I have a friend I'm going to call Carl. He has made me laugh a million times. He has a story about meeting Diana Ross that I could hear 100 times and never get tired of. When we worked together back in the 1990s, I couldn't wait to get to the office every day because I loved working with him so much.
Carl has a long list of health problems, and I've no doubt he would be dead from such were it not for his being covered by the healthcare plan of his partner, whom I'll call Joe. It is only because Joe works for a company that allows domestic partners to be covered under the company's health insurance that Carl has the medical treatment he desperately needs.
No matter how many legal documents Carl and Joe might have drawn up by a lawyer, any hospital can prevent Joe from visiting Carl if he's hospitalized - and Mitt Romney wants to make sure that right is protected. And, Zeus forbid it, if Carl were to die, any funeral home could prevent Joe from making any arrangements regarding the service or Carl's final resting place, per the wishes of Carl's sibling, his closest blood relative and with whom Carl doesn't speak to for months at a time. Mitt Romney wants to make sure that practice stands as well.
If you vote for Mitt Romney, you are telling my friend Carl and millions like him: tough luck if you die. I love the health benefits I can give to/get from my committed partner, but I do NOT want you to have the same.
It doesn't matter how many legal documents this couple draws up - this couple that's been together longer than many of the straight married people I've known - because, as their union, their family, does not have to be legally recognized by the government.
It's happened in Florida. It's happened in Nevada. And while the spouse of every astronaut that dies receives benefits to take care of her for the rest of her life, the long-time partner of astronaut Sally Ride will not. It's happening all over the USA.
If you are against gay marriage, you never have to attend a gay wedding. You can choose a community of faith (church, mosque, temple, whatever) that will never host a gay marriage (there are also still churches that refuse to marry what they consider an interracial couple, or people from different religions - take your pick!). You can refuse to invite any gay couple to your pool party. You can refuse to call someone a wife or husband. You get to keep all those rights.
But if you are voting for Mitt Romney, then you are denying basic human rights to millions of Americans that you yourself get to enjoy. Don't you DARE say to any of your gay friends, "Hey, it's nothing personal." It's absolutely personal. You can't participate in the denial of a person's basic civil rights and make it all better with a smile. You need to own what you are doing, completely, utterly, instead of being a coward and trying to sugar-coat your bigotry. You should post to your Facebook status update:
I don't want gay people to be able to visit their partners in the hospital, nor to allow a gay person to be covered under his or her partner's health care plan, nor to allow gay partners to receive the kinds of benefits a straight widow or widower would receive. I want you, a gay person, to sit alone while your partner's estranged family gets to make all funeral arrangements and take away his or her belongings. That's what denying gay marriage means, and I fully embrace and own that meaning.
Another friend of mine posted this to his status update today, and it's what inspired my own blog now:
If
you plan on voting for Romney, then - in essence – you are voting
against my civil rights as a person. There is no cherry picking around
this. You can’t get just get one small slice of the Romney/Ryan pie –
you must eat – Every. Last. Crumb. Of. It.
I own my beliefs. I dare you to do the same.
Also see: Please De-Friend Me.
Topics: traveling, motorcycle adventures, camping, books read, movies seen, feeling like a foreigner in Oregon, dogs and my values. Stravaig (pronounced straw vague) is an Irish/Scottish word. Means to wander about aimlessly. Probably from an even older, obsolete word, extravage, meaning to digress or ramble. I am all about stravaig, both when traveling & in conversations.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
House hunting
We moved to Oregon in September 2009. We've now been here three years. As you all know, moving back to the USA hasn't worked out quite the way we had planned. In addition to my not being able to find a full-time, permanent job, we've had a lot of difficulty finding a place to call "home." And Portland hasn't at all lived up to its hype, which has been quite disappointing.
We know Oregon better than most Oregonians, thanks to our explorations by motorcycle. And while Portland has left us disappointed, Oregon has grown on us. We like it. We have even found towns in Oregon where we would be happy to live, were we able to find jobs there: Silverton, Salem, Corvalis, Bend, Ashland, Oregon City, Newberg, Troutdale, West Lynn... but none so much that we're wanting and willing to move there without jobs, and hope something happens.
