A friend sent me a chain letter that was a summer recipe exchange. Some of you were included in this mailing. After thinking a while, I realized I don't have any summer recipes for food. It's all beverages for me, sun tea watermelon (which is practically a liquid), lemonade, and so on. So, to give back to the community, here's my favorite recipe.

Cold Beer
serves 1
1 - 12 oz bottle of warm beer - micro beer preferable
1 - stein glass - chilled
1 - bottle opener
1 - chair

Taking the beer in hand, use the bottle opener to gently remove the bottle cap from the neck of the bottle. Discard the cap or keep to make into a fridge magnet.

Holding the glass at an approximately 45 degree angle, slowly pour the beer down the interior wall of the glass, adjusting the angle as the glass fills to maximize the amount of beer in the glass. Do not fill to the top, as the beer will foam up, creating a 'head' on the top of the glass.

Let the beer sit for 2-3 minutes to allow it to cool. Use this time to settle into your favorite chair and allow your feet to raise. Once your are comfortably situated, serve the chilled beer.

This recipe may be doubled, but beyond that, make sure there is a lavatory nearby.

OK, so if you haven't figured it out, at heart I'm a big ol' softy. My caustic demeanor hides the fact that I'm a romantic through and through. So, this BBC article really tore at my heart strings and I hope it gets at yours as well. We can't be bitter radicals all the time, can we?

Love letter jigsaw takes 15 years

A man spent 15 years piecing together 2,000 fragments of love letters to his late wife which she tore up when she caught someone reading them.

I thought, no matter how much the world around us changed, I could rely on one thing.

Muppets.

I was wrong. Now, even cookie monster has gone on the wagon.

Friends, please take a few minutes out of your day to read both this blog post and the other links attached in the post. I think this issue is important enough to spend more than a few minutes on.

Esmin Green died June 19, after waiting in an emergency room in New York City for 24 hours, and after lying on the floor in visible pain for over an hour. She was observed by multiple hospital staff, security guards, and by other patients in the waiting area, yet no one did anything. Read the Chicago Tribune article here.

Esmin Green was poor, black, female, and mentally ill. In this country, the deck doesn't get much more stacked against you than that. Regardless of what you may believe about the racial, economic, gender, or mental health issues in this country, this was an unforgivable act. It is a sin of omission, to use theological language. By not doing anything, most likely because of how this woman appeared, she was allowed to die in pain, uncared for. A grave sin was committed. And don't believe for one second this sin is an isolated case.

This atrocious act doesn't just lie with the few individuals who did nothing. This is not just a sin of omission, but a corporate sin; a sin that doesn't exist just on the individual level, but as a collective whole. It would be easy for us to level our judging eyes on those people that saw her in pain and did nothing. They have their own sin to bear in this, but it goes much farther than that. The sin extends through the hospital and the healthcare system that wore down the staff and dehumanized the patients until our souls became transmuted into numbers and dollar signs. And yes, it rests with us, in our own complicity because this system still goes on, and the most we do is think, "oh, that's so sad," but would never stomach this kind of treatment for someone we know and care about.

I do not separate myself from this sin; writing a damn blog post doesn't make up for what sin I've accumulated. Yet, my silence would only damn me more. For those of you who have a pulpit, or a place to speak, be it on the internet or in public, do not be silent on this issue. By the standards of most economic models, Esmin Green was not a person that would ever be a valuable or productive member of society. Financially, there is no motivation to take care of someone like Ms. Green. It is only in the value that we as humans place on the care of other humans. Remember this the next time some tries to deflect issues of health care by bringing up the cost. Also, remember this the next time you see someone in need on the street.


Again, here's the story from the Chicago Tribune.


My deepest thanks to Ann Marie for her blog post which helped shake me out of myself to finish the blog post I'd done on this and abandoned. Please read her reflections as well.

... to all of you who left a comment or sent an email or called over the last few days. Even if I haven't gotten back to you yet, I really do appreciate it. For those of you who struggle with depression, it is good to know that I walk in such august company. I've scheduled an appointment, and making even that step feels good. I've actually been in a pretty good mood the last few days, and hope this continues through the next few weeks of going back home and having family come visit.

and now, something that makes me laugh.



"Get out of the booth, Jack."
"No, I like it in here!"