Saturday, March 21, 2015

@nyc311 puddles in curb cuts

This is another post in my series about things that don't work -- or break.

The City of New York has put cuts in the curbs at street corners, with the intent of making the sidewalks more handicap accessible.  These curb cuts are supposed to be useful for wheelchairs, but they can also be useful for baby strollers and wheeled luggage.  This seems like a great idea.

Unfortunately, it seems that these curb cuts have become prime puddle location.  The following photos were taken at 7th Avenue and 41st Street on 3/21/15 at approximately 10:45 a.m.



It had been snowing all day the previous day, so there were a lot of puddles, but both of these photos should show that the puddles are worse around the curb cuts.  Moreover, on days where there are no puddles anywhere else, there are often puddles at the curb cuts.

This doesn't seem very handicap accessible to me.

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

Zipper failure.

This is another post in my continuing series documenting low quality products that break prematurely.  Today I am going to show you a broken zipper

If you look at the right side of the zipper, about two inches from the end, you will see that this zipper has lost several teeth.  As a result of the loss of teeth, the zipper pull came off the right hand track. Therefore it can't be zipped.


This was a cheap pair of pants from Walmart -- brand "Lee Apparel."  One doesn't necessarily expect superb quality from  a discount store, but this pair of pants is less than six months old.   I have to think that buying a more expensive pair would have paid off in longer life and therefore been worthwhile.



I should note that this is not the only zipper which has lost teeth in my home.  

This didn't used to happen.  Zippers did not lose teeth when I was a kid.  Now we have planned obsolescence.  

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

John Oliver on Elected Judges

Facebook has shown me a sponsored link of John Oliver criticizing the practice of electing judges. 

He shows campaign ads where criminals claim that a judge let them go.  This appeals to voters who are afraid of criminals being free on the streets.

He shows instances where corporations have contributed to PACs, which sponsored ads against judges.

He shows an instance of an elected judge who was found to have engaged in personal, lewd misbehavior.

He also shows an elected Alabama judge who says something that John Oliver, who is not an attorney, thinks does not hold water legally.

I hope that the bar will respond to this distorted piece of editorialism.  Unfortunately, most attorneys lack the charisma and wit of John Oliver, and may not be able to achieve the kind of widespread attention that he gets.

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Let’s start with the Alabama judge, who defied the Supreme Court decision.  

Now, let me make this clear.  I am a supporter of marriage equality.  Still what the Alabama judge says is not as stupid as what John Oliver implies.  John Oliver is British, apparently, so he may not understand certain aspects of US law.

The US constitution has always been a document that limited government power.  The federal Supreme Court is supposed to be limited in how much it can intervene in state law.

There have been a few notable exceptions to the limitations on the intervention of the federal government in state law, e.g.:
1. The commerce clause, which allows the federal government to regulate interstate commerce.  
2. Prohibition, which was repealed
3. War powers
4. The fourteenth amendment.

Curiously, in the case of marijuana legalization, it has been conservative judges, who did not want to intervene in internal state law, who have been more concerned with federal intervention in state regulation of intrastate commerce in the case of this drug, which we commonly associate with liberal hippies.

It is the fourteenth amendment which is at issue with marriage equality rulings. The fourteenth amendment was created to allow the federal government, including the federal Supreme Court, to intervene within states to protect the civil rights of minority groups.  This is supposed to be a limited provision.

The Alabama judge says that Alabama state law, or the constitution, defines marriage as a union between a man and a woman.  He complains that the federal Supreme Court should not be trying to reinterpret the Alabama constitution — that the Supreme Court is overstepping the bounds of the 14th amendment.  In particular, he is claiming that this is an issue of definition rather than an issue of civil rights.

In this case, perhaps the Supreme Court is authorized to intervene, if it determines that LGBTQ people are within the purview of groups that are protected by the 14th amendment.  Naturally, the 14th amendment does not actually mention LGBTQ people, so what the Alabama judge is saying is not so stupid as what John Oliver implies. 

The judge's statement reflects a longstanding feeling about state's rights, particularly in the southern part of this country. This is a legal concern.  It is not an indication that election of judges is a bad thing.

Certainly, if judges were appointed, it would not necessarily mean that they would make decisions that everyone would agree with all of the time.  How can John Oliver think so?

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Now, I would like to comment on John Oliver’s contention that advertising during judicial campaigns is having a bad influence on judicial decisions.

