Good-Bye Mister Hawking

Goodbye Mister Hawking. Sorry that you never got my letter. 

When the news of your death hit the InterWires, I cried. Sure we’d joked about those races up and down Virginia Avenue. Loser hahaha. Faced with my Diet Coke and Menthos powered chair you stood no chance! Maybe you shouldn’t have spent so much time on that fusion engine ya know?. *  During those hours of build time you once told me to look at the stars, not at my feet. It was so easy! I hadn’t seen my feet for 20 years. But seriously Steve…

Hawking cover

Most folks are already aware of your brilliance in helping to explain the universe the stars and our planet. Extracting the mysteries of the galaxies. There’s much more though.

You were a vocal advocate for the disabled.  Maybe vocal isn’t the right clickity clackity word. Ratting out the NHS. Several years back Professor Hawking stated that without his wealth and fame, he’d be dead already. There’s currently a year waiting list for a wheelchair. You go Britain. Right up there with the U.S.

For the first time a beam was shone on physics, science and all things space oriented. A Brief History of Time was amazing. Have an admission though Steve: it took two tries to read the book through. It was worth every stutter and stammer. Nothing personal.
Just like a real friend you began by leading me to many more authors. From there to new ideas and places. I haven’t stopped.

Why did you leave with no goodbye? What the hell brainiac dude? Thought there was plenty of time to write a letter to you.



Professor Hawking, you were hysterical and serious by turns. Your dry humor, obvious intelligence, and ofttimes snarky wit confidently hid an unimaginable emotional pain.  Fun to watch the pundits filled with greed and political agendas attempting to stutter back. Your Humanist comments reflect the best in logic and peace. You never did hide behind your computer.

A mind filled with curiosity, yet insight combined with knowledge of a short life.  Mister Hawking, you didn’t miss this new age of exploration and scientific discovery beginning. Space flight for citizens is possible! Richard Branson offered you a free ticket! Dammit I could have been your plus one.

Good-bye Mr. Hawking and thank you.

Your Pal,

Rachael B.


Three Favorite Stephen Hawking Quotes

  • Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up
  • I believe alien life is quite common in the universe, although intelligent life is less so. Some say it has yet to appear on planet Earth.
  • The thing about smart people is that they seem like crazy people to dumb people





Erection Night 2012!

Like many of my fellow Americans I shall be happy when the election is over.

Am only hoping that we do not receive the same fabulous result as 2000. Some of you may remember that the country elected Al Gore as our President. Bush was placed in office.

This is another close race. Please goddess, let this shit be over by the time I go to bed tonight.

Have no idea who will win. Placed my vote; which cancelled out my roomie.

As it should be, we both laughed our asses off  just thinking about it. Hey America: Wake up. Read your constitutional law and the codes of jurisprudence, electoral statutes and oh I dunno… history?
Difficulty Rating HIGH: Describe the manner in which laws and bills are made and passed.

We’re frighteningly similar (and ignorant) to Britain or any other monarchy with a ‘democratic’ process.
Who is in the congress and senate? Who is president? They balance (or unbalance) each other. Or in this country’s case…. fight each other to the death.
Of the public.

Will be slap-happy glad to see the unending and mind numbing political TV advertising go away. Thrilled to keep my head down as zealots begin their arguments around me. Orgasmic to begin watching my other favorite sport… Hockey!
Oh wait. I’m fucked.

Think it’s time to move. An exotic island in a banana republic. You know, just like Nevada, but with beaches and boat drinks.

It’s time to stop hating people for their political ideology and go back to hating them for who they are.

~Miss R

* Thanks to Ahmnodt Heare, Scholar Mel and the Wombies for their tireless support during this campaign

Welcome to Reno! Home of the Homeless!

Reno: Biggest Little City in the World

As usual all things Reno, Nevada interest me. Many times they disgust, amuse, nauseate and confuse me as well. Reno has been my home for six years. Investigating the city has proven far less taxing than digging up the backyard. For body disposal. The neighborhood children dig me –no pun intended- because they get to play in the dirt and use the big rusty shovels while their parents are all still at work. It’s for the kids!

Anyway, there is apparently some kind of depression going on in the country. So I thought it would be interesting (disgusting, amusing nauseating and confusing) to see what Reno has to offer YOU.

Besides being an hour away from fabulous skiing, boasting the Truckee River with   great swimming and kayaking, and a host of (dying) Casinos.

Let’s go!

1.      We have fewer foreclosed homes than Las Vegas

2.      Nevada’s budget gap is worst in nation – next year’s revenues will pay for only 45% of this year’s budget. Reno will be Number One in receiving less funds.