Stefan has a job now at the Beaverton-Portland border. It's a good job. It's a job where he'd like to stay for a few years. And everything is telling us that it would make sound financial sense to buy a house now. All of those Oregon towns I've mentioned are too far too commute for Stefan's job -- including the town where we live now, in Canby -- so we have been trying to find a community nearer to his work where we'd want to buy a house - a home. To invest in.
We've zeroed in on Forest Grove, Oregon. It's still far from Portland, but it's closer than where we live now - Canby - and unlike where we live now, the local fire department in Forest Grove really does want volunteer firefighters (do NOT be fooled by the sign outside of the Canby fire station - volunteers might be needed, but not wanted!). Also unlike Canby, Forest Grove has a gorgeous historic downtown neighborhood, and a downtown of businesses that don't all close at 7 p.m. There's a college there - Pacific University, which began as a United Church of Christ institution (and while it's not anymore, any thing that has it's roots in the UCC can't be bad - said the Atheist) - and I always have a preference for college towns, as long as I don't live next to a party house. It also has more regular mass transit service to Portland - we're *really* like to stay a one-car family.
We've looked at around 30 houses in Forest Grove. 30! And it's so... disappointing. Not that we haven't seen lovely houses, not that our real estate agent isn't trying to help us and being super patient and laughing at all my jokes. But every house has a deal-breaker:
And... there's really no point to this blog other than to say that, wow, this is really hard, and I'm getting depressed over this process.
I will say that cheap, well-built houses near downtown are on the market for just a few days now - there's no question the economy is getting better.
We know Oregon better than most Oregonians, thanks to our explorations by motorcycle. And while Portland has left us disappointed, Oregon has grown on us. We like it. We have even found towns in Oregon where we would be happy to live, were we able to find jobs there: Silverton, Salem, Corvalis, Bend, Ashland, Oregon City, Newberg, Troutdale, West Lynn... but none so much that we're wanting and willing to move there without jobs, and hope something happens.
Stefan has a job now at the Beaverton-Portland border. It's a good job. It's a job where he'd like to stay for a few years. And everything is telling us that it would make sound financial sense to buy a house now. All of those Oregon towns I've mentioned are too far too commute for Stefan's job -- including the town where we live now, in Canby -- so we have been trying to find a community nearer to his work where we'd want to buy a house - a home. To invest in.
We've zeroed in on Forest Grove, Oregon. It's still far from Portland, but it's closer than where we live now - Canby - and unlike where we live now, the local fire department in Forest Grove really does want volunteer firefighters (do NOT be fooled by the sign outside of the Canby fire station - volunteers might be needed, but not wanted!). Also unlike Canby, Forest Grove has a gorgeous historic downtown neighborhood, and a downtown of businesses that don't all close at 7 p.m. There's a college there - Pacific University, which began as a United Church of Christ institution (and while it's not anymore, any thing that has it's roots in the UCC can't be bad - said the Atheist) - and I always have a preference for college towns, as long as I don't live next to a party house. It also has more regular mass transit service to Portland - we're *really* like to stay a one-car family.
We've looked at around 30 houses in Forest Grove. 30! And it's so... disappointing. Not that we haven't seen lovely houses, not that our real estate agent isn't trying to help us and being super patient and laughing at all my jokes. But every house has a deal-breaker:
- the cheap or affordable house would require at least $50,000 of work just to move in, and then lots more work to make it where we want to live
- it would take too long to be move-in ready after we bought it (we can budget renting our current place two months into owning a home - that's it)
- it has no space to add a garage if it doesn't have one already
- the driveway has a 25% grade (been there, done that, never doing it again)
- it's too small, and would take too long to build on to/expand
- the expensive house needs at least another $50,000 worth of work
- it's three stories and I'd have to go up and down those steps three or four times EVERY day
- it's too far from downtown (we want to be able to walk or ride bikes to downtown)
- the house is heated by heating oil, and we're not sure it wouldn't be crazy expensive and complicated to upgrade it to gas - and there's a pool, and how expensive would that be to maintain?! And it's got a weird layout...