Many states do regulate what can be in advertisements during judicial elections.  The types of ads that John Oliver shows would not necessarily be legal in all states.

That aside, the alternative to election of judges is appointment.  

Does John Oliver contend that the appointment process is not vulnerable to corruption???? Not vulnerable to undue influence by public fears and general politics???   Does John Oliver contend that appointed judges are not sometimes found guilty of inappropriate behavior???

Those contentions seem utterly absurd to me.   I wish I were not on vocal rest so that I could do a YouTube video, pointing out to John Oliver, in his own medium, the ludicrousness of those assertions.

I mean, why are people not rolling on the floor, pointing at their TVs or computers, laughing at the stupidity of someone saying such garbage?  Instead, this is a promoted Facebook video.

In totalitarian countries, also, leaders do not trust the election process, do not trust their own people. It sounds as if John Oliver is sympathetic to that reasoning.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

broken dishwasher basket


One of the things I like to document on here is things that break.  This is because I feel that in general merchandise in the USA is not of adequate quality and should be improved.

What you see here is a basket from my Kitchen Aid dishwasher.  You will notice that some of the cross pieces have broken off.  This means that the holes in the bottom of the basket are too large and utensils fall through.

When they fall through, they hit the rotor below, stopping it from turning.  When this happens the dishes don't get clean.

It may also be bad for the rotor.

Cost of new basket: over $50, which seems very high to me for a plastic part like this.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Feeder Valve Failure

On February 14, 2015, I experienced a basement flood.  Water was running out of the back of my relatively new furnace.  I had to make an emergency call to my furnace contractor.

The verdict was that the feeder valve to the furnace had failed, putting excessive water into the system, and overstressing the relief valve, which then caused the relief valve to fail.

This is a picture of the culprit, a valve manufactured by www.watts.com


Those of us who live in the USA are familiar with the general decline in product quality here. Whereas, in my parents' time, major appliances were expected to last 50 years -- and I do not remember any major appliance failure in my entire childhood, upgrades being done by choice rather than failure -- now appliances barely survive their warranty period, which tends to be short, generally no more than a year.

This constant appliance failure is an unnecessary drag on the typical family budget -- not to mention a big stressor.  Flooding the basement causes property damage in addition to repair expenses.

Something needs to be done to return appliance quality to its former state.  This widespread sale of hazardous junk needs to be halted.

Friday, January 23, 2015

My Father, The Holocaust, Charlie Hebdo, and Unintended Consequences

I'm going to start by  telling you a bit about being the daughter of a refugee from the Holocaust. I've been triggered to do this by a couple of things. First there were these incidents in Paris concerning Charlie Hebdo and the kosher market. Then I was asked to prepare a monologue for an audition in which I was to portray a first generation German immigrant. I found a few weeks ago that I can do a German accent. When it popped out of my mouth, it was accompanied by insistent memories.

My father

My father came to this country as a refugee from the Holocaust in 1937.  He was a refugee from the early Holocaust and, fortunately, did not spend time in the camps. He was raised Lutheran, but at least some of his ancestors were Jewish, probably all of them in recent memory. 

He never knew which of his grandparents had been born Jewish, the grandparents who marked him as non-Aryan, and therefore a target of the Holocaust.  This was not discussed in his family.  His father self-identified as Lutheran.  His mother self-identified as Catholic.

When I was a child, we were not permitted to mention the Holocaust in front of my father. This prohibition was not explicitly spoken, but I learned intuitively that he found the topic upsetting.  The prohibition was so absolute that I gather my younger brother did not even know. When he was an exchange student in Germany, he saw Meryl Streep's movie about the Holocaust. That was when he realized, I think. My father visited my brother there and apparently my brother asked my father whether my father had had to wear a yellow star.

My father reported this question to me as an offense, an insensitivity, that his son would bring back those unpleasant memories.

Later we discovered that my father had a second cousin in Queens, NY named LL Barschall. My father was HH Barschall. I was in law school at the time at Columbia, also in NYC. I went to have dinner with my father and the man I learned to call “Cousin Leo.” My father was surprised to learn of Leo’s existence, because he hadn't known that his grandfather, Max Barschall, had a brother.

