some cilantro

September 27, 2008

I’m listening to Swati and I’m doing OK.

David came by for some random cooking (recipe below) and the rockstar is on the verge of something good.  And me – something good might just be in the works.  Not sure – for sure – but maybe I just might be OK.

It’s Friday and I still left work after 7pm.  On my way home, I was walking into the grocery.  I had this idea for maybe some sort of paella – some cilantro – maybe some lemons – I wasn’t sure and then…

Who did I see?  A couple from one of my cases.  A man, easily recognizable by the shoulder-length black hair coming from his cap and his tiny woman with her hair pinned up.  I found them in the produce aisle.   I felt bold and tapped the lady – “Hola!  Como estan?” as I pointed to the both of them.  They smiled and touched me – the both of them.   “Hello, Miss!  THANK YOU.”

The City had brought a case against the man- and after a year and half of trial - the city LOST.  The man was the boyfriend of this woman.  A woman with 3 children.  He had gotten drunk at a party – she had, too - and they had fought in the early morning.  Someone called the police.  White folk showed up and this guy – he did not understand.  This woman, she didn’t understand it either.

Kids may or may not have been there – so a Family Court case was filed.  I picked up this case.

My clients were 9, 11, and 14 at the time.  All the kids said to me, it was just an argument.  “He does not drink so much – it was just the party.  Miss, they got upset.”

The man’s lawyer presented evidence.  The man, the woman, my oldest client – they all testified – OVER  A YEAR to tell the judge that what happened was a one time thing.  That the children were not there.  IT WAS NOT NEGLECT.   The man is really sorry, really sad that this happened.

The whole time, the man could not live in the home, he was not allowed to have unsupervised contact with the children who had come to love him.  The woman felt like she was breaking the law when she came near him.

The judge listened and she evaluated and she thought – and she dismissed the case. The man was allowed to FINALLY come home. 

After a year and half. 

The judge was LIVID.  She had kept the man away with her order.   The woman and the man – they embraced in court.  Tears in their eyes.  Tears in my eyes.  The judge almost had tears in hers. She threw down her hands when she gave that decision.

I saw this man and this woman in the grocery store tonight.  She was picking over produce, he was holding the hand basket at her side as she put in apples, carrots, and lemons.  They saw me.  They thanked me for believing.  Believing that SHIT HAPPENS.  And that people should not be separated for over a year because someone got angry just once and they had it out.  The kids had gotten mad because they did not like seeing momma cry.   (That is how things like this gets reported to social services.) Had everyone spoken English, I doubt this would have happened this way.

I see tonight, that after all of this, this man loves her.  She loves him.  Those children, my clients – they told me that. 

And L——?  Age 14?  She got on the stand and told the Judge, “Sometimes people fight, Your Honor, but they still don’t want to hurt each other.  He is really, really sorry.  I believe him. He is the only father I have ever had…”

Get away from these people, I just don’t feel safe. Get out of this place. Cause I would do anything for you, I wish there was someone who felt the same way. Whatever happened to honesty?

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RECIPE
CHICKEN AND RICE

INGREDIENTS

- 3 boneless chicken breasts - rinsed and patted dry – cut into bite-sized pieces
- SEASON ALL (or salt/pepper) to taste

- 1 large onion - chopped
- 1 red bell pepper – chopped
- 4 cloves garlic – chopped
- 2 small serrano peppers – chopped
- 1 cup frozen peas
- 1/4 tsp turmeric
- 1 tsp Curry powder
- 1 tsp thyme
- 3 bay leaves
- 2.5 cups broth (chicken or veggie)
- 1/2 cup tomato sauce
- 1 cup rice
 - 1/2 cup chopped cilantro
- salt/pepper
- 2 TB Olive Oil

-Fresh cilantro for garnish

DIRECTIONS

1.  Season Chicken with Season-All or salt/pepper in a bowl.  In a large pot, heat Olive Oil over medium heat and sautee chicken for 5 minutes.  Wash the bowl out  and set chicken aside.

2. In reserved oil/juices (add more oil if dry), sautee onion, garlic, bell pepper, and serrano peppers – until fragrant.

3.  Add Turmeric, Curry, Thyme, and Cilantro.  Stir well for about a minute.

4.  Add peas, stir.  Then add broth and tomato sauce.  Stir well for 3-4 minutes.

5.  Add rice and stir for a minute.

6.  Bring to a boil and then cover and lower heat to a simmer for about 30 minutes.

7. Check pot and if too watery, cook for 5-10 minutes more, covered.

Serve in a bowl with cilantro – chopped – on top.
Be thankful for the legal process, but understand the injustice.  Salt/Pepper to taste.

Serves 3-5


i wish everybody was as easy

August 26, 2008

I have spent most of August worrying about moving, packing up, worrying about packing up, moving, worrying about unpacking, and/or unpacking.

Lucky is me who gets to take some days off in August to do these things. (Worrying included.)

Right now I sip on my white wine (courtesy of Cocoyea) and put silly things up on Freecycle.  I highly recommend it.  Not only do you get rid of stuff, you get this nice feeling inside about it.  (Don’t be scared – another woman’s trash is, well… you get it.) 