    3.      Reno is only 20 minutes from the state capitol, Carson City. This is where the governor’s mansion and capitol building reside. Our last governor spent an average of less than 12 days out of every nine weeks in Carson City. He spent most of his time in Las Vegas. When he did come to town he was consistently caught with strippers and other high class women. Come on isn’t this great? Would you want a politician spending all of his time so close to you? I’m pretty sure his wife was happy. 

    4.      Reno is projected to have The Worst housing market in the US and has been voted one of the Thirteen National Housing Markets that will never recover. This was posted on Business Insider. Don’t worry. Las Vegas is listed as well. Go Nevada!

    5.      Nevada is Number One in unemployment. I’d like to personally thank Reno for their part in encouraging fast food franchises and chain stores, while taxing the living hell out of start-up businesses. Don’t ask me how I know this.

    6.      Reno WAS the divorce capital of the world. Damn. We lost this one in the 60’s.

    7.      It is against the law in Reno to place a bench in the middle of the street. Yes this is still on the books and a fine law it is.

    8.      Burning Man. Need I say more. Actually, this is the only positive thing I could find to place on this list.

    9.      Reno is the original home of the Harrah’s gambling empire. This means we’re Number One in helping instigate the formation of Gamblers Anonymous.


    Well the guy who lives next to me in my duplex is outside playing the banjo. Again. Seriously. And it’s barely above freezing out there. Time to hit the basement and get that shovel sharpened. Come children!

    ~Miss R

One Fish Two Fish Red State Blue Fish

It’s not even 10:00 am on Sunday morning and Tinfoil AssHat Client Guy has called three times. This is after he was a no show yesterday. Not that I had any plans but hell, sitting around the house all day waiting for a hoped-for meeting (translation: PAYCHECK) was a thorough waste of time.

I no longer believe that I’m the craziest person in or around Reno. For sheer paranoia and non-linear thought you just can’t beat Tinfoil AssHat Client Guy.
Although you’d want to.

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Those Nutty Germans

This is the funniest fucking thing I’ve seen in months.

A GERMAN court is being used to file a lawsuit against Rumsfeld for War Crimes.

Does anyone see the irony in this but me?

Yeah yeah I know it’s not being filed by the German government and yeah yeah I know that some over-paid jaded selfish United States government military freak of nature should be held accountable. After all, the US is routinely listed by Amnesty International for violating civil rights.

Still… Germans suing us for War Crimes!

Stop it. You’re killin’ me. I gotta get a Kleenex and wipe the tears out of my eyes. My belly hurts from laughing. I’m going to fall off this chair and fu#$(T*& J% ……… Dammit that hurt.

Laughing at you not with you,

~Miss R

Currently listening :
Kronos Quartet Performs Philip Glass
By violin David Harrington
Release date: By 17 June, 2003

Why I Hauled My Ass Out and Voted

I voted October 7th even though so many people did not

It is estimated that only about 70% of the population in the U.S. is eligible to vote. I got that stat from Wikipedia, thereby paradoxically rendering it literally useless as a stat. I love stuff like this.
Anyway, this seemed to be a good average number based on the 3 pages of sites that I plowed through.
Stupid Google. Doh.

There was only one viable statistic on Nevada that I came across and it only reflects the results of the new ‘early-voting’ system.

“The turnout by Democrat and Republican voters through late Thursday tended to reflect overall registration. Democrats outnumber Republicans in the Las Vegas area, while the reverse is true in the Reno area.”
No shit? As usual the RGJ is on top of things.

There are different stats on every damned site and study I’ve found.
I was fucking blind by the time I came across the following site. It is so cool and it makes me smile. Who doesn’t like to smile?

It gives voter stats for the chronically mentally ill.

You’d think that this would include ALL politicians.
Apparently not since there is a bias amongst the more, ah, interesting members of our citizenry towards improving social conditions.

All the statistics I’ve found agree that the citizens most likely to vote are educated, and the percentage rises depending on income and class. Yeppers. As if we actually had no class distinctions here in the U.S.
I propose giving crazy people more of a say in the political process. No silly, the professionally diagnosed crazy people. Not the dumbass self described politicians.
Whether Democrat or Republican they’re virtually all self-serving boobs with no idea of what may be good for their constituency. Mmmmm jaded jaded jaded.
Bad Rachael!
No Chads!
-or Steves or Daves apparently-

Do I believe that one vote makes a difference? God no.
I’m smarter than the average bear. My sister got the looks in our family but I was given a few more firing synapses to help make up for it.

We are a literally a Republic and not a true Democracy. Witness W’s first election and the Electoral College. As an aside I predict an archaeologist will someday uncover a warehouse full of ballots in Cleveland that were never counted for the last election.

