folks, sexism is alive

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1156995656289213602006-08-30T22:29:00.000-05:002006-08-30T22:40:56.306-05:00

Yesterday, I come home from work. I'm tired, because my pal Sha was in town, and I decided to escort him to the Chinatown bus a few blocks from work at 6am. Then I worked for twelve hours, on little sleep. Not a good call. The mouse that's taken up residence in one corner of my room kept us up chewing on a plastic bag. So anyhow, I show up and there's a show at our house about which nobody has

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1156994886388936752006-08-30T22:27:00.000-05:002006-08-30T22:28:06.413-05:00

Big Bird You scored 70% Organization, 43% abstract, and 77% extroverted! This test measured 3 variables. First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean. Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1156302086134005542006-08-22T20:03:00.000-05:002006-08-22T22:01:27.580-05:00

Another one shuts? Perhaps not. Well, this past Sunday I helped Elly to pack up her things and she headed off into the sunset, New Orleans-bound. It was a very teary-eyed packing adventure, and she left six hours later than she'd intended. Yargh. We've pretty much agreed that while we're technically broken up, we're both really fond of each other and must remain at minimum Very Good

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1155686229940598172006-08-15T18:50:00.000-05:002006-08-15T18:57:11.263-05:00

After two insanely whirlwind years at USAS, I landed a job with a labor-affiliated community organization as a web manager. Whew! My schedule is little travel, nine-to-sixish, and I'm all of a few blocks from my old job. The concept of spare time hasn't exactly settled in yet, but I'm only in week two. What does this mean? Hey, remember that time you called me? Yeah, that time three months ago? I

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1152592679192005192006-07-10T23:26:00.000-05:002006-07-10T23:40:19.470-05:00

Another, more brief update;My dad didn't have surgery, the bleeding stopped on its own, and now he's back home getting re-dialysed. The meds are corrected and there's been less trouble, although he can only stand, not walk. My mom is finding some services and spends most of her time filling out forms to try to get things they should've been directed to years ago, like SSI and a dail-a-ride

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1150602506235551012006-06-17T21:31:00.000-05:002006-06-17T22:55:29.090-05:00

Hey folks. This will be a departure from my usual updates, which are more lighthearted. For those of you who read my blog, it's been a while, I had just turned thirty when last we spoke. A somewhat crazy series of events unfolded shortly thereafter: I spent the week after my birthday running around to get all my pre-surgery medical checkups done while getting all my work caught up before my time

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1148074455230287132006-05-19T16:31:00.000-05:002006-05-19T16:34:15.236-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 1px #000000; }.flickr-frame { float: right; text-align: center; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } bday_pic5sm, originally uploaded by mtoth. Another b-day action shot, with the Amazing Mollyjean Jellybean! Manpanties McTrouble herself! Molly basically lead three simultaneous crafting workshops about

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1148074347016143592006-05-19T16:29:00.000-05:002006-05-19T16:32:27.023-05:00

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Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1147711133454205232006-05-15T11:29:00.000-05:002006-05-15T11:38:53.466-05:00

Yesterday I turned thirty, amidst the mothers celebrating. A wonderful crew of many of my pals and I turned this into a three-day celebration, kicking off with dinner and ensuing silliness, moving on to going out dancing the next night, and last but not least, an all-day crafting and feasting celebration. Dish after amazing vegan dish poured from the kitchen as we made books, elaborate potato

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1145400484518273932006-04-18T17:44:00.000-05:002006-04-18T17:48:04.530-05:00

I got my appointment for my second round of top surgery: June 7th! Which is bad timing. But in this job, it's all bad timing. Wheee! I perhaps will be able to swim publicly by the end of the punishing, swampy DC summer.Also, I turn 30 in less than a month. I am a forgiving Taurus, but have you planned? You should be planning. There will be a party. It will be at my house. Also, my birthday falls

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1145325906827633512006-04-17T20:58:00.000-05:002006-04-17T21:05:06.866-05:00

OK, so I have tons of work to do. There's a big strategy session this weekend, there are folks coming in from out of town, union and labor movement allies meeting about a campaign I've spent most of my USAS career pulling together. But I took this time to tell you, dear reader, that R. Kelly keeps coming to my gym. That's right, he and his whole entourage came walking through the locker room as I

