I recall a negative slant in some recent posts. I think I am over it.
I Am Not Bitter, I’m Over-Trained
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Film Review: The Lemon Tree
My friend Dave and I are in an Italian cafe in Berkeley on a Wednesday night, having just watched the Israeli film The Lemon Tree, with perhaps twenty more foreign film buffs, most of whom we are meeting for the first time. Now the discussion begins.
“Well, I lived in Israel for twenty-seven years,” says a man with wavy hair and wire rimmed glasses. “And in no way am I an Israel apologetic, but I can say that these hostilities didn’t grow over night. And that’s where this film misses the mark.”
Someone ushers a woman into the discussion to represent the Palestinian point of view. She talks about how the Palestinians had been living peacefully on their lands for thousands of years until the state mandated partition of Jewish and Arab states in 1948.
The tone is respectful but heated, but there seems to be no end to the conflict conversation in sight, as each side attempts to trump the other with who was there first, who is more polite, who is more victimized, none of which was captured in this film, they criticize.
I can’t help but wonder if my own life experiences might have influenced me, because I think I saw an entirely different film.
“Dave,” I say, “I don’t know about you, but I saw a film about love and grieving, of staying true to one’s convictions, and the evolving friendship of two women on both sides of the Palestine-Israel conflict, whose only common language are the shy smiles shared across a lemon tree grove.”
Dave says, “Hey! That’s the same film I saw, too. I’m going to join in the discussion.”
I fear this is a risky move, and I go back to my facebook app on my iPhone, but I can hear Dave outlining this perspective. I look up from my iPhone, and I see the group contorting their faces to make sense of his words.
There is an uncomfortable pause and then the woman representing Palestine says with a sympathetic smile, ”And that’s fine.”
The debate resumes, just as heated as it was before.
The Lemon Tree was the winner of the Audience Award at the Berlin Film Festival. It’s probably playing in an indie-theater near you. I give it two thumbs up.
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Another Pet Peeve: Running a Red Light When Your Riding Partner Stops
So you’re riding along on your bike with a friend at chit chat pace, and you reach a stop sign or a red light. You slow to a stop, because you don’t want a ticket or to get killed, and your friend keeps on pedaling, leaving you behind.
The first offense is minor, but when your friend ushers you to hurry up, then it becomes a gross infraction.
The above is connected to another pet peeve, and that is when cyclists run red lights and stop signs and nearly get hit by drivers, and then yell at drivers.
Which brings me to another pet peeve of mine, which is actually elevated to a higher level of annoyance, and that’s when drivers proceed to drive dangerously close to cyclists because they may have broken the law.
This is a two-parter. Yes, the cyclist was in the wrong, and had the driver still regarded that cyclist’s right to life, I would point the finger of blame strictly onto the cyclist. But then when drivers get all high and mighty and start playing God behind the wheel — “Break the law and I will kill you!” — then I have issues.
It’s all so complicated.
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These Are Some of My Pet Peeves
I am positive that I have documented some pet peeves before, but I don’t believe I ever discussed these ones, so I will now, so I can sleep better tonight.
- Braking in the middle of a turn. It’s okay on a bike, because you’re only endangering yourself, and maybe one or two people behind you, but if you do it in a car, and I’m a passenger, you do not realize the inner-turmoil it creates that burbles inside my soul. Now, I have gotten much better at adapting, and I have done that by silently gripping the arm rests or some nearby object, and pressing the invisible brake pedal on the floor. Deep breaths help. Coming to grips with my past, and letting go and accepting death has helped, too.Just so you know that I’m not making this up about why it’s such a bad thing to do, I attempted to find some on-line documentation about why you should brake mostly in a straight line, before the turn, and all I could find was this Yahoo! Answers “Resolved Question,” which asks what the “logic” is behind braking before a turn. The explanations offered go all into centripetal force, which means it doesn’t answer the question at all, so now I’m going to tell you why you should brake before the turn.
The reason why you should brake before the turn is because if you brake in the middle of the turn, in layman’s terms, you are probably one day going to kill yourself and all your passengers.