- the back yard would have no privacy or peace because two story houses look down on it or the neighbor's house - with several children - is right up against it (we live that now - no thanks)
- it has no yard - we want a space for me to garden, for us to play cornhole, and for Stefan's weekend night fire
- the neighbors scare us
- there's no place downstairs for me to have an office (and for Albi, or future dogs, to sleep comfortably in the night, feeling like it was truly her/their space)
And... there's really no point to this blog other than to say that, wow, this is really hard, and I'm getting depressed over this process.
I will say that cheap, well-built houses near downtown are on the market for just a few days now - there's no question the economy is getting better.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Crockpot garlic veggies - something missing?
I'm trying to find a vegetarian recipe that Stefan likes - not just tolerates, because I've worked on it, but wants to eat. He doesn't have to love it - I just want to hear, "Yeah, that's good" when he finishes, and he'll like it enough to get seconds.
He claims that he can be satisfied with a meatless meal - even though he never has been satisfied with a meatless meal. He'll eat them, but no matter what the meal is, he will say, "Something missing." I'll respond, Meat? He'll assure me that it's not meat, but it is something.
Here was my latest attempt to create a really hearty vegetarian meal. I based it on a chicken dish I make that is my current signature dish. I thought I had hit it out of the ballpark - it's the best vegetarian dish I have EVER prepared, and I couldn't get enough of it. I thought it was absolutely delicious. I thought I'd finally made that meatless meal Stefan would like.
But Stefan again said, "Something's missing." And he ate just one, modest serving.
Crockpot garlic veggies, to be served over rice or noodles
Feeds 4-6 people
Ingredients:2 yellow squash, sliced
1 can green beans
1-2 onions (to taste), sliced or cut in rings 2 yellow or red peppers, sliced or cut in rings
200 g sliced mushrooms
4 cloves garlic, minced 2 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon cracked black peppercorns 1 cup dry white wine
2 can tomatoes in juice
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp salt
1 tbsp Better Than Bouillon vegetable base
Optional
1/2 cup sliced pitted black olives 1/2 cup sliced pitted green olives Finely chopped Italian flat-leafed parsley
1-2 bay leafs
Optional pre-cooking
Stir fry onions on medium, until softened, about 3 minutes. Add garlic, Italian seasoning, salt, peppercorns, wine and cook about 1 minute. Put aside.
Cooking
Arrange all veggies and mushrooms over bottom of slow cooker and cover with everything else (or sauce you've pre-cooked). Cover crackpot and cook on low for 7 hours or on high for 3 hours. Discard bay leaf.
Serve
Serve over rice or noodles
Feeds 4-6 people
Note: May not be salty enough for everyone's tastes. Encourage guests to salt to taste.
So, other than maybe substituting chicken or beef bouillon - which will mean it's no longer vegetarian, but it's close - what could I do to make a meat love like this, without actually adding meat? BTW, he does not like egg plant.
October 3 update:
Stefan says adding hot sauce made it much better, in his opinion. But he still isn't crazy about it (he'll eat it, but not ask for seconds).
He claims that he can be satisfied with a meatless meal - even though he never has been satisfied with a meatless meal. He'll eat them, but no matter what the meal is, he will say, "Something missing." I'll respond, Meat? He'll assure me that it's not meat, but it is something.
Here was my latest attempt to create a really hearty vegetarian meal. I based it on a chicken dish I make that is my current signature dish. I thought I had hit it out of the ballpark - it's the best vegetarian dish I have EVER prepared, and I couldn't get enough of it. I thought it was absolutely delicious. I thought I'd finally made that meatless meal Stefan would like.
But Stefan again said, "Something's missing." And he ate just one, modest serving.
Crockpot garlic veggies, to be served over rice or noodles
Feeds 4-6 people
Ingredients:2 yellow squash, sliced
1 can green beans
1-2 onions (to taste), sliced or cut in rings 2 yellow or red peppers, sliced or cut in rings
200 g sliced mushrooms
4 cloves garlic, minced 2 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning 1 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon cracked black peppercorns 1 cup dry white wine
2 can tomatoes in juice
1 tbsp olive oil
1 tbsp salt
1 tbsp Better Than Bouillon vegetable base
Optional
1/2 cup sliced pitted black olives 1/2 cup sliced pitted green olives Finely chopped Italian flat-leafed parsley
1-2 bay leafs
Optional pre-cooking
Stir fry onions on medium, until softened, about 3 minutes. Add garlic, Italian seasoning, salt, peppercorns, wine and cook about 1 minute. Put aside.