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1143703256305872552006-03-30T02:09:00.000-05:002006-04-17T22:37:17.816-05:00

makes the heart grow fonder. Well, it's crunch time in student-labor organizing land. I'm in Philly for a few days, then Raleigh, then Charlottesville. It's a busy time but I thought I'd stop to post, since it's one of the few creative activities I don't have time for these days. Elly, for those of you who don't know, will be moving to New Orleans mid-August to support our comrade Catherine Jones

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1142316012328877932006-03-14T00:53:00.000-05:002006-03-14T01:00:12.340-05:00

it's been a month since my last post.I got to see a bunch of my far-yet-dear Bay pals, but as awlays not nearly enough. I returned from vacation to the longest consecutive number of days I've spent in DC since last summer. Nice! Besides a road trop to UVA for an organizing training weekend, I'd stayed put and have been working out from under the pile of emails that the World Social Forum/UVA

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1139992583427848482006-02-15T03:32:00.000-05:002006-02-15T03:36:23.456-05:00

hey folks,so after I got back fro teh World Social Forum, that weeked was the National Conference on Organized Resistance where I was on a panel, and a bunch of my pals were in town to do trainings. The following Tuesday I got on a plane for SF and began working around the clock on our humungous national conference. That, thanks the dieties, is now over. It was fun while it lasted, but not I'm in

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1138678095296581832006-01-30T22:12:00.000-05:002006-01-30T22:28:15.320-05:00

Hola Comp@s,A whirlwind tour if ever there was one, I've spent the last few days muddling through various communication attempts, attending many inspiring and some not-so-inspiring panels, attempting to find workshops, and generally hanging about in the Parque Central area of Caracas.Highlights included: * Varios amazing conversations with my co-delegates the reductions of which are forthcoming*

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1138024996312560702006-01-23T09:00:00.000-05:002006-01-23T09:03:16.323-05:00

allo compañeros,I"m here! There"s not much to report, but the delegation I"m with will be checking in today. There was a looong bus ride with a beautiful view, crazy fellow Foro-goers, and many people wanting to smoke who"d been on planes for 15-hour stretches. Check bck for updates!Yours,Sr. Max

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1135444801305115062005-12-24T12:18:00.000-05:002006-01-03T01:17:11.723-05:00

I was looking for software that could facilitate making a flip-book. Instead, I found a site where you can make a web-based flipbook on the spot. Who knew? It's amazing! So I promptly made this:http://www.fabrica.it/flipbook/flipbook_player.php?id=1135382226-68502125&r=index.php&keyword=&p=1&type=It is silly. I highly recommend making one yourselves.

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1134795037791746212005-12-16T23:49:00.000-05:002005-12-16T23:50:37.800-05:00

I get a call from my credit company. Apparently, they've spotted something questionable in my recent purchases. Turns out, yep, someone exploited my number somewhere and bought something with it.I called them up and the automated voice listed all my recent and potentially suspect purchases. I immediately knew which one it was by the amount, but the descriptions were lacking. When I spoke with the

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1134452763116458152005-12-13T00:45:00.000-05:002005-12-13T00:46:03.126-05:00

Read my friend Catherine Jones's.Here:http://floodlines.blogspot.com/

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1134028890282812302005-12-08T08:40:00.000-05:002005-12-08T03:01:30.293-05:00

Dear readers,I am lapsed. However, I find you all to be forgiving in that way that only static, relatively anonymous audiences can be. It's a cathartic process for me, really -- but a boring or not frequently updated one for you. Since I went to Indiana, (begin tangential anecdote) which also held a gay bar where a DJ doing his best to accomodate us attempted to mix "House of Glass" into bad

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1134027364591706052005-12-08T08:17:00.000-05:002005-12-08T02:39:49.130-05:00

I had one of those snaps the other day. Now, I owe y'all a post about what I've been up to, where I've been, etc. But I thought I would post this.I did one of those automated action alerts about immigrants rights--I believe it was a DREAM act one, but I can't remember from whence it came. Honestly, I get so many action alerts in a day I can't keep track. So I get this asenine response from some

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1131087887913796272005-11-04T01:35:00.000-05:002005-11-04T02:04:47.946-05:00