You probably did not know this, but most automanufactures dial in a certain amount of understeer into their cars, because they recognize that most people do not understand this one fundamental concept, and brake in turns, and they understand that an understeering car is more easy to control than a spinning out car.
Most people I ride with, especially when they think they are driving fast, understeer into corners, and they don’t even realize it.
So here’s more of an explanation. When you brake in a straight line, you have the rubber of two tires working for you, as all the weight of the car moves forward, over those two front tires. All the weight shifts forward, but if you do it early enough, and smoothly enough, everything will feel calm and under control.
If you brake in a turn, now you’re putting all the load of the car, which is still traveling forward — think of physics, and what happens with objects in motion — on that one tire. So you have half the amount of rubber working for you, absorbing all the weight of the car, which is traveling in a diagonal direction.
I need to explain even more, since I don’t have time to go back an edit. Say you’re turning left — so your front wheels are pointed to the left – and you’re braking as you’re turning left. All the weight of the car is traveling, relative to the front wheels, to the right. And because you’re braking, the weight is traveling to the right, and forward, onto that one tire.
That one tire has to take all that load. So your car will one day roll over, and you might die.
This is why SUVs have to have all those airbags and crap. People brake in turns, and then that one outside tire can’t take the pressure, and the SUVs rollover. It’s not because SUVs aren’t safe. It’s that SUV drivers, like most people, have not read my blog.
- Friends with benefits. Who ever invented this concept has no soul, and who ever went along with it is a gullable idiot. I’m not saying that I ever went along with it. What a bad thing to do. It is an insult to friendship, relationships, and human compassion, and therefore ranks very high on my list of pet peeves.There will those who argue that some people are just free spirits, and can’t be tied down, but I argue that there is something fundamentally wrong with them, that they are superficial and shallow and emotionally stunted.
I only bring this up because I just can’t get over how common it is, and so many of my single friends are coming to terms with it, just like I am. On the bright side, at least it’s not only women complaining about this, which was my first thought. I’ve since met plenty of guys who have similar issues with it. I consider this good news. This discovery contradicts the messages from the literature out there, directed mostly at women, which explain to them how to handle dating men, and that this is just how men are. Not true! It works both ways. Still, what the heck is wrong with people?!
I have more pet peeves than this, but it is late, and so, in closing, I would like to quote my Grandma Cathy, who told me one afternoon, upon waking from her nap on the couch as I was folding her laundry that I was the best Catholic she had ever known. Befuddled, as I have never been baptized into any religion, and, in fact, I have many opinions about religion that I could add to my list of pet peeves but now it’s late, I raised one eyebrow to her, involuntarily, exposing my confusion.
She touched my arm and said, “Katie. If I weren’t a Catholic, I’d be a whore.”
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Thank You
I just want to thank everyone who left comments and sent me e-mails regarding my post last month, about my friend Tina’s death, and the twenty-five year aftermath. I was overwhelmed by the response, as quite a few people shared with me their own vulnerabilities and traumas. I am humbled and touched. I apologize for not writing back to everyone, but I will try.
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Passive Aggressive Notes
We were talking about the world’s worst roommates ever the other day, and my friend Eric mentioned a website called Passive Aggressive Notes that publishes creative missives between co-workers and roommates. I have only now started skimming the site, but I feel both inspired and sadly remiss that I no longer have a roommate to practice these techniques with.
I will share with you now one message I sent not with words, but in actions, and sometimes I wonder if this is why she broke the lease four months early, and left me hanging with the rent, and I would have sued her except I got all sidetracked with a bike accident and broken bones, and suddenly, it didn’t seem worth the effort.
Her name was not Veronica Gruen, but something very close to that, and she had answered a Craigslist ad I had placed. She said she was a writer and liked sushi and beer, the makings of a great roommate team, or so I thought.
I should have paid attention when she said she was a writer of erotica. In hindsight, I should have asked for writing samples, because her erotica wasn’t even good, I later learned after hours of Internet research.
