Keith Ellison, DFL candidate for MN 5th District

[a]: http://www.google.com/search?q=%22keith+ellison%22+site:powerlineblog.com
[1]: http://powerlineblog.com/archives/014383.php
[2]: http://www.kpmartin.com/?p=86
[3]: http://www.kpmartin.com/?p=92
[4]: http://www.answers.com/topic/kathleen-soliah
[5]: http://www.keithellison.org/
[6]: http://www.fineforcongress.org/

[Keith Ellison][5] is the DFL-endorsed candidate for Minnesota’s Fifth District congressional seat. Do not vote for him.

Ellison has been the subject of [pretty intense scrutiny over at Power Line][a], and in my opinion, that’s a very good thing. Power Line seems to be doing better investigative reporting than either of our local newspapers.

Sure, I can pretty much be counted on to prefer that a democrat doesn’t get voted into any particular office, but the thing that bugs me is when standard media outlets don’t seem to pursue investigating all sides with equal vigor (as regular readers [already][2] [know][3]).

One tiny little thing about [Ellison’s speech quoted today at Power Line][1] which made me want to post was this (the context is the alleged unfairness of prosecuting [“Kathleen Ann Soliah”/”Sara Jane Olson”][4] for her involvement in a fatal bank robbery among other things):

> The idea that the people who want to prosecute Sara Jane Olson have, well,they have a “June Cleaver” concept of what women are supposed to be about. They have a “June Cleaver” idea that Sara Jane Olson, women in general, were supposed to be in the kitchen cooking -SOMETHING. Right? And are NOT supposed to be engaged in political protest, laying out political thought, and certainly not breaking out of some concrete stereotype or image that they had. In the 60’s, when we fought for public housing: housing for people to live in, not shanty shacks or sugar ditches, and ghettos in Detroit, Chicago, so on.

Good heavens, what obtuse rhetoric. Interestingly, “political protest, laying out political thought, and [breaking out of concrete stereotypes and images]” weren’t on her indictment. “Conspiracy to commit murder, possession of explosives, explosion and attempt to ignite an explosive with intent to murder” were.

Call me a prude, but I hold to the high example set by June Cleaver that not carrying and using explosives and not intending to murder people is good.

What could possibly be Ellison’s point? Let’s (painfully) grant that all her causes were noble and her heart was pure as the driven snow. Should she not have been prosecuted?

Anyway, that speech alone would cause me to run looking for anyone else to vote for, regardless of party. But if you’re interested enough, the [other Ellison posts by Power Line][a] reveal someone who really wants to distance himself from his not-so-distant past views. And apparently our local newspapers are willing to help.

Ellison’s probably a perfectly nice guy. And he is out there in the public arena trying to get done what he thinks should get done. I always think a level of respect should always be given to those who take on public office – even if I disagree with them – and so I tip my hat to Ellison for being in the game. Even though I hope he doesn’t make it to the U.S. House.

And from a tech perspective, he has a [good web site][5]; standards-compliant and it looks like it was made with Adobe GoLive. :)

And though I’d urge you to consider [Alan Fine for Minnesota’s Fifth District congressional seat][6] instead, I gotta say the code behind *that* site makes me cringe. Microsoft Office indeed! {shudder}

Clouds are starting to part

Big weekend. Replaced a bathroom faucet. Visited a family birthday party. Then spent about twelve hours at my Mac working on various projects. And finally, many are drawing to a close.

Baby robinBut in the midst of my busy weekend, I still had time to notice that our home is becoming a nature center. Well, it was actually last week I woke up to this baby robin hanging out at the dining room window (click for a bigger view). What I couldn’t catch with the camera was Mama Robin bringing baby a worm. That was pretty cool. The baby was too young to be nervous about being near a Human’s house, but Mama was definitely uncomfortable.

BunnyBut big deal, right? Robins are all over the place. True, but bunnies aren’t. Well, at least not out in the open taking a nap. He came out at bedtime last night and just sat there. I was able to take this picture by creeping out of the front door. He saw me and didn’t even care. We wondered if it was the same one Kenny used to chase around and around the house when he was little. Probably not – that was about six years ago – but it brought back a fun memory.

GoatOK, fine… bunnies are not exactly novel city creatures, either. Well, my favorite of the weekend was discovered Saturday morning when I woke up. I was clicking away at the dining room table, when I looked over and saw this fellow. Yes, a goat. I’ve heard his little bleats floating around, but I’ve never caught a good look at him. He’s new to the neighborhood. A little mexican lady came over and tied him to the tree in our boulevard for a snack. He’s their pet. There’s a little kid in their family who came over and bugged it for a while. I kept hoping the goat would get fed up and bite him. Or I was going to have to. I’ve never understood kids who were unkind to animals; portends bad things. Anyway, to my disappointment, no one got bit.

As I was driving in to work today, I remembered that I’d sprayed some weed killer over there. I was wondering if I should tell them, but their english is poor and I wouldn’t want them to think I disliked having the goat on our boulevard. Then I thought a sign might do the trick. Symbols! International!

What would I do? I thought “well, a goat with a circle slash for ‘no goat’… that’s good… and then a skull and crossbones for ‘poison'”. Then I realized that would look like “if you bring your goat here I will kill him”.

So I’m not doing the sign.

This last week

It’s been a tough one. It started last Saturday with a nasty sunburn earned by finishing up the garden area fencing. That was sore for a few days. Then Monday night while working on my web site it went down. Shortly afterwards a powerful, exciting thunderstorm blew through. I assumed they were related.

Tuesday came. Yes, 6/6/06. No, I don’t put anything into that date. Came in to work to a broken water main having flooded the basement. Later, my boss’s email went down while she was out of town. Then another employee’s email for a different reason. The I find out that my blog being down was just the symptom of my provider (and friend) having lost his server to a hard drive crash. I stopped by and helped him for a few hours. We decided to rebuild using Apache instead of WebStar.

The next days were a blur of working my regular day job, working on building a new server remotely, and occasionally seeing the visiting South Carolina Martins. Little sleep. Lots of stress. A handful of big, tough deadlines looming.

Well, it’s almost over. The day job deadlines have largely been met. The server is running (as you can see), though it’s not complete yet. I have a bunch of catch up work to do for past clients. Looks to be a weekend in front of a screen. But forecasts promise rain, so it won’t be bad to hang out inside.

Mind over matter

[1]: http://www.firewalking.com/

Matter won.

I was out doing yardwork all day Saturday. Barefoot. Why wreck my shoes, I thought. Feet clean easily.

I had been gathering up scrap wood and twigs into our little copper fire pit and I finally decided to set it aflame. Everything was burning nicely, but I needed to tend it occassionally[1]. At one point I came in close to pick up a branch which had fallen out. I stepped on something with the foot I was leaning in on. Well, I had been stepping on things all day and usually just a little twist of the foot will relive the pain until I can shift my weight and pick up my foot. I shifted. It hurt more. And more. OW!

Well, I hadn’t stepped on stray twigs or pebbles as I had thought, but rather a few burning cinders. Oh man.

It wasn’t too bad and it doesn’t hurt anymore, but what a surprise! It funny how benign hot cinders look in the daylight.

I guess I need to go to [school][1].

[1] Whew. I almost split my infinitive.