Tonight I arrived in West Lafayette, Indiana. I haven't been to Indiana before, and after a bit of getting lost with my two co-workers, we made it to our host's house. It was 11:15 or so and none of us had had dinner, so it was suggested we try the hookah bar, whose kitchen is open late.We arrived at a strip mall-esque compound where a large sign proclaiming "hookah!" and two bouncers 'neath

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1130392766824197702005-10-27T00:59:00.000-05:002005-10-27T01:04:29.033-05:00

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Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1130395139729518132005-10-27T00:43:00.000-05:002005-10-27T01:38:59.766-05:00

That was the name of the local hardware store in the town where I grew up (for the first half). But that's not why you're reading my post.Almost liek a pilgrimage, I returned to Boston about a week shy of when I'd gone a year ago. It had been my first campus trip, so this year I celebrated my anniversary of working for USAS at the Harvard campus giving workshops. It's a good time of year to visit

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1130395329415426842005-10-27T00:31:00.000-05:002005-10-27T01:42:52.573-05:00

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Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1129317443569521072005-10-14T14:07:00.000-05:002005-10-14T14:17:23.610-05:00

I'm addicted to sudoku, the logic-number-puzzle present in the commuter version of the washington post that our intern gives me every morning. I thought you should know.I went to Nashville for the first time ever, and while I didn't get to see much of it, I was impressed! I'm off to Boston for a week, then Los Angeles, then Philly, then either Knoxville or West Lafayette, Indiana.That is all for

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1127367403119696462005-09-21T23:36:00.000-05:002005-09-22T00:36:43.166-05:00

And yet here I am, just updating you now. Well, here's the monthly update, because I'm tired of apologizing to people who've found my blog for the first time in such a state of disrepair.Two days after my last post, I went to a Direct Action Medic training in DC (mostly to see who else was there, and it was organized by a pal), and then Elly and I decided to embark on an 80-mile bike ride to our

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1124930101187580042005-08-24T19:27:00.000-05:002005-08-24T19:35:01.206-05:00

OK, this is by no means a significant contribution to the world, but I'm sharing anyway. Today at the building which houses my cubicle, there were four false fire alarms. Apparently some folks were doing work on a floor and something they were doing kept setting it off. The first time was funny, and the rest got shut off quickly. Which was merciful.So I go off to the gym, am almost through my

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We had our big, all-USAS-all-the-time combination Regional Organizer Training, International Intern debrief and three-day National Summer Retreat. I basically got to see the inside of the UNITE-HERE building and lots of students for a week, on about 4 hours' sleep a night. Yipes! Whew, it's over. Now the semester begins.After a leisurely week at the office (we get three days off after the

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1123389435636946192005-08-06T22:48:00.000-05:002005-08-06T23:37:15.666-05:00

Like, whoa. I haven't posted in waaaay too long. Many people have wandered up to me and mentioned it, which makes me giddy (I have an audience!) and yet here I am, driving you wall away with my utter remiss-o-rama calvalcade of absence.Well, since July 11th, I've been everywhere. Firstly, I went on VACATION! Yep, a barely-checking-my-email, actual-quality-time-with-friends-and-family vacation.

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Hey folks. So again, it takes me a while to post. But this time, it's not just the grueling schedule of my mode de emploi, it's that I actually took a vacation over the 4th! Yep, no internet access for me.Elly and I are borrowing her family's car while they're off galavanting in Costa Rica, and we sprung on the opportunity to head for the beach over the 4th. In years past, the holiday has been

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I realized I missed a bunch of happenings because of my hectic two weeks. Alas! So, not this past weekend, but the one before that, Elly competed in her first triathlon! The entire preceding week I'd been out of it and kind of fever-y, and finally bothered to take my temperature before we set out for Charlottesville, home of the C-ville Spint Triathlon. It was 102, but I decided that sitting in a

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Train interns to go across the country and talk to workers in garment factories; Check!Go to Baltimore for a week to help people get trained to work on various summer union organizing drives for a month;Check!I need a day off; my life is filled with amazing experiences. Both of these things are true at once. And I thought summer was supposed to be a slower time?I also realized recently that I am

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1118287460016395632005-06-08T22:23:00.000-05:002005-06-08T22:24:20.023-05:00

