This guy tried to steal our bikes on around 12:04 AM on July 4. He did steal them on 12:27 AM on July 17, 2018.
One of my guilty pleasures is watching the first half of many Gordon Ramsay show. Not the game shows, but the bad hotel or restaurant shows. I like his disgust at the food and his fake shock that there is substance abuse happening in the food service industry. I am not sure why I like it, but the bad food makes me laugh, the indignant owners and chefs are bullies I’ve always hated, and Ramsay’s self-righteousness is so poorly scripted and delivered it feels like a parody. I am bored with the saccharine second half of the show when people cry and worship at his feet. Give me the drama without the resolution.
There is one trope that I really loathe. I hate how quickly the subjects of the episode start making fun of Ramsay for being British. It gets really nasty and makes me totally uncomfortable. The xenophobia that people deploy is shockingly at the ready. There are countless reasons to call Ramsay an asshole, but the fact that he is British is not one of them. I just hate those parts and it make me sad. Ad hominem attacks are a refuge of the truly stupid.
Hello readers. Today is my first day as a member of the Democratic Ward Executive Committee in Ward 18, Division 16. What is that, how did I get here, and what are my plans moving forward?
What is that?
You will never read “member of the Democratic Ward Executive Committee” on this blog again. I am what is called a Committee Person. According to the Committee of 70, a committee person is:
A committee person is his or her political party’s representative in each division. Committee people serve as a point of contact between the voters in a division and elected officials and their political party. Committee people are considered party officers – not public officials or government employees. They are also volunteers and receive no taxpayer-funded compensation.
Committee people have a core responsibility to help “get out the vote” for their political party. But you can make the job as big or as small as you want. Some committee people just choose to work on Election Day. But many committee people are in touch with their party and their neighbors all year long.
Philadelphia is made up of 66 wards. Each ward has its own leader and committee (Philadelphia, oddly has 69 of these, rather than 66. However, this does not mean anything to me, so let’s move on.) Each ward is then subdivided into something called divisions or precincts. I was elected to represent the Democratic Party in Ward 18, Division 16. There are actually two committee people for each division.
How did I get here?
Have I always been a registered Democrat? Yes. Do I love the Democratic Party? Not always. Do I blame the party for the Donald Trump? They definitely get some of the blame. I generally don’t trust people who’ve made careers in politics. It has always felt like a bunch of privileged children reducing the real life consequences of organizing to a game. It’s probably why I love everything that Armando Iannucci makes. If you’ve seen Veep, than you know that Dan Egan is deplorable and dumb. Let me tell you that he is very real. These are the many reasons I chose labor organizing as the vehicle for change and not party politics. Yet, here we are.
What made me run? A few months ago, my neighbor Scott reached out to 2 of us on the block and encouraged us to run. That ask, made me actually sit down for a second and think about running for an office. The first thing I wanted to know was, “Is my other neighbor running?” I did not want to run against her. She’d be really good, the neighborhood would be lucky to elect her, and there are enough elected people that resemble me. She declined and I decided to stop being bitter about the Democratic Party for a minute and told Scott, “Yes. I will run.”
This led me to Jon Geeting of Philadelphia 3.0. He is a political organizer that started a democratic club in my area called Riverwards Area Democrats – RAD. Their goal was to promote an open ward (I’ll explain that in the future), and get some fresh faces as the committee people. Jon told me about the process to get on the ballot:
- Get some blank petitions.
- Get the signatures of >15 registered democrats in your division on said petition.
- Ge the petitions notarized. (now you are on the ballot)
I did what he said and a few weeks later, I found out that I was on the ballot. I also was surprised to discover that there was only one other person running for committee person, so barring a serious write-in campaign it looked like a victory was on the horizon. Since I did not have a challenger I decided to do 2 things in preparation for election day.
I made my first piece of campaign literature and had it printed. This cost me $135.00. I then organized a canvass of my neighborhood. Sam, Cathy, and a few neighbors went around the division on the Saturday before the election. They knocked on doors, handed neighbors my post card and reminded them to vote. Cathy reported that one person on 2nd Steet said, “A committee person has never knocked on my door before.” Sam spoke a ton of Arabic on Mascher Street and I met some enthusiastic folks on Hancock St. It was a good time on the doors.
The next thing I did, was stand in front of the polling place after work on Election Day. Personally, I felt this to be a waste of time that day. I know better and should have just started to knock on doors in the neighborhood. It started to rain, so I spent the last hour at home texting people that I knew in the neighborhood and reminding them to vote.