Cooking
Arrange all veggies and mushrooms over bottom of slow cooker and cover with everything else (or sauce you've pre-cooked). Cover crackpot and cook on low for 7 hours or on high for 3 hours. Discard bay leaf.
Serve
Serve over rice or noodles
Feeds 4-6 people
Note: May not be salty enough for everyone's tastes. Encourage guests to salt to taste.
So, other than maybe substituting chicken or beef bouillon - which will mean it's no longer vegetarian, but it's close - what could I do to make a meat love like this, without actually adding meat? BTW, he does not like egg plant.
October 3 update:
Stefan says adding hot sauce made it much better, in his opinion. But he still isn't crazy about it (he'll eat it, but not ask for seconds).
Thursday, September 27, 2012
two-week motorcycle trip in CA, NV & OR
We traveled down through Oregon, down through Northern California, over and up through Nevada, back into Oregon and home during our epic 2446 miles / 3914 km two-week motorcycle journey this month. And this time, I wrote a full, proper travelogue about the trip in detail.
We encountered lots of lava, Wild West buildings, wild turkeys, incredible views, deer, antelope, a whore house, a poker game, a man with an eye patch, desert lobsters, coyotes, a plane landing in the desert, and so much more... and you can read all about it here.
Don't miss the photo of Stefan wearing a cowboy hat at the American Legion!
Enjoy.
We encountered lots of lava, Wild West buildings, wild turkeys, incredible views, deer, antelope, a whore house, a poker game, a man with an eye patch, desert lobsters, coyotes, a plane landing in the desert, and so much more... and you can read all about it here.
Don't miss the photo of Stefan wearing a cowboy hat at the American Legion!
Enjoy.
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Your imaginary world is a scary place
He shuffled into the tiny Fields, Oregon cafe and, after a few minutes at the counter, announced that the USA ambassador in "Lebanon" had been dragged through the streets and executed. He later expressed surprise that we had been near Yosemite because "they closed that park, because of the plague."
Of course, almost all of this is inaccurate: the ambassador had been in Libya, not Lebanon, and was carried through the streets by people trying to save him after he was attacked in the consulate. And Yosemite was never closed - there aren't even camping restrictions.
So, really, should it have been any surprise when he started ranting about President Obama visiting Colorado after the horrific fires, saying that the visit had prevented people from receiving help? Or when he said he wished the President had died in a plane crash because "he apologizes to foreigners"?
People that live in their own fantasy worlds, where their religion is the only "right" one, where the entire world is against them and their "values," where the President is a socialist Kenyan Muslim, where everything Fox News and Rush Limbaugh say is gospel, where their response to a challenge to a statement is, "You know I'm right. That's why you don't want to listen", would be fascinating if they were so freakin' scary.
I walked out of the restaurant after asking the man to please stop saying he'd like for the President to be killed in a plane crash. The owner and other patrons said nothing. Silence means approval. At least this time, I wasn't thrown out.
Of course, almost all of this is inaccurate: the ambassador had been in Libya, not Lebanon, and was carried through the streets by people trying to save him after he was attacked in the consulate. And Yosemite was never closed - there aren't even camping restrictions.
So, really, should it have been any surprise when he started ranting about President Obama visiting Colorado after the horrific fires, saying that the visit had prevented people from receiving help? Or when he said he wished the President had died in a plane crash because "he apologizes to foreigners"?
People that live in their own fantasy worlds, where their religion is the only "right" one, where the entire world is against them and their "values," where the President is a socialist Kenyan Muslim, where everything Fox News and Rush Limbaugh say is gospel, where their response to a challenge to a statement is, "You know I'm right. That's why you don't want to listen", would be fascinating if they were so freakin' scary.
I walked out of the restaurant after asking the man to please stop saying he'd like for the President to be killed in a plane crash. The owner and other patrons said nothing. Silence means approval. At least this time, I wasn't thrown out.
