A new gripe, a new blog category

I write a lot of letters of complaint, sometimes with real expectations of results, sometimes just to cool off. Usually I send them, sometimes not. I will inaugurate this new category with a letter I wrote last night after hearing the clink of chains and running downstairs here at our Brighton Park exile to find a tow truck about to haul our car off. The gripe letter will be in the mail today. Grrr. Idiots.

Dear Brighton Park Management:
You tried to tow our car at 9:30 p.m. last night. I heard the noise and forestalled this with only seconds to spare. We have several objections which we wish to put in writing.
First, our understanding, confirmed by the manger who responded last night, is that unregistered cars cannot be parked in the open spaces after 10:00 p.m. So what were you doing hooking our car up at 9:30?
Secondly, we only received one warning. You have two stubs for warning tickets, so obviously one of them must have fallen off or been taken off by someone else. We had no idea that we were at risk of being towed for just one infraction. This possibility, of course, is one reason responsible management makes every effort to give fair warning before towing a car.
Having a car towed is expensive and a huge inconvenience. As property owners in a nearby condominium and active participants in the condo association there, we know that sometimes cars need to be towed and sometimes even residents’ cars, but we take this step only after making every effort to resolve the issue in some other way and giving ample warning. Since we have several times requested temporary permits for this car and it is clearly known to the security patrol, you could have called us or left a notice on our door or even fined us, for instance. We would have been doubly careful to move the car into the garage on time (not that that would have helped us this time!).
Third, your parking policy is unfair. Reasonable residential complexes assign two parking spots, often one outside stop and one inside spot, to two-bedroom apartments. If a resident has only one car, they can choose which to use. Your policy, under which we have been unable to register our car because we only have one, is patently unfair. It also, of course, encourages dishonesty, which we did not employ, but in retrospect we now think we should have told you we had two cars and registered the actual car for outside parking. In our case, our garage is far from our unit, and we have a toddler, so parking in the garage is a burden.
Finally, rules are of course important for the smooth functioning of a residential complex, but when, as we have observed here, management routinely charges infractions for petty things—the occasional bicycle (in a complex without bike racks!) or, gasp, a car that backs into a spot (what is that about?), this generates ill-will, low morale, and even lower rates of compliance. We have noted this in the complex where we own. Lighten up.
But most of all, if you’re going to be sticklers about rules, at least follow them precisely. We are conscientious and try very hard to follow all the rules. Nine-thirty is not 10:00, and we expect an apology.

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Names for things, names for people

Oliver is now starting to realize that there are two different languages in his life, I think. For a while now, he will call things by two names if he knows them both and especially if he really wants something: “barco, barco, boat, boat” when he wants to watch his “on the go” Baby Einstein video, for example. His vovó/grandmother now routinely asks him, “how do say that in English” and he will answer.
He will also now successully answer questions about proper names from relational names: What is mamãe‘s/mommy’s name? Leda. What is papai‘s/daddy’s name? John Norvell. What is vovó’s name? Dona Maria (because he’s heard me call her that). What is the neném‘s/baby’s name? Oliver!

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Tough Guys Don’t Dance

After reading Mark Singer’s puff piece in the May 21st Talk of the Town, I was intrigued to see the movie Tough Guys Don’t Dance, directed by and screenplay by and based on the novel by Norman Mailer. Critics panned it at the time, but, gee it was such rollicking good fun to make etc., etc., etc.
The Critics were Right. This is the worst movie ever (from the ranks of movies whose producers [which included Coppola] never once imagined they might be making the worst movie ever, anyway). Also Ryan O’Neal’s worst movie, Isabella Rossellini’s worst – need I go on? I stuck with it to the end only with numerous breaks (a fresh martini, fifteen minutes in the spa, some light housework) just for the suspense of seeing how much more wretched it could get.

