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When you see something unusual in the sky, it captures your attention like nothing else. It is at once exciting, scary, exhilarating, dreadful, and awe-inspiring. No matter what you're doing at the time, you focus all your attention on the thing in the sky. You point to it, chase it, shout at others to look at it, and, if you're lucky, fumble for a camera to take a picture of it. You keep asking those around you, "Is it real? Am I really seeing this? Do you see it?" You list logical things it could be: an airplane, a weather balloon, an optical illusion, a military aircraft, a cloud, a reflection, a glare. You frantically snap picture after picture, hoping that just one will be clear enough to show what you are seeing.

As conditions deteriorate--the light or weather changes, the thing in the sky disappears--you are left with a searing memory of something that you still aren't quite sure really took place. You strain to pinpoint details you normally take for granted--what time is it, what day is it, where am I?

And then, if you're REALLY lucky, you remember that there is a way to report such things, and you find the number, and you call the number, and the person on the other end of the line doesn't think you're a crackpot, but calmly and expertly tells you to collect written reports from everyone in your party who witnessed the thing in the sky and send them to the reporting agency.

Then the person on the other end of the line beseeches you to alert the media because reports of this same phenomenon have been coming in from other parts of the country. You promptly seek out your local newspaper and television news outlets, which, you quickly discover, have all been taken over by giant media conglomerates that provide no way to reach a live reporter to report news items of local interest, only a "Contact Us" link on their websites with a dropdown list of general questions or comments from which to choose, none of which includes "I think I saw a FREAKING UFO!"

So you go to your blog, which has an international audience, tell your story, and hope that those who read it also won't think you're a crackpot.

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Wed Sep 11, 2013 at 08:24 AM PDT

The WTC as I knew it

by Greek Goddess

World Trade Center, WTC

My son and I running around the World Trade Center, July 1999.

...was a place to play, listen to jazz outside, pass through on my way to work, shop, visit the offices of friends, take out-of-towners on tours, people-watch, catch the train, grab some lunch, and, on this July Sunday morning in 1999, chase after my 22-month-old son. Happier times.

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Fri Aug 09, 2013 at 06:00 AM PDT

I miss my pootie (Updated)

by Greek Goddess

Offered without comment.

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Half a century. That's how long I've been knocking about this mortal coil as of today. Fifty years old may seem young to some and old to others, but to me it seems just right. Maybe it's the Greek in me, but I've never had a problem with the idea of growing older. In the Greek culture, it's considered an honor to give young people council as the older, wiser family member. Now, no one's asked me for any advice lately, but if they should, I'd be happy to settle down in my chair, worry beads in hand, and dispense the following observations about life which I've accumulated during my fifty trips around the sun. Please feel free to add your own life lessons in the comments. Yasou!

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Note: The WYFP community mourns the loss of life in Boston and stands with those who yearn for justice, closure, and peace. By sharing our problems in this forum tonight, we do not seek to compare our issues to those of others. As always, we strive to support each other in this diary, and we also extend our support, love, and comfort to those outside our circle who are hurting tonight.
WYFP is our community's Saturday evening gathering to talk about our problems, empathize with one another, and share advice, pootie pictures, favorite adult beverages, and anything else that we think might help. Everyone and all sorts of troubles are welcome. May we find peace and healing here. Won't you please share the joy of WYFP by recommending?
It's coming up on five years since I lost my job as the marketing manager of a prominent architectural firm in New York City. It's nearly four years since my son and I moved from NYC to rural Indiana. It's almost three years since I received my last unemployment check. It's six months since I worked steadily (though part-time). And it's a month and a half until my 50th birthday. Is this what our generation has to look forward to for the rest of our productive lives?

Come with.

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Wed Apr 25, 2012 at 05:30 AM PDT

GUS: They lied.

by Greek Goddess

GUS (Gave Up Smoking) is a community support diary for Kossacks in the midst of quitting smoking. Any supportive comments, suggestions or positive distractions are appreciated. If you are quitting or thinking of quitting (or want to support quitters), please - join us! We kindly ask that politics be left out.

You can also click the GUS Tag to view all diary posts, or access the GUS Library at dKosopedia for a great list of stop-smoking links. Check it out!

Want to make sure you never miss us? Follow the GUS tag to keep GUS in your Stream. It's just that easy!

A message to all quitters: you don't have to avoid GUS if your latest attempt to quit didn't work out. We won't give you a bad time and we consider the attempted quits as "practice" for the real quit.

Update: I can't get the linky to kcc's most excellent comment to work, so please see flumptytail's most excellent linky in the comments.
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How DARE Newt Gingrich lecture Americans on proper moral conduct when he dumped TWO wives while they were ill and was carrying on an EXTRAMARITAL AFFAIR at the same time he was screaming for BILL CLINTON'S IMPEACHMENT?!