It was about white flowing sheets and crap, nothing like what I write, excuse me, I mean would write, that is, if I were to ever write erotica, and I most certainly have not, no way, I mean give me some credit, you think I would write that fluff, I gave it up, I mean I don’t do that.
One source of conflict between us was her series of bounced rent checks, and that our landlord was growing irritated, and was threatening to evict us.
“I really need to find a way,” she wrote in an e-mail, “to ask (our landlord) to cash the checks sooner, because, sigh, he waits too long, and that is why they keep bouncing!”
Our other source of conflict was that she left her make up jars and bins all over the bathroom, with their contents spilling out onto the counter and floor.
Then another one — my personal ax to grind — were the balls of her curly hair, six inches in diameter, on the shower walls in one big clump. Each day, there would be a new one. I was amazed that one person could grow that much hair. What I missed collected in the shower drain.
As I reflect on this, that is what I disliked the most. Months of direct discussions, and then passive aggressive notes, were not bringing the message home. The water was not draining from the shower, leaving a bathtoom filled of stale, stinky shower water for days at a time. Fortunately, I could shower at the pool at Marin Academy, across the street, but I feared what was really growing in there.
I needed a stronger, more powerful approach.
A friend visiting from Seattle, passive-aggressive in her own right (I would only say this in writing in my blog, and never to her face), thought of a brilliant plan. Let’s cut the the hair out of the drain, and leave it on her pillow.
I wonder where Veronica Gruen is now, sometimes.
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Dear Fran Slanders
I get a lot of e-mails from readers asking for relationship and cooking advice. So I think it’s time I published my advice column, here, on my blog. I realize that these letters are personal in nature, so I’ve changed all the details, so no one should figure out that I am exposing their inner-most secrets on the Internet. If I have, send me a public comment, and I’ll make sure to do something about it eventually.
Let’s get to these letters.
Dear Fran Slanders,
I do not want to break her heart, so I thought it’d be more humane to slowly fade out of her life, without directly addressing my issues, and that way there would be no hard feelings. So now she’s acting all moody psycho on me. Should I push her in front of a bus?
Signed,
Ricardo
Dear Retardo,
You have only prolonged the pain, as she no doubt could see what was going on, and is also, no doubt, a human being, with fully functioning emotions. If you had a spine, you would have pushed her in front of the bus a long ol’ time ago.
Signed,
Fran Slanders
Dear Fran Slanders,
I am in love with this girl, but she yells at me often, she says that I am ruining her life. Then she breaks up with me, and then calls the next day, as if there were no problem. This is the girl I fell in love with, not the screaming one, the one chasing me with the spatula. I’ve been reading up on violent mental illness, to prepare myself for future outbursts, but I was wondering if you had any tips of your own?
Signed,
Matt
Dear Doormat,
You need to let your girlfriend hit you just a little harder in the head with the spatula, because maybe that will knock some sense into you, which bring me to the Fran Slanders Rant of the Day.
Fran Slanders Rant of the Day
Hello readers. Today, I would like to discuss a theme very dear to my heart, and that is putting up with bull dooky from people feigning mental illness. If you haven’t noticed, mental illness is all the rage these days. Seems that everyone’s got something, from ADD to OCD to the ever popular Paranoid Schizofrenia. Well, that one’s my favorite. But today, I would like to discuss BiPolar disorder.
I’m not talking about honest suffers of BiPolar disorder. I’m talking about people who hide behind this illness to treat the people in their lives like absolute garbage. They can be warm and bubbly one day, and then moody and mean the next. In the olden days, these people would be labeled as immature, spoiled rotten brats.
But that is not politically correct today. It’s far better to give it a clinical name. This helps us put the behavior in a tidy little box. We lie to ourselves that their behavior won’t hurt so much, as long as we understand that the person is wounded, that he or she really can’t help it, and that deep inside, he’s a lovely person. All it takes is just more understanding and compassion.
That’s nice, but getting hit in the head with a spatula hurts. Is it worth it?
Fran Slanders contends that what these people need are swift kicks in the arses.
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