OK, well, now it's really been too long since I've written. What happened? After the Memorial Day Weekend Lockout, I had some catching up to do. In fact, I'd planned on writing a bit for this very blog that weekend, but haven't scraped the time together since. I had gone to Philly the week prior for a meeting, and this past weekend I went back to Philly for my pal Molly's Training for Change

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This past weekend was one of the first times I had three continuous days in DC off, and as it happens, Elly was out of town with her pal Tyger going hiking. I had my weekend pretty set to not do much of anything. Which for me means reading, catching up on blog posts, responding to email, and engaging in one of the thousands of research projects I like doing when left to my own devices with a fast

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1116635484190799132005-05-20T19:24:00.000-05:002005-05-20T19:31:24.210-05:00

Hey folks,I realize I leave you hanging a bit with my last both. Foolish moi! I had a lovely birthday, thanks to my pals Alicia GB, the infamous mollyjean jellybean, the long-lost Kris and of course my lovely partner Elly. Not only did my co-retreat-goers make a surprise vegan birthday cake, I spent a couple of evenings with low-key revalry...a local (to Brooklyn) political hip-hop show one night

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As I type, I'm on a train to New York. This year's birthday is celebrated on a coast I know not well with a present of an 8-hour portion of a retreat to help facilitate in New York. I'm trying not to be bitter, and part of me consented to it. The retreat itself is exciting - USAS's first-ever Alliance Building Committee strategy retreat. The ABC is the group that works on implementing

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1116095030125294352005-05-14T13:23:00.000-05:002005-05-20T19:39:36.373-05:00

Back from Pella, I had three days to get my affairs in order to leave for my rapid-fire trip to visit my parents. I say "visit my parents" because that's as much time as I had...I'd originally planned for a two-week, half-with-family half-with-Bay-pals trip. Oh, no. Perhaps I didn't heed my own schedule, sense, or anything like that. I had exactly five days, and then back to DC for a couple of

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1116094996837367732005-05-14T13:22:00.000-05:002005-05-20T19:42:43.340-05:00

After London, where else could I have gone than the mysterious, retiring Pella, Iowa? My dear pal Chris Crass and the Catalyst Project, a small and dedicated group of anti-racism trainers from the SF Bay Area, invited me to be a panelist at the Sixth Annual White Privilege Conference. After the flight across the Atlantic I had to re-acquaint myself with small planes, but it wasn't too bad at all.

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This week Allie and I drove up to Wimington, DE — home to many credit card companies and corporate headquarters, due to something special about Delaware's tax law. Who knew I would be back to Delaware so soon? The Coca-Cola Corporation decided this was an appropriate place to hold a share"owners" meeting (that's shareholders to all you non-corporatespeak types). Given Coke's human rights and

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Upon my re-entry to the States, I collapsed and slept. Then I had a weekend with The Elly and Her Family, as her Grandma was visiting. I got to meet said Grandma, go out to dinner at a lovely Vietnamese restaurant somewhere in Maryland, and watch Elly's little sister Kate perform an amazing high school production of "Sound of Music." Whose high school play has a *pit orchestra*? And a GOOD one,

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1113440247797190072005-04-13T19:14:00.000-05:002005-04-13T19:58:25.140-05:00

Today was the one day that I wasn't filming, so I tried to cram in all the London exploration I could handle. I didn't get very far, but it was lovely what I managed.I dragged myself out of bed to meet up with Amanda at 9:45 am, and ran into Masha on my way out of the tube. Brilliant! We went to the First Out cafe - a very cute queer cafe that was, in fact, the first of its kind. We wandered

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1113346174748346592005-04-12T17:49:00.000-05:002005-04-12T17:49:34.750-05:00

Today was the big testing day - we were off by noon, which was merciful becuase I couldn’t drag myself out of bed this morning. We started it off with the good ol’ MMPI-2 - a 597-question series of true-false questions to sort out my personality. Am I depressed? Do I hallucinate? Am I paraniod? I seriously doubt it. We’ll know for sure by Thursday. Then onto short and long-term memory tests,

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Last night as I was eating lunch/dinner (not quite adjusted to the time difference yet!) I pulled up a copy of the Independent’s Media commentary. How lovely to be reading a paper that has a media commentary section, but what they have to say about US politics is hilarious! So much Bush-and-Blair bashing, it really made me smile. The very nice young lady who was sort of bored working at the