Monday, August 27, 2012
White Water Rafting!
We have finally been white water rafting! I'm so embarrassed that I
waited this long to do it. We'd seen the Big Sky Rafting blue rafts
while motorcycle riding through Mt. Hood National Forest, and I looked
them up on the Interwebs and booked an afternoon journey.

We wanted something that was challenging - we didn't want to just float - but we didn't want to be so overwhelmed that we didn't enjoy it. We also wanted an experience that was so much fun we would want to go again. We got EXACTLY all of that. We will definitely do this again - maybe even an all day thing!
We didn't know the other people in our boat before the trip - they turned out to be very nice and game for whatever the day was going to bring. The guy to my right (in the ball cap) even jumped off a small cliff at one point (no, I did NOT, no thank you, not for me).
Getting Stefan Dietz to emote is not an easy thing. Big credit to Big Sky Rafting (and the Clackamas River) for getting so many expressions out of him and capturing it on film!
Yeah, we got wet. A lot. Long before we actually fell off the boat near the end of the trip, we were pretty much soaked. But we didn't fall out here, in this photo, believe it or not.
The water was not that cold, surprisingly enough, even though I think most of it is snow melt. But it's been warm in Oregon for sooo long - until this weekend, actually - and I think that it took away that really hard chill that mountain water can have.
Not that I didn't get cold - after it was all over and we'd gotten to land and I was standing next to the car in wet clothes, I did finally get really, really cold - and was cold for probably three hours after.
All the photos of us rafting.
That evening - oye, we were SO SORE. We limped around the house like old people. 'Cause we are old people. But the next day, with the help of a couple of Advil, I was fine.
So, if you come visit us any time other than the Winter, we'll take you to do this, or help you book! Because it's awesome!!
More about our travels.

We wanted something that was challenging - we didn't want to just float - but we didn't want to be so overwhelmed that we didn't enjoy it. We also wanted an experience that was so much fun we would want to go again. We got EXACTLY all of that. We will definitely do this again - maybe even an all day thing!
We didn't know the other people in our boat before the trip - they turned out to be very nice and game for whatever the day was going to bring. The guy to my right (in the ball cap) even jumped off a small cliff at one point (no, I did NOT, no thank you, not for me).
Getting Stefan Dietz to emote is not an easy thing. Big credit to Big Sky Rafting (and the Clackamas River) for getting so many expressions out of him and capturing it on film!
Yeah, we got wet. A lot. Long before we actually fell off the boat near the end of the trip, we were pretty much soaked. But we didn't fall out here, in this photo, believe it or not.The water was not that cold, surprisingly enough, even though I think most of it is snow melt. But it's been warm in Oregon for sooo long - until this weekend, actually - and I think that it took away that really hard chill that mountain water can have.
Not that I didn't get cold - after it was all over and we'd gotten to land and I was standing next to the car in wet clothes, I did finally get really, really cold - and was cold for probably three hours after.
All the photos of us rafting.
That evening - oye, we were SO SORE. We limped around the house like old people. 'Cause we are old people. But the next day, with the help of a couple of Advil, I was fine.
So, if you come visit us any time other than the Winter, we'll take you to do this, or help you book! Because it's awesome!!
More about our travels.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
What we've been up to, August 2012 edition
Our first summer in the Pacific Northwest was the tail end of a drought - everything was brown. Last year, the sun didn't come out until the second week of August.
This year, the weather has been awesome! Which makes me feel guilty since the rest of the country is frying...
What we've been up to, in photos and visuals:
Oh and, yes, I'm still working part-time for TechSoup.
This year, the weather has been awesome! Which makes me feel guilty since the rest of the country is frying...
What we've been up to, in photos and visuals:
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My review of our recent attendance to the Rally in the Gorge
Stefan's photos from the Rally in the Gorge
Photos from January through June 2012 (my garden, Albi, roller derby, me practicing motorcycle riding on gravel)
Photos from July through now 2012 (riding in Gifford Pinchot National Forest and Mt. Hood National Forest, Albi with a rawhide ring)
Video of Albi with infamous rawhide ring.
Oh and, yes, I'm still working part-time for TechSoup.
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