I do however believe in the act of voting. Most importantly,
Those who do not vote should not be able to voice their dissatisfaction with the outcome of elections.
In other words if you do not vote you don’t get to bitch.

Neener neener.
Bitching should be a right reserved for those of us who actually took the time to research issues, people, and ideas.
Not to mention overcoming our natural inclination to bitch-slap a politician just on principle.
My personal feeling is that once a person is elected to Congress they are thereafter corrupt. It is human nature.
“But mom everyone was doing it! I was promised that the Tahitian vacation was free and besides those Pages are sooooo divine!”

I was an inveterate letter writer to newspaper editorial sections for many years. Had quite the reputation (no not that kind silly!) in Long Beach, Idyllwild CA, and Traverse City, MI.
I finally gave up. Despite smartly written and researched pieces I do not think one person was swayed, any more than one vote sways an outcome in an election.

Now I blog to 100 or so readers. At least the folks who subscribe to my blog are interested in any ideas or opinions I voice, even if they do not agree. Now that is a democratic process in action.
Newspaper readers are a microcosm of the population as a whole. They not not open minded, yet they will all protest otherwise.
It’s like the old joke:
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb?
One, but the lightbulb has to want to change.

Speaking of the mentally ill it’s time for my coffee and meds. Well alright, coffee is my medication of choice. Think I’ll brew some more and look over the national election results.
Perhaps I can find a softer gentler way to compel our politicians to take their happy pills. If our government can develop Smart Bombs for themselves why not Smart Pills? We’ll pass them out to both sides of the House and Senate on Confirmation Day. Don’t forget the Executive and Judicial Branch!
Maybe then we’ll actually see some kind of social change here.

At least those Morons take the time to vote.
Did you?

~Miss R

Currently listening:
The Best of The Waterboys 81-90
By: The Waterboys
Release date: 11 October, 2005

An Ex-Patriate New Yorker Looks at 9/11

I originally wrote this on 9/15/2006


Was going to write a blog on 911 about my feelings, fears, and thoughts on the 5th anniversary of the tragedy.
Instead, I found myself profoundly saddened and depressed watching all of the coverage and those horrific pieces of film once again. My head spins from knowing that 5 years later the site of the WTC is still a gaping hole in the ground, with no memorial, conspiracy nuts abounding, a country divided in bi-partisan fashion yet again, and no idea where Osama is located. Betraying our trust the government lied to us and managed to convince enough citizens and lawmakers hat there was a connection to Iraq and the WTC bombings.
So, we still fight a war in Iraq seemingly learning nothing from the pain inflicted on individual people by an enemy they do not recognize.
An invisible ‘enemy’ for virtually all of them.

These things kept me from writing until today. Apologies for the tardy musings.

I lived in NYC all through the 1980s and still have in-laws and close friends there. I have taken my visiting California family to the top of the WTC, and loved having dinner at Windows on the World.
I was so lucky on 9/11 and not one of my circle was injured or incinerated. We had one ironic tragedy so I shall pass this along instead of becoming fucking morose again.

My Father-in-Law Joe was working in WTC Tower Two for a German company on February 26, 1993 and managed to escape unscathed after that first terrorist bombing killed six Americans and injured 1000.
Joe was able to get out of his office and walk all the way home to Brooklyn. We had lived in the Sheepshead Bay area, where the rest of the family still lives. That is a long-ass walk from lower Manhattan.
On September 11 Joe was still working for that firm. 30th Floor. While we were in California watching the Towers get hit, and then collapse, I called my (by then) ex-husband to see if he had heard from his mom and Joe.
Naturally no one could get through on the phones. I still corresponded with that side of the family. After all, they are the grandparents of my daughter.
72 hours after the Towers came down I spoke with Joe on the phone. He had gotten out before the collapse, walked downstairs from his 30th Floor Office, and then once again made his way on foot over the bridge to
Brooklyn and home.
I asked him if he considered transferring to another company since it seemed that Sales were down. He laughed.

Two years ago Joe died of cancer. So while I was spared telling my daughter that her Grandfather died on 9/11 it still fell to her father and I to inform her of his untimely death. Did the ash, asbestos, and visible debris have anything to do with his cancer?
We will never know.

I DO know this: The aforementioned series of incidents presents one of the greatest ironies I have ever witnessed.
A miraculous escape on two occasions. Only to be felled in the end by an invisible enemy after all.
Take care of each other, life is fleeting and ephemeral. Give your family and friends an extra hug and kiss and be grateful for each day that you have with them.

~Miss R

Currently listening:
Lyle Lovett and His Large Band
By: Lyle Lovett
Release date: 25 October, 1990