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1113266144421195132005-04-11T19:34:00.000-05:002005-04-11T19:35:44.423-05:00

Last night I got on a plane at 10pm, and landed in London this morning at 10am. Hey, it’s only a 6 hour time difference, but who’s counting? I made it through the 1-1/2 hour queue at the airport without the dreaded “SSSS” security screening marker and thought I was OK...until the clerk comes after me on my way to drop off my bag tot he x-ray machine. “Wait Mr. Toth! I forgot to put something on

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1113346111607666712005-04-11T17:47:00.000-05:002005-04-13T19:48:01.016-05:00

Before heading out to the UK, I spent the weekend with Elly. In between work, laundry, and assorted other chores, we made it to the famous DC Annual Cherry Blossom Festival. It was a completely perfect day - sunny, not too windy, blossoms at their peak, and we biked there so as to enjoy the sun and avoid the Metro traffic. It was definitely crowded, but it was a lovely relaxed setting - everyone

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1112565796240747122005-04-03T17:03:00.000-05:002005-04-13T20:02:25.966-05:00

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Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1112517729715915642005-04-03T03:11:00.000-05:002005-04-13T19:48:48.750-05:00

Since last I wrote, I went on a campus tour of Philadelphia with my co-worker. I was going to "photo blog" pictures of that trip, so it may be forthcoming. Man, I'm somewhat seriously bummed that Philadelphia isn't a strategic location for national USAS...it's so much more vegan friendly than DC! Ya-Ping of SEAC let me in on the wonder that is three-dollar tofu hoagies at a convenience store/deli

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1111463156207977742005-03-21T22:03:00.000-05:002005-03-21T22:45:56.213-05:00

While I've been in the air constantly, it's provided an opportunity to catch up on reading I've wanted to do for years. I mean, like, since I was in my late teens. It's a preferable diversion to clutching my armrests to semi-frequent turbulence, and man, I never get used to that.What I've been reading: I'm currently barreling through Living In, Living Out: African American Domestics and the Great

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1111460413400267652005-03-21T21:44:00.000-05:002005-03-21T22:00:13.403-05:00

I spent this weekend in the Bay Area, it was sooooo good! And such a tease. I had, like, two seconds to see anybody.Firstly, I think I have a small curse that I have to ward off. During my tight connection at Dallas-Ft. Worth airport, my cell phone fell out of my pocket on the plane as I was running to catch the next one. ARGH! This was my second time back in Cali since I left, and again I'm

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1111457553347415312005-03-21T21:01:00.000-05:002005-03-21T21:43:04.036-05:00

Or, how I stopped worrying and learned to love ANY healthcare provider who would deal with me.This is one of those threads in my life that I kept meaning to post, but somehow was so frustrated by that spending the time to get it in words seemed insurmountable.OK, first off, I got the memo that I would never have access to the kind of trans-friendly healthcare that I had in San Francisco...so I

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1111456820625508202005-03-21T20:59:00.000-05:002005-03-21T21:00:20.626-05:00

Here's my deal with #2:I have friends who read my blog. Likely, you're one of them. Howdy, friend!A while ago, I hooked up one of those free commenting systems. Then, it mysteriously broke. Sometime thereafter I got up the gumption to fix them, and forthwith ceased to read comments. In fact, the whole idea that not only are people reading my blog, but *commenting* on it was sort of

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1111456734822241862005-03-21T20:51:00.000-05:002005-03-21T20:58:54.823-05:00

I know it's bad when I write lists to myself of things I want to post in this blog. I've been thinking (a dangerous thing) and reading, and, well, traveling constantly. The list I wrote was:1. My health care tangle2. Gosh, I have comments!3. California fun4. Reaction to reading5. Photos forthcomingSo you will see, in some order, some of these topics will be dealt with forthwith. Yay!

