Thursday, January 16, 2025

Letter to a Friend in Los Angeles

 

Part one 1/14/25

Hi,

Hope your blood draw was easy.

Needles can be challenging - I have veins that roll, and are hard to find, and I used to be freaked out by having blood taken. I ended up with a lot of hematomas. The trouble was that I would tell the vampires (blood draw techs) and I think it threw them off their game. 

Then Benny was diagnosed with diabetes and had to start injecting insulin. He used to be afraid of needles. Not anymore. Watching him I thought, who am I to be afraid of needles? 

So for some reason I stopped telling vampires about my rolling, hard to find veins. Miraculously, blood draws became easier, and the vampires were successful almost every time.

There was that one time my veins defeated several nurses in the hospital phlebotomy clinic. 

Blood draws are part of life, because I must have my A1C tested, among other things. So I am a lot more blasé about blood draws now. Benny now wears an insulin pump that constantly monitors his blood sugar and puts insulin into his blood as needed. We live in an age of miracles. At least for diabetics.

So I hope your blood draw went well.

 While driving to Tacoma and back, I was listening to NPR, and the news was full of the LA fires. They are reporting more on the emotional, mental, and financial wounds people have suffered now, as well as the fires. The grief.

And they did say repeatedly that the Santa Ana winds would be starting up again.

  Finding a place to live now is easier if you have money than it is for the less financially well endowed, the working people. And the homeless. 

Landlords are price-gouging renters. Well, of course. We're talking about human beings here.

Sad, though.

 Your metaphor of a soot-covered LA being similar to a coal heated London sounds apt. Sorry to hear about the polluted air. That is also sad, and I am sure it is making people ill and making people who were already having respiratory problems worse.

I wonder what efforts it will take to clean the air, and how long it will take.

 When I lived there (55 years ago) the smog was at its worst. One fourth of July weekend, when I was driving up north to observe the holiday with my family, I was crawling along through the San Fernando Valley on 101 with all the other people getting out of town, I looked up and in the sky above the mountains it looked like there was a solid dirt island in the sky. A big one.

Sometime in the last few years I was listening to a program about air pollution, perhaps specifically about LA, and doggone - that exact date was mentioned as the day of the worst smog recorded in the Los Angeles basin, and how clean up actions began after that.

You'd think that having to tell people not to let their children play outside because of the poor air quality would have been a tip-off that something needed to be done, but oh well, it takes what it takes.

 Part two 1/15/25 Martin Luther King's birthday

 NY Times email subject this morning: "Why Biden might matter."

Geez. Of course, he matters, you morons.

Jimmy Carter, who has lately been praised to the skies for his decency, was disdained as "the worst president we ever had" in the past. People badmouthed him something awful. My take was that he was too decent and honest, a good guy who walked the Christian talk (you know, love, forgiveness, compassion, working for the greater good), and that's why he had to go. All it took was a little treason and Ronald Reagan. 

Carter was vilified. I think the rabbit incident did him a lot of harm - what kind of president was scared of "a harmless bunny rabbit?" Hah. If you never lived with rabbits, or never saw "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," you might not know that bunny rabbits can be vicious. Yes, some are lovely pets, but some are like Marvel villains with blood on their claws and teeth. Your blood. 

I watched a documentary last night about immigrants who succeeded in America: Albert Einstein, Henry Kissinger, a guy from Iran who supplies most of NASA's hardware (or something - made him rich, anyway), Hedy Lamarr who has been dead for decades but is now getting credit for a system she designed during WW2 to confuse torpedoes. Not that the Navy was smart enough to use it. They weren't and they didn't. Now that system is the basis of the internet, cell phones, and computers. So Hedy Lamarr is now getting credit for her work. In her lifetime she did not get credit, or money. Not that she needs money wherever she is now.

More immigrants: a Ukrainian woman who is now in Congress, a Chinese woman who lived through Mao's cultural revolution (which set China back a few centuries) and doesn't want to see it happen here, a man who was an economic adviser to Republican presidents from Nixon on. 

And so on. All immigrants who came here a long time ago (Nixon was 50 years ago😐), and whose hard work paid off for them.

Over and over again, the immigrants said that America is the greatest country in the world, that the freedom here attracts people trying to make better lives for themselves, and in America anyone who works hard can succeed (i.e., become rich).

It sure sounded like the kind of thing I was taught in the 50s - greatest country, hard work will take you anywhere you want to go, etc. You might remember.

The stories of the people they highlighted were interesting, but the rah rah  propaganda element made me uncomfortable. At the end, I read in the credits that the narrator was Newt Gingrich.

Oh, PBS, I thought. You are going to the dark side.

I should not be surprised. We have seen the erosion of our stated morality in so many ways, and it's all part of whitewashing Trumpism - making it sound like it's okay, and patriotic, and normal.

It is none of those things. Just my opinion.

The LA fire tragedy is ongoing, and no less tragic for the fact that the news cycle is moving on. "Deadly car crash in San Benito."

Gawd. We have the attention span of gnats.

Fortunately, I am not in the position of being responsible for changing all the things that I see as wrong. I know I'd make a (bigger) mess and fail. But this being America, the greatest country in the world, I am allowed to gripe.

So there.

love

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 Oh - and here's a picture of Rick and me singing, probably at the Strawberry Festival, probably in 1981.