I spent most of today shopping around for various kitchen appliances (yes, I did get a microwave at Target for 47 bucks and I still need a food processor) and dealing with curtains.  In a pre-war rental building in Queens, that means lot of crappy walls that do not take to my lady-drill or any kind of nail.  Nothing like tension rods.  I love ‘em and I wish everybody was as easy. 

I’ve been cooking a bit at my new abode – bigger kitchen and all – but I’ve got some stuff on my list.  (Isa - I’m all over Veganomicon in such a new way).  The kind of stuff that I wanted to make back when I had the tiny kitchen.  Stay tuned.  (and BEWARE Lover!)

If only I had a vegan chef to make my reception dinner…and um, all that other stuff they have! (Yay for them, of course.)


they’ll be back

August 2, 2008

from:  governor@govmail.ca.gov
to:  fishes

date:  Fri, Aug 1, 2008 at 9:12 PM
subject:  Re:Supreme Court Decision on Same Sex Marriage
mailed-by:  govmail.ca.gov

Thank you for writing to share your thoughts on the California Supreme Court’s ruling on same-sex marriage.  I appreciate hearing from fellow Californians about the issues that are important to them.

In 2000, voters approved Proposition 22 – also known as the California Defense of Marriage Act – which stated that only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.  The California Constitution says that initiatives cannot be amended without another vote of the people, and so I vetoed all recent legislative efforts to amend the marriage laws without another vote of the people or a court decision.  But I have always said that I would abide by the rulings of the state’s highest court.  On May 15, 2008, the California Supreme Court held that Proposition 22 is unconstitutional.  I respect the Court’s decision, and as I promised before, I will uphold its ruling.

Again, thank you for taking time to write and share your comments.

Sincerely,
Arnold Schwarzenegger


left work early

July 25, 2008

I left work at about 5:45 tonight.  This is unusual for me – usually I’m making phone calls, putting away files or emailing folks until 7 or so.   Tonight I was on a mission though.   Friday, the rockstar and I have two going-away parties to attend.  Both sad, but for people we adore.   Saturday, we leave early to drive south to my cousin’s wedding in my homestate.  So, I left early form work today and got some things accomplished.

I rode the subway for 20 minutes.  Stopping off at New Menka salon, my eyebrows were threaded beautifully for 5 dollars in a salon where everyone was speaking Hindi.  I then stopped at Patel Brothers.  I got 2 big boxes of incense (Shiva and Vishnu), a mango that reminds the rockstar of home, Kuma (or fried dough pieces sprinkles with sugar), and 2 small boxes of candied tamarind.

Afterwards, I walked 4 blocks to get a pedicure where everyone spoke either Korean or Spanish. 

In this hour and a half, not one person spoke English to me and I spent a grand total of $28.  My eyebrows and feet look amazing.  My Spanish is improving.  The rockstar, though processing her demons, was quite pleased with the treats I brought home to her.

She’s looking for new projects.  Listen.


10 Minutes

July 17, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In about a week, the rockstar and I are invited and about to attend a heterosexual wedding.  My cousin is marrying his 5-year girlfriend and this wedding will happen in my homestate.

Said cousin and I have – well, tons of cousins.  As far as I know, I am the only one not allowed to marry.  Oddly, only one of the seven has gotten married and this cousin is the first to have a “real wedding.”  (One of us did get married and she did it w/o fanfare at the court house.) 

This cousin however is very religious.  The rockstar and I are pleasantly surprised that we were even invited.  In fact – when I made clear to his mother (my aunt) that the rockstar (who they have all met before) would be wearing a suit, cousin made sure to call me to tell me it was “OK.”

I do hope it is.

I have to be honest, I’ve never been a big fan of marriage.  A good lady (less of a friend due to distance, but very much a comrade due to how amazing she is) is getting married to her lady in DC soon.  Reading her blog, I am a bit more open to the idea.  Probably because they have chosen to do it religously and I respect that sort of thing.

I said it 8 years ago and I still like to say it today:  

I Won’t Marry. 

Unless, of course, the full federal rights of marriage apply to my union.  That’s not because I am necessarily patriotic or traditional.  (If you know me, this would make you chuckle out loud.)

It’s because my girlfriend is from another country.  Something I had not thought of 8 years ago. 

If I (we) were straight, I could solve this problem in the 10 minutes it takes to get to City Hall.  (And the money-fee it takes to apply for a “pink card.”)

What Is a “Fiancé(e)”?
A fiancé(e) is a person who is engaged or contracted to be married. The marriage must be legally possible according to laws of the state in the United States  where the marriage will take place.

(see:  http://travel.state.gov/visa/immigrants/types/types_2994.html)


workin’ on the weekend

June 29, 2008

So, instead of just going to my office to do work on the weekend as I have done in the past, today I actually get paid for going in on a Saturday.  (see news article:  http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/09/nyregion/09juvenile.html?ref=nyregion)

I was all hemmin’ and hawwin’ about it and then I realized – shortly after 1pm today  – that I was part of history. 

