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A simple message for complex freakin' times. I should get one for my ca,r though it'd probably be more effective if I drove a GM vehicle (Jeep's owned by Chrysler, so it almost counts).

it may have been snowing for a bit this morning, but it was sunny and over 60 on friday... and we were finally all healthy enough to get out to the park for a spell. gotta grab hold of nice spring days in portland when you can.

 

while the whole family has been under the weather recently, lots of blog things are percolating, sure to be published in the near future. But for a nice placeholder, here are a few recent pics of my gorgeous boys. (click to embiggen)

People are often surprised to hear that I'm a big NFL fan, like it doesn't fit my persona somehow. But now with Bill Maher's help, it's clear that it must be the socialism that attracts me.

Bill Maher - Irritable Bowl Syndrome from Fraser Davidson on Vimeo.

(it's also because football is just entertaining as all get-out. Can't wait for the big game on Sunday)

Hey, I made a GIF of my boys just for kicks. (and for the grandparents in mexico right now)

Between just finishing the Hunger Games trilogy, the ongoing Republican Party fart-fest of a nominating process, and watching Hot Coffee earlier this week, I've had just about enough of politics for a while.* But really, everyone should watch Hot Coffee. I'd really like to get my grandmother to watch it, just to see what she'd think -- I figured she'd at least listen to John Grisham (but probably not) --  but I already got into an argument with her once in the last month or so, and that's more than enough for me. Ostensibly about the purchase of our legal system by corporations (aided and abetted by the mainstream media's treatment of cases like the title case, where an elderly woman was burned -- no, scorched -- by a 180-degree cup of coffee purchased at McDonald's, what I found while watching it was that it was really about something much more abstract, which is just about the way we view the world and the insta-judgments we make about things that we think we "know" about, well, everything. And how even faced with evidence that we might possibly be just the slightest bit misinformed, we clamp our hands over our ears and scream to the high heavens until whatever gnat that's buzzing in our ear gets bored and flies away. When the truth is, we probably know very little about very little… or at least not nearly enough about anything to be able to be absolutely in the right about much of anything. Which is not to say that I'm never going to proclaim my absolute and undying correctness about certain things, like, say, the perfection that is Die Hard or the mouth-watering goodness that is a bacon maple bar, but that I'm going to make a small attempt, here and there, to at least listen to some opposing viewpoints and withhold judgments without evidence from here on out… or at least for the next five minutes. *So good thing The Ides of March just dropped in through the mail slot, eh?

Yes, we're still watching Glee (or as I often call it, the Good-Time Disability Power Hour). No, the show mostly isn't any good, but every once in a while they pull off a decent song or two, and then on occasion there's an episode like last night's that makes Amy cry not once but three times. Because the one thing they do is highlight disability and people with disabilities in a way that I don't see really anywhere else. Last night's episode not only gave Becky, a character with Down syndrome -- and a background player most of the time -- a full plotline and nearly a third of the show -- but it also gave her an inner life (and rollicking inner monologue delivered by Helen Mirren) in a way that honestly surprised me -- not only for how great it was, but that the writers/producers would even consider giving Becky a robust piece like that, considering the extremely short shrift most people with disabilities get in the media (and, hell, even given the one-noteness and stereotypes that pervade most of the background characters on Glee itself). At the same time, it didn't pander to the character -- when she asked a boy out on a date, he initially said yes only out of pity...or at least 'cause he didn't want to hurt Becky's feelings. But then when he stood up for her when his friends questioned him because he actually enjoyed her company, they were stunned. And then as the episode progressed and he realized that she was interested in him more as a boyfriend, the show didn't flinch from the fact that he wasn't interested because Becky had Down syndrome, an icepick to the heart of those of us with kids with Ds, for sure, but not an unrealistic portrayal -- and Jane Lynch's Sue Sylvester put it best when she told Artie to treat Becky just like he would any other girl. Now if they could just get rid of that Shuester dude, all might be well in Glee land. Though I'll admit that he wasn't nearly as annoying as usual last night and they didn't let him sing, so there was that.  

in cartoon form!

Reminded over the holidays that this also applies to trying to argue logic with anyone over the age of 80. Not a good idea.