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Wed Oct 12, 2011 at 09:35 AM PDT

My own OWS demands (w/poll)

by Greek Goddess

As a direct result of the economic conditions fueling the Occupy Wall Street protests, I've been unemployed for three years. I'm no longer living in New York, where I lived for 30 years. And I'm no longer in the middle class, where I was for 45 years.

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What do you demand?

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Welcome to Press the Face, a Sunday-morning talk show liveblog where you can respond to the Sunday talks with your opinions, support, refutations, or ravings. The larger goal is to provide meaningful accounts of the the shows for those who are unable to watch them, but it's also an opportunity to share our thoughts in real time as armchair spectators of the sport of political discussion.
I started Press the Face because I hoped there were others who, like me, spent Sunday mornings yelling at the tee vee machine--or, more specifically, at the guests (and hosts) of the Sunday talks. My hopes were more than fulfilled when my humble diary was joined by countless boisterous Kossacks gleefully lobbing their not-so-humble opinions at their political targets (and hitting them with impressive accuracy).

My life has changed a lot since I wrote those words in January 2010. My Sunday mornings, once reliable havens of solitude (albeit often lonely) have become filled with caring for my family, participating in community theatre, and enjoying the company of a very special person who will soon become a permanent part of my life. Unbeknownst to my dear readers, I've spent much of the last two years without a tee vee machine to yell at--a combination of economic necessity and social statement--and so I've been the one to rely the most on your comments to keep me apprised of what was transpiring on the Sunday talks.

Activity has waned around here in recent weeks. It's much easier to roll up our sleeves for a bracing political showdown when the opposition party is in office, so perhaps that is a factor. There is also such a thing as "diary fatigue," which can strike both readers and writers (for striking exceptions, see Bill in Portland Maine; WYFP and Pootie diaries).

I refer you to Silly Rabbit, whose reviews of the political week and previews of the Sunday talks form a splendid base from which to leap into the Sunday talks pool. I've no intention of going gentle into that good night, however--I plan to return to writing subject diaries on topics such as local politics, autism, atheism--and indulging in a splashing of snark whenever possible.

Many thanks to all whose participation has made this liveblog such a joy to host. We've made friends here, and we will keep in touch. Goodbye cool world--and hello new world!

Hugs,
Greek Goddess

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Welcome to Press the Face, a Sunday-morning talk show liveblog where you can respond to the Sunday talks with your opinions, support, refutations, or ravings. The larger goal is to provide meaningful accounts of the the shows for those who are unable to watch them, but it's also an opportunity to share our thoughts in real time as armchair spectators of the sport of political discussion.

The Sunday talks and this blog have had a week to digest the news that Osama bin Laden has been killed by American forces. History will write and rewrite the story of how the Navy Seals flew specially-equipped choppers under cover of night, stormed the compound, shot bin Laden, left with his body, identified it positively, and buried it at sea. Interviews will be given, books will be written, credit will be taken. What, however, does it mean in the context of our lives over the past couple of decades? How does this event bookend the role the U.S. had in creating the context for bin Laden's influence in the first place, and what does it say about our use of money and resources to fight the spread of governments and systems we find threatening to democracy?

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Welcome to Press the Face, a Sunday-morning talk show liveblog where you can respond to the Sunday talks with your opinions, support, refutations, or ravings. The larger goal is to provide meaningful accounts of the the shows for those who are unable to watch them, but it's also an opportunity to share our thoughts in real time as armchair spectators of the sport of political discussion.
Obamas welcome nonissue

Mr. and Mrs. Barack Obama of Honolulu have been delivered of a moot point, born August 4 at 7:24 p.m. The irrelevant affair came into being at Kapiolani Maternity and Gynecological Hospital, as the existence of their baby was confirmed by dozens of observers, including physicians, nurses, four nurses' aides, two candystripers, a janitor, the gift shop lady, the baby's grandparents, Mrs. Obama's hospital roommate and her husband, and the retired hospital volunteer who wheeled Mrs. Obama out the door and helped her into her husband's car. The grist for the gossip mill was released several days after the birth, and both parents looked forward to watching the non-controversy grow into into a robust non sequitur.

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Welcome to Press the Face, a Sunday-morning talk show liveblog where you can respond to the Sunday talks with your opinions, support, refutations, or ravings. The larger goal is to provide meaningful accounts of the the shows for those who are unable to watch them, but it's also an opportunity to share our thoughts in real time as armchair spectators of the sport of political discussion.

This week I had an interesting experience speaking to legislators in the Indiana State House. Though I am hoping to write a diary exclusively about that, I can't resist sharing some general impressions here in light of the current budget battle raging in Washington. I went with a group of concerned parents to appeal to the lawmakers not to cut money from a youth education program our kids are part of. We met with a senator and a representative, both Republicans. The senator spoke not one word. The representative spoke extensively but said nothing. We left the meeting disillusioned, cynical, and angry at the lies we had heard. Expanding that to the national scene makes me feel even more discouraged, but I still believe we the common people can make a difference. I'm hanging onto that as we watch the federal budget battle play out.

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