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I arrive, after a particularly cumbersome train-to-Baltimore, connection-through-Philly flight to Louisville, at the U of L. There’s a student conference that was originally building for a huge protest yesterday, a culmination of the efforts of four years of struggle and boycott by the Coalition of Immokalee Workers against Taco Bell and their parent company, Yum! Brands. But instead of more

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1109557305914627042005-02-27T20:32:00.000-05:002005-02-27T21:21:45.916-05:00

I'm now in Seattle for a brief northwest tour. This fills me with tremedous guilt, as any time I'm in this time zone I feel as though I must visit ALL of my Bay peeps, but it so wasn't happening this time around. Sheesh! I may get to see pals I haven't seen for three years, and I've never gottent o see much of Seattle nor Portland. I walk into a coffee-house, and on a lark ask the counter-worker

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1108972513480616992005-02-21T02:45:00.000-05:002005-02-21T02:55:13.480-05:00

Hangin' out with students for fair trade, getting a whirlwind tour of Chicago. I'm getting to spend lots of quality time with my fabulous co-worker, B, and visit veggie sites here (which is a challenge - Chicago is a meat-packing town. 'Nuf said.) I thought it was going to be so cold I would DIE, but not at all! Either I've acclimated or it's particularly mild out these days.I love this town, but

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1108513842330322062005-02-15T19:30:00.000-05:002005-02-15T19:30:42.330-05:00

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::::clapclapclapclap:::Deep in the Heeeeart of Te-Xas!I'm back from a lovely three days in Austin, having been to Durham once in between posts. Austin lived up to its cool reputation, far as I was concerned. I didn't get to see as much of it as I did the warehouse where we were hosting the USAS national conference, but marching around UT Austin in pleasant weather chanting about Taco Bell and how

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I went to lovely New Orleans this past weekend to 'replenish democracy' with fellow student organizers, courtesy of the Ford foundation. The conference was a success in that many of us working in different areas (with different students) got to network, strategize, and see ways our work can reinforce rather than compete. Many USAS leaders came out to the conference, and we had more time than

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Swarms of Republicans in the metro, our building on virtual lockdown, snow everywhere...this has been my last coupel of days. I got to host my friend Jenna, who put Elly and I up for the RNC. We wandered hither and yon throughout the protests. She's a radical librarian, and as a consequence had a kit with information about the various goings-on of the day. Being that it was cold and the marches

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1105929053780379442005-01-16T21:27:00.000-05:002005-01-20T19:29:51.500-05:00

After a week of the atrocious-if-classic flu, I came back swingin' to facilitate a conference of 35-some-odd students who flew/drove/took trains to DC to learn about standing in solidarity with campus service workers. While the wacky world of labor is, well, wacky these days, I'm really appreciating the opportunity to be a part of an internationally-coordinated labor campaign. I'm in a cafe

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Well, my blog has been a little spare lately. I got an awful flu, and I've been out sick from work for the last four days. Kaiser says I'll live, and my fever is gong down, but sheesh! There will be holiday redux and other postings soon, just as soon as the DayQuil haze wears off. :)

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In San Francisco. Yowtch! But now I have a shot at getting it back, as I sit presently at my folks' house in Sonora, Calif.Let's hear it for 50° and sunny! I'm here for a week. I almost kissed the ground at Oakland airport, but then it was gross. So I didn't. I had a sort of mission-impossible moment where I picked up my friend's car. There I am, x-mas eve, crawling on the ground searching for a

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The good news is that I'm staying put in DC for a bit, until students get back to school and stuff. The bad news is that the East Coast winter is actally upon us. It was 37° F in DC today, but with wind chill it felt like 27°. This now means something to me before, whereas in my halcyon winters of yore, these were numbers on the Weather Channel screen. As much as I love it here, I can't wait

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D.C. is so weird. I'm really still adjusting to things like this. This morning I come into work (somewhat sickly, I might add) to find lots of bustling in the entryway. Upon greeting my co-worker, she informs me that the conservative thinktank a few floors above us is hosting none other than Dick Cheney. We all think of terribly subversive things, like posting flyers in the elevators that say "

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I've split my time between Brooke's place in Chapel Hill and this awesome, awesome place in Durham - House of Mango. It's an activist/organizer collective living place near downtown, and instead of writing blog posts before bedtime, I've been up engaging in all manner of conversation with the folks who live here. Since it's finals-time, it's been like pulling teeth to get meetings with students.