At the end of the night, Sam and I refreshed the http://phillyelectionresults.com/ every couple of minutes until the results were posted. I got 63 votes and won the election.
Today I started serving my 4 year term. I think I am going to document what this experience, so other people can get some insight into what it means to be a committee person in Philadelphia.
I am interested in recruiting a block captain for every block in 18-16. I think this will be a good way to keep the neighborhood clean. I’d like to host a community meeting this summer, so that we can collectively identify some neighborhood priorities. I’ll be reading lots of Paulo Freire to prepare in the meantime. I hope to work closely with my co-committee person. His name is Michael Bradley. He is young and enthusiastic and I think that will be greatly needed in the years ahead.
I have no interest in stating what the priorities for 18-16 are or should be in the future. We can figure those out together, and we can work to solve the most immediate problems at hand.
Today I need to have a courageous conversation with a loved one. Philadelphia, I love you and we need to talk. There are inappropriate times to chant E-A-G-L-E-S. A concert 3 months after the Super Bowl is one of those times.
Let’s talk. Last night, Sam and I saw Keb’ Mo’ in concert. I’ve wanted to see him perform live for many years and this was my first opportunity. He’s a great musician and he puts on a good show. I prefer him without his full band, and his first couple of songs were just him and his drummer so I was thrilled. I wanted to hear his cover of Dylan’s The Times They Are a changin’, but no luck for me.
Between songs, there were a few people who felt like it was ok to yell at the stage. At first it was words of encouragement (he didn’t need them, he commands the stage like a pro), then it devolved into a weird conversation when Keb decided to respond.
Dude in crowd: “You go this Keb!”
Keb’ Mo’: “Thanks man. I hope I do.”
Dude in crowd: “Oh you do!”
Then it got weird and obnoxious. Someone decided to yell out, “Go Eagles!” That gets the biggest reaction from the crowd of the night. Keb’ Mo’ responds with, “oh yeah. Go Eagles! (chuckles) I need to tell you a secret. I don’t know much about sports.” He then starts his next song. During that song a man wearing an Eagles jersey walks up and throws his Eagles hat on the stage.
The crowd roared and I cringed. The classy and super talented musician, now takes off his fedora and puts on the cap for a 15 seconds. He is a hell of a showman, because he gave the crowd what they wanted. People loved him for it. He then he took it off, set it on the front of the stage and continued with the concert.
Between songs, people tried to get the E-A-G-L-E-S chat going a few other times but it it did not catch on. However, the yelling at the stage continued. At one point, someone tried to diffuse the football chants by starting a K-E-B-M-O chant, but it did not take.
Philadelphia, I love you. You know that I do, but football had nothing to do with the concert. The musician you came to see told you that he was not interested in your team. Just listen to the music. I like that this great town is full of weirdos. I love Philadelphia passion, but it was poorly weilded last night.
The Super Bowl was on 2/4/2018. That concert was on 5/18/2018. It’s cool to be proud, but check it a little bit.
Sam and I recently adopted a cat. We lost Josephine in November of 2016 and in recent months I started to pine for pet. I follow a cat rescue that focuses on cats with special needs called Philly Kitty. A few weeks ago I saw this post:
Taking applications! Adopt the amazing Monkey! We're pretty sure whomever adopts Monkey is going to win the adoption jackpot. Monkey is a bit of a medical oddity and has a stump foot to boot, plus this super social, super cute gal is sure to entertain you and become your new best friend. Read more about Monkey and fill out an app for her today! http://www.petango.com/Adopt/Cat-Domestic-Shorthair-37519605 #adoptdontshop #thephillykitty #monkeyguts #monkey
Her profile information made me laugh a lot. Her name is Monkey. Her foster mom brought her to our house over Easter weekend and she is still here. It’s hard not to think about Josephine with another cat around, but they are very different and it’s fun to learn about her personality.
Let’s talk about the name Monkey. I did not love it at first. I always liked human names for pets, so I advocated changing her name to Stormy Daniels. Sam liked the name Monkey and it grew on me, so it looks like we are keeping the name Monkey. My sister hates the name Monkey. She told us that her pre-adolescent female patients refer to the vagina as a “monkey”. This is a funny a weird anecdote that is I’ve learned is commonplace in the healthcare field. Well I do not hate the name Monkey, but I do hate the idea of adults being too nervous to say the word vagina.
There is a cat named Monkey living at our house. She is sweet and playful. She has a penchant for leaping on our feet at night. She does not meow a lot. She likes to crawl under the covers. In short, she is a fantastic addition to our home. I hope that she is here for a long time to come.
Monkey, welcome to our home.