Leo couldn't have been more different from my father. He was short and chubby. My dad was tall and thin. Leo was also still Jewish. And practically the first thing out of Leo's mouth was a mention of the Holocaust. My dad didn't flinch. He continued with the conversation.  I remember thinking "Are we allowed to talk about this now? "

My father's family must have spent a lot of energy hiding their Jewish heritage, hoping it might spare them from the Holocaust. My father never even knew which of his ancestors was Jewish.  The family secretiveness didn’t help.

I have a residual fear of external manifestations of Jewishness, like yarmulkes. Somehow my father managed to communicate a lot of fear to me without even saying a word.  Even mentioning these subjects seems dangerous to me.  Sometimes I feel embarrassed at being afraid of innocent people merely because of their clothes.

So I still have a dread of speaking of this, still a fear of getting in trouble for talking.  

At some point, my father made a donation to the Holocaust museum in Washington D.C. He had a notebook from when he was a university student. At that time, there were not transcripts the way we think of them in the USA. Instead, students carried a notebook in which professors recorded grades at the end of each course. Non-Aryan students, during the early Holocaust, were given notebooks that had a sticky yellow stripe on the page. This stripe made it difficult, or even impossible, for professors to record grades, so that non-Aryan students would not have a proper transcript.

This notebook was an important artifact for the museum. And, for a while at least, was in the third display case of their chronological exhibit. It was also an interesting step for him to acknowledge his involvement with the early Holocaust in a public manner.

Visiting the Holocaust Museum

For many years, I avoided the Holocaust Museum. I suspected it would increase my fear level. After my father died, I got some communication from them in reference to his donation. Finally, I went there with my family.

My older son, who was about 10, found it too disturbing. He went through very fast and waited at the end with my husband. My younger son was fascinated and wanted to see every single thing. I walked through with him and read off every sign and watched every video. He was seven. I don't know what he remembers of it.

I remember --amongst many other things-- my father's notebook and the inscription at the exit of the name of my grandfather's secretary, Helena Jacobs, who was honored by the government of Israel for resisting the Holocaust.

My grandparents escaped to England in 1938 using visas that she forged. She helped many others to escape as well. Eventually she was caught and imprisoned.  But, according to my father, this being war time, Germany had a shortage of skilled administrators.  She had run my grandfather's law office, so she had administrative experience. She was, curiously, made prison administrator. From this position, she was able to continue resisting the Holocaust. Later, when she was asked why she risked her life this way, she said it was because my grandfather was such a wonderful man that she wanted to save him and others like him. This made my father wonder if they had had an affair.

My father was an only child. I have long had a fantasy that it would turn out that he had a younger half brother who was still alive. No such person has ever manifested, though.

The visit did deepen my fear. I keep seeing grainy images of women in little cloche hats being loaded into box cars, never to be seen again, and dying horrible deaths, and imagining that I'm one of them. I visualize myself sleeping in those crowded, filthy bunks-- naked, starving, freezing, filthy, diseased. Sometimes I fancy I will wake up and discover that my father's and grandparents' escape was a mistake and that I'm to be sent back to this camp, as if I had ever been there, which I haven't.

My father wasn’t Jewish.  I’m not Jewish.  Actually half of the people who died in the Holocaust weren’t Jewish.  I learned that at the Holocaust museum. They gave us a passport at the entry with information about a person who died.  The person who I was given information about was a Czech woman who was a member of the Eastern Orthodox church and refused to convert to Catholicism.  6 million Jews died, but also 6 million other people including gays, developmentally disabled people, Gypsies, Armenians, and Eastern orthodox.  Many people don’t focus on these other deaths when they think of the Holocaust.


Germany later

I did have my German citizenship restored recently.  Germany does that for people like me who lost their German citizenship as a result of the Holocaust.  

I went to Germany once, when I was 12. I saw my father's old apartment, from the outside. There were still bullet holes in the walls, but the building was standing,  and there were still stone statues on the balcony railing of the top floor,  which had been my father's apartment. I could tell it must have been a fancy one, the whole top floor, with such an elegant balcony.  My grandfather was a more successful patent attorney than I ever was. I think it was on Linden Street, in a neighborhood where all the streets were named for trees.

I also saw Schwanverde, the amazing mansion where many father's wealthier cousins lived (and where Hitler lived during WWII); a German senator named Stein who was a childhood friend of my father (and whose children my father may have saved by sending them CARE packages after the war); and Helena Jacobs, who was elderly and in a nursing home and whose significance I did not then understand.