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Sopranos/Big Love

I loved the end of the Sopranos. It was perfect symmetry. Personally, I think he bought it listening to Journey with an onion ring in his mouth. Do I feel the need to see it spelled out like all the other bloody murders? No.Greatest show in television history, after the Simpsons. For me, it finally edges out Oz as HBO’s best.
The season premiere of Big Love may have the been best so far. I love this show, for lots of reasons. Ok, the acting/script type reasons, obviously. I love that alternate sexualities are normalized, to an extent; despite the macho, Joseph Smith/patriarchial take (admittedly more than just a “take” of course, in world history), it shows very imaginatively how some Americans would deal with a stigmatized, alternative sexuality. The whole show can be read as an allegory of homosexuality circa 1975. Why shouldn’t people be able to form this kind of family if they want, and are not constrained or coerced or brainwashed (the Juniper Creek bogeyman)?
The show also makes me think of the interviews I’ve heard on NPR recently where fundamentalist Christians express surprise at the incredibly bizarre things that “otherwise intelligent” Mormons believe. Indeed! Mormonism is so weird and so American and so Christian in a sense that it is a constant reminder and reflection of the deeply irrational basis of Judeo-Christianity in general. The Republican primary is going to be so interesting in this respect: So, paradise is in Independence, MO? Yes, well, the Bible is a biology textbook? So, Jesus was hanging out in Central America? Yes, well, Jesus was born of a virgin? Etc., etc., etc.

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Lee Baca, Sheriff to the Stars

…but boy what fractured syntax he comes out with, almost Bushian.
All this from today’s CNN web site coverage of you-know-who going back to you-know-where:

The sheriff later hinted at a news conference that Hilton had psychological problems, and said she would be watched in jail “so that there isn’t anything that is harmfully done to herself by herself.”

Well put!

“The criminal justice system should not create a football out of Ms. Hilton’s status,” the sheriff said grimly at a press conference.

Another gem.

Baca also charged that Hilton received a more severe sentence than the usual penalty for such a crime, but said he would not try to overrule Sauer’s decision again.

This is true, actually, but how weird to hear this pointed out by the Sheriff!
I can’t believe I am actually blogging about Paris Hilton (there, I said the name!), but I spent the whole day in airports and feel like this is the only way to exorcise the demon news story so I can sleep. What a dumb ass she is..

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Mt. San Antonio

Back up Baldy again. This trip was about 1:40 to the ski hut, half an hour taking pictures, then about 1:15 to the summit.
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Tons of people on top:
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It was almost 80 degrees on top. Down via the Devil’s Backbone Trail to the ski lodge and then down under the lift and back to the car, hiking for the last part with some nice, serious hiker ladies who showed me the way (I was nearly purchasing a ticket to go down the lift).
It was so dry, but one nice flower, Cycladenia humilis, according to my mother:
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Wifeless & childless

Oh, and I got to go to a baseball game and read the WHOLE newspaper over coffee because wife and son flew to Brazil late Sunday night. I miss ’em. But I don’t lack for activities to distract me! 🙂

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Solar Hot Water

This morning’s L.A. Times has an article on the front page of the California section about the decline of the solar hot water heater. Only 1,000 were installed in the whole state last year. Watching acres and acres of new housing tracts sprawl in the hot sun with no solar anything anywhere, I think meager tax incentives (the point was that California no longer offers them, although the Feds do) are too little. It should be a felony to build a new home in SoCal without solar energy.

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Inland Empire 66ers

Yesterday evening I went to see the local Rancho Cucamonga Quakes (Angels) play down the freeway in San Bernadino against the 66ers (Dodgers). It’s quite a nice stadium, with nice mountain views, plenty of good seats (I don’t know if it’s always this empty or just a sunny Memorial Day low). Food options were bad and beer choices worse. Bud, Bud, and more Bud. There were three taps for better brews, but two were out of service and a third served “Spiced Wheat Beer.” I opted for a “Margarita,” which turned out to be a bottle of “Agave Wine Cooler,” one of the worst beverages I’ve ever tasted. 66ers 9, Quakes 2 when I left in the bottom of the eighth.

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Shakes

Two earthquakes at nearly 4 magnitude tonight around 11:15. As soon as we felt the jolt, I went to the Internet and found this site, which is dynamically updated and won’t show these quakes after about a week from now. Here’s what I saw when I first loaded the page:
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and then the following list, about an hour later, showing two small aftershocks. Devore is in the Cajon Pass on I-15 , so 2-3 miles south of Devore makes it in the foothills just about 10 miles east of here. Within an hour over four hundred people had logged onto the site to report the quake and describe their experience of it.
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