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This morning I woke up on a sofa to the sounds of my grad student friends getting ready for class. I shuffled around in my jammies and Brooke made us some coffee, and the day begun in earnest. She worked on a paper while gleefully ditching a class. She’s struggling to write a peer-review paper to an almost all-white Planning Department that gets at the centrality of power, the racism inherent in

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OK, I know there are a lot of people in this world who have it worse off when it comes to the Transportation Security Authority. But a combination of one-way flights, a job of constant travel, and my propensity to be selected for the ‘special people’ line at the airport in general had me on the brink this morning. First off, I have to say “limited pat-down” my ASS. Whatever dude is patting me

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My pal Cathy Rion invited me to her house for Thanksgiving (I prefer 'thanks-taking', since that's a bit more historically accurate). It was lovely, three days of sleeping in, except for that last one where I got three hours of sleep because of the 6am flight and the lots of political conversation that needed to be had. Like, until one am. Yipes. I felt bad because in the intervening time,

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I touched down at Dulles airport last night at midnight, 40 minutes after a 2-hour delay at Raleigh-Durham. Short my wallet and several hours of sleep, and facing a complicated question from my immediate pals: "How was the SOA protest?" Erhem. Uhm, complicated. I walked into a scene that made me understand a couple of things pretty quickly: * Why I was hearing from a variety of folks of Color

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Tonight I get on a bus at Georgetown and drive all night with students to Georgia, arriving in Columbus at some ungodly hour for the commencement of the three day School of the Americas protest. I'm pretty excited, as I've never gotten to go to this protest, usually due to lack of money/time/accomodations. The only irritating thing is that the Youth/Student caucus is at the same time at the

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Back from Boston, and off to the University of Virginia where the USAS (United Students Against Sweatshops) mid-Atlantic regional conference gathered for a weekend of being SASsy. Heh. One final note about Boston: If you don't know what intersection you're at, Bostonian city planners have decided that you don't deserve to be there. Yep, even my hosts were quick to comment that practically every

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Day one of my self-organized two-day campus tour. I meet with a group and a recent grad student, all of whom are really nice folks and interested in what we’re working on. I met with the local JWJ/SLAP coordinator here, and we have the collective rant about the elections that’s really becoming more of a greeting than a rant. “Hi, can you believe over half the people in this country hate gay

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1099932948576007062004-11-08T11:54:00.000-05:002004-11-08T11:55:48.576-05:00

Hey folks, When last we spoke, I was in Ohio, having a great community-youth-organizing adventure that ended in crushing defeat. Since then, I went back to DC for two days, go on a plane, and arrived in Boston - about two hours after I’d planned, but ya know. I drove down that night to Cape Cod, Brewster, to be specific, where I plonked down at a motel at 2am. The next day was my friends Derek

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1099540331443286732004-11-03T22:25:00.000-05:002004-11-03T22:52:11.443-05:00

Thanks to just slightly more than half this country. Ah, well, at least we can work with the other half. Well, this sucked. But my mom gave me a t-shirt as a parting present that says "Remember, no matter who you vote for, the government will get in." That's the truth. Not that I'm an orthodox anarchist, but it's definitely the point here. So today we drove back from Ohio, my phone had died

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1099442111964154092004-11-02T19:15:00.000-05:002004-11-02T19:35:11.966-05:00

So here I am, in Columbus Ohio. Me and Mr. Bush, together at last. I woke up on the floor of my pal Cathy Rion's room, at 5:15 am, a whopping 3 hours after my head hit the pillow. I had a pillow, that was great! But let me back up. My intrepid co-workers and I sallied forth in a rental car, with only a 45-minute delay, to Columbus. I met my pal Cathy after we met with a student from OSU, and she

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1098367780220134832004-10-21T08:37:00.000-05:002004-10-21T09:09:40.220-05:00

Hey folks, Last Friday I arrived to the infamous Dulles airport with 3 checked bags and a carry-on. Much to my dismay, Elly wasn't able to procure a car and I got a shuttle to my new place. It was all terribly surreal, and late, and I was pretty hungry and cranky by the time I actually made it here - but Elly had food waiting, and eventually we walked down to U St to get me some late-night

Maxnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081824.post-1097310957298805782004-10-09T03:34:00.000-05:002004-10-09T03:35:57.296-05:00

Hi lovely peoples, Here's the story. Elly finishes school and moves out to California, claiming to be here for at least a year. In DC, she'd been volunteering with City at Peace, a theater-for-social-change group that works with youth in the DC area. She had been politicized by this group as a young person, and her sister Kate is now a participant. On her way out the door (or off the coast),

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