I also remember an uncomfortable moment in a taxi when my father turned around and began speaking to us in German, without realizing it, and my mother had to remind him to speak English,  My father normally never spoke to us in German and did not teach us any.   He was upset that he had made this mistake.

That visit coincided with the first moonwalk.  I remember being in a medieval castle on the Rhine and watching the first moonwalk on TV.  We also took a bus through East Berlin and some historical churches.

But mostly I remember a spooky feeling, ghosts of the murdered and of the murderers, that something bad might still happen, that the murderers were still lurking, that they might still come and take me.

I'm going through all this to help you understand the fears that many of Jewish ancestry feel. I know other people in this position.

Israel

The nation of Israel prides itself on being a refuge for oppressed Jews, for people who feel the same fears I feel.

But to me it isn't an attractive refuge. I'm not Jewish. My father was raised Lutheran and my mother was an old line WASP. She could trace her ancestry to Elder Brewster on the Mayflower. My cousin, who studies our genealogy, tells me he has memorized something like 4k ancestors and everyone has been Christian on that side for three hundred years. My maternal grandfather and great grandfather were in those same secret societies at Yale that the Bushes have frequented – and were very anti-Semitic. My mother's ancestors were fairly prominent in this country.  One of them was a brigadier general at Valley Forge, for instance.

I'm not Jewish.

Here in the USA, growing up, I had several friends in school who were Jewish or atheist, who complained frequently that Christian celebrations in public school felt stigmatizing to them. 

One of my childhood friends, Annie Laurie Gaylor, runs the Freedom from Religion Foundation, which works assiduously on preserving separation of church and state and also on behalf of people whose beliefs they characterize as "free thought."  This designation, "freethinkers," apparently includes atheists, agnostics, humanists, deists, and some others who do not belong to large religious groups. Annie Laurie suffered harassment in public schools from Christian teachers as a result of her stridently vocalizing her atheist beliefs.  She really sold me on the concept of the secular state.

If I were non Jewish in Israel, my understanding is that I would be considered a Palestinian. I would presumably feel marginalized by a state espousing a faith I do not share, just as my Jewish and atheist friends felt marginalized in predominantly Christian Wisconsin.

I'm not a Zionist.

It's curious to me how my Jewish friends, some of whom are very Zionist, do not understand how their complaints about Christian observances in US public schools make me uncomfortable with a nation that is explicitly Jewish -- just as with nations which are explicitly Christian, Muslim, or atheist. I believe in "separation of church and state."  My beliefs are unintended consequences of theirs.

Many Zionists don't seem to be able to separate not being Zionist from being anti-Semitic.  I don't think I am anti-Semitic.  I've sometimes considered becoming a reform Jew.  I feel that my religious beliefs are probably pretty similar to those of some reform Jews -- but Zionism does not appeal to me.  Sometimes I think of becoming Baha'i'.  Currently, I am a Quaker.

My parents went to Israel once.  My father said that, if he lived there, he would join the Freedom from Religion Foundation (actually he said "Annie Laurie's organization").  He did not like the idea of living in a country where the government sponsored a religion.  As an adult, my father did not participate in any organized religion.  I believe he was probably agnostic, but I don't know.  That was another thing he never discussed.  He did not like any discussion of topics that could not be proven or disproven.  He was a physicist.  

That fear of political, religious, and philosophical discussion probably also stemmed from growing up in the early Holocaust, where such discussions might have brought trouble.

Sometimes I've met observant Jewish women, who seem to be trying to undo the Holocaust with their personal bodies, by having very large families and raising their kids in insular observant communities. Then they send their radicalized children to Israel, where presumably they make these controversial settlements on the West Bank. I don't favor this process.

Incidents in Paris

Now we get to what's been happening in France. There were two incidents. In one incident, conservative cartoonists and other staff at a satirical publication were murdered. In the other incident, Jewish people were murdered at a kosher market.

Massive protests ensued with millions of people on the street. I've been in protests before. It's hard to get people out to such things. I was impressed that they managed to get so many out. Paris has a great history of street protests, some of which have led to revolution. Perhaps it is easier to get French people out than it is Americans

Notably these protesters carried signs that said "Je suis Charlie."  This slogan took off. I saw Americans posting it to social media.

I felt some cynicism about these protests. I wondered if perhaps the press has the power to mobilize protests when the press itself is threatened, but chooses not to exercise that power for other issues.