13 kids in detention that, 2 months ago – woulda sat there for the whole f’in weekend.  For the most part – these kids were in for silly things - jumpin’ a bus w/o fare, stealing a cellphone, a school fight, scaring a bypasser.  These are not children who murder, rape and maim.

Nearly all of them were released to family or foster parents today.  I got paid and I got to see kids walk out free.  All of that and I got out of work by 4:30 today.  I’d say it’s more than worth my time and the pay of anybody working for the City.

 BRC

I sit here now making a long-promised CD for an attorney who used to do my job.  A man very committed to the kids, who just couldn’t wake up one more night at 4am worrying about his 300+ clients and jumped ship.  He told me he had a penchant for bands who were part of the Black Rock Coalition

I figured I’d give him a CD with some great new music.  In fact, at an office party, I drunkenly promised it and have yet to deliver!  I hate that I will have to say – it is “modern” or someshit, but I have to.  TV on the Radio and Apollo Heights isn’t for everyone.  But for a man who counts “Cosmic Slop” as the 2nd best bass line ever…I think he’ll be fine.

I should go to bed soon – but I’ll probably stay up a bit and read some more about some thing I’ve been wondering about.  My so-called research list.  I do that all the time.  It’s OK.  It is.


gay gay gay! yay!

June 18, 2008

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

*Del Martin and Phyllis Lyons – California, 2008*

I have my own issues with gay marriage – but I have NO ISSUES at all with this.  So lovely.

See my youthful commentary:  http://citizenjane.diaryland.com/20000323.html

(oh yes – 2000…)

Mature Disclaimer:  Marriage for immigration and/or health care purposes only.

If I had no class-based reason, I agree with my youthful diatribe (see above.)  But now that I’m over 30 and have the above concerns, I’m more than open to taking advantage of it.  I hate that!

Hate it!

I still wish we lived in a society (world) where none of your entitlements and/or benefits were based on who you (fuck) sleep with on a regular basis. 

Fuck the Establishment. 

 


road trip!

June 18, 2008

So the rockstar and I are gonna go south tomorrow. 

We leave sometime in the mid-morning and make it south of mason-dixon line by early afternoon.  We visit my brother, perhaps some friends if we can make it – and likely stay overnight with my momma and stepdad.

That house is sad right now because they had to put down one of their dogs.  Elvis was his name and he was a sweetheart.  He wasn’t very old, but had a cancer that was making his life unbearable.

My momma’s not taking it too well.  I did buy her something, though it’d be hardly called a mourning gift.  Honestly?  It was a box of a new sort of cereal I thought she’d like.  Call me silly or practical or what you will.  I can’t help it. 

I haven’t seen her since Easter.  The rockstar?  Since xmas.  This visit will be quick because we are on our way  – waaay south.  Like Georgia-south.  That’s about as South as the rockstar has ever been (as far as I know) and we are damn excited.

While there, we get to see REM and Modest Mouse and The National.  We are beside ourselves with this impending joy – so much, we are forgetting how much those tickets cost.

Speaking of that, we are also forgetting how much gas costs (and how much the maintenance appointment for my car costs) and we’re just taking off. 

For the rest of the summer?  It’s NYC and Long Island beaches for us.  Specifically Jacob Riis Beach and Long Beach and perhaps a jaunt to Fire Island. 

As for my mother.  I’m glad I’m going to see her.  I’m not so much looking forward to a rural household overtaken by gloom – but I’m hoping for the best.  They do have a swimming pool.

 


meet the press

June 14, 2008

 I’m sad to lose him.  I always looked forward to his show on Sunday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qn5CmvAubkE

 


Weddings, Funerals and DUI Appearances

June 10, 2008

(c/o Snorg Tees)

I decided to be both sarcastic and true this Father’s Day.  I sent the above t-shirt to my father.  He is a man who prior to finding Jesus, owned only one suit.  Said suit was used for weddings, funerals, and DUI appearances.  I’m not kidding.

Despite finding said savior, I’m sure he’ll find this funny and he might even wear it.   He has been known to rock the Far Side t-shirts, too.  My favorite as a lass was the shirt declaring “SAFE SEX” and featured a cartoon of a dog humping a man’s leg.  It was a summer staple in suburban Maryland.

As a child of divorced parents, I have more than just one father, of course. 

I’ve sent my stepfather DVDs of spaghetti westerns and John Wayne.  He and my mother tend to watch reruns of western TV shows every night and watch TV generally – all the time.  I figured they’d enjoy some uninterrupted gunslinging.

This year I’ve also decided to go all out and send a card to my uncle Mark, too.   As my father’s older brother, my uncle has proven to be quite the aged hippie, living with the consequences of a fabulous life in the 60s.  Gout, Hep-C, general fogginess.  As the only person over 40 in my family who didn’t seem to give a shit who I date  (and to keep wearing an earring in his left ear) – I figured it was time to recognize him.

Though presented with JESUS on numerous occasions, my uncle has yet to find Jesus and/or follow him.  As he said so eloquently to my father last summer, “I found all that enlightenment in the late 60s in San Fran.  I’m good.”

Here’s to a man who still owns only one suit:  for Weddings, Funerals and DUI Appearances.

Happy Father’s Day.