I also saw rumors on line that the protesters were predominantly reactionary xenophobes rather than true civil libertarians.  This deepened my cynicism.

One of my friends, whose mother came here as a refugee from the Holocaust, complains "Why don't they have signs saying 'Je suis juif?'" I know what she's thinking. She's thinking it's never stopped. Maybe she's seeing those grainy images of women in those funny little hats and the thick heeled shoes and the wool coats – being forced into box cars -- just as I keep seeing them. Her mother actually was in one of those camps as a child.

The Wall Street Journal, which I subscribe to, ran articles about anti-Semitic incidents in France and then,  ominously, ran an article saying that French Jews are packing their bags to go to Israel. Israel invites such people to move there, claiming to be able to offer them safety.  In my mind, given the situation in the Middle East, this claim to safety seems somewhat dubious.

I remember, when the stock market crashed in 2008, that I had an irrational obsession with fleeing, persuaded that political dislocation was going to follow economic disaster, just as it had in Germany when my father was young.  Fear, flight, my father's pattern, that was what was overtaking me.

I know this fear -- this desperate, impossible desire for safety – this desire to flee to somewhere safe.

But I also fear this emigration to Israel: more people to displace Palestinians. Do terrorists think at all? Don't they see that if they attack Jews in the diaspora, they are making the situation in Israel worse, the situation that they deplore and hope to change? That Jews go to Israel if attacked elsewhere – people like those radicalized children raised in insular communities in the USA?

And the protestors, do they know how their signs are being interpreted?  Do they know that their signs are being interpreted as anti-Semitic by Jews in the USA?  Do they know that their signs are also making more people think of going to Israel?

I lived in France as an exchange student. I stayed in two families. One was a secular Catholic family. One was a secular Jewish family. The mother in that first family was horribly bigoted. Though French people pride themselves on being tolerant, not all French people are tolerant.  Indeed, some of the protestors have been identified as very bigoted.

The terrorist attacks and the protests both cause more people to flee to Israel.  This makes for more land grabs on the West Bank, more suffering for Palestinians.  These are unintended consequences.

Can we stop unintended consequences?

I had this thought of contacting a friend in Paris. She's an American. She was, or is, a journalist. I wanted to somehow brainstorm with her about unintended consequences, about impressions created.

I wasn't clear enough.  Somehow she took offense.

She said to tell my friends that the French were equally concerned with the Charlie Hebdo incident and the kosher market incident. She said that the slogan "Je suis Charlie" was a shorthand for both events and that she has no control over the impressions people get who think otherwise.  She told me that the Jewish people she knows in France are not planning to move to Israel.  They think that would be giving in to terrorists. 

She did not want to continue the discussion.

So I am blogging about it. 

In principle, my blog could reach millions of people all over the world.

In fact, I know that very few people read it.  I’m too prolix and I’m not connected.


Still, I am hoping we can stop these unintended consequences and help everyone feel more safe in Europe and elsewhere.

I keep going back to a statement by Yoda in Star Wars "Fear leads to Anger. Anger leads to Hatred.  Hatred leads to suffering."  I find that statement very insightful.

(p.s. I'm baffled as to why some of this blog shows up in smaller typeface. I did not enter it that way.)

Friday, January 2, 2015

Holiday Cards

This blog is to give some examples of my computer calligraphy

New Year 2022





Christmas 2021




Summer Solstice 2021




Valentine's Day 2021




New Year 2021 (12/31/20)

March 2020


 Happy New Year 2020


Christmas 2019




Happy New Year 2018 12/31/17



Season's Greetings 12/5/17



Birthday Card 5/19/17



Recently, I've been getting into blurry graphics.  I just really like the way these mixed colors look on my screen, especially full screen.

New Years 2017

Again I did 2



Christmas 2016:

I did 2 & couldn't choose which I liked better





New Year's 2016



Thanksgiving 2015



I did several drafts of this card see draft cards Valentine's Day 2015


2015 Winter Solstice graphic


2015 New Year's card


The one below is a sort of game I'm playing recently, where I make a smeary image and try to find letters in the borders of the colored regions.





2014 "Season's Greetings" (Christmas) card



2014 "Happy New Year" card


2013 Christmas Card


Get well card 2014



Thanksgiving 2013


Valentine's day 2013


Season's Greetings 2012



Here are a couple of calligraphy examples that I did for a friend who is getting a "yolo" tattoo