The Crap Tree, 2015 November 29, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
[Roamy reminded me (via our sidebar) that it’s now time for the Crap Tree post. Thanks, Roamy – you can go to xBrad’s place to check out her Crap Tree.]
[Note by Michael (2013): It has become a tradition at Innocent Bystanders to annually republish the first-ever blog post by Dave in Texas during the Christmas season. Dave’s story has become a classic tale of Christmas cheer and the endurance of traditions. This is the original version, which actually predates the founding of Innocent Bystanders in 2006. Except I have greatly improved it by centering the pictures.]
Several years ago my wife conceived a plan to take over Christmas decorations in our home. She’s been very patient, moving so carefully that I only realized the scope of her plan this year. This fight isn’t over, not by a long shot. But I’ve lost a lot of ground.
I am what you would call a ‘Christmas kind of guy’. I love Christmas. I love the lights and the pretty packages, the wreaths, the greenery hanging everywhere. I like Christmas plates and coffee cups. Christmas cookies, Christmas music, Christmas towels in the bathrooms, Christmas napkins, Christmas movies and books, if they had Christmas toilet paper I would buy two cases (does anybody know if they make that?). I think Christmas lights on pickup trucks look terrific.
I really dig Christmas.
As soon as the clutter is cleaned away from the Thanksgiving feast, I’m up in the attic getting boxes down. I know where every one of them is, and I pretty much know what’s inside of them. Not because I pack them up every January (that always makes me sad). I suppose it’s just that we tend to use the same boxes for things. You could sum up my taste in Christmas decorations in one phrase. Colored lights. Yes, like the late Michael Kelly wrote on the topic of Christmas lights, there are white light people, and colored light people. I’m in the second group. Years ago I conceded the inevitability of teeny lights taking over. I gave up trying to find strings of lights with those big painted bulbs that burned your fingers. I miss them, but I understand. Technology changes things. But even if they’re teeny, I have to have colored lights. This theme extends to other decorations.
I have an affinity for Christmas-schlock. The cheesier the better. A dancing Santa Claus with an electric guitar and sunglasses? Oh yes. Strings of lights that look like jalapenos? Lovely. Elves laid out in a winter North Pole Office Party display, holding little cans of Bud Light while singing drunken Christmas tunes? I am so there. And you have guessed the dark secret of Christmas in our home. My wife is not a colored lights kind of person. She is a white lights gal. I don’t blame her, taste is subjective, right? Eye of the beholder and all that. We can coexist. We can cooperate, compromise, a little give here, a little take there. We’ll find a way to get along. You know, the Russkies and the Americans. Detente baby.
limited edition strat and twin reverb amp ornament
Well, I was wrong so I didn’t see it coming. It started with a new Christmas tree. She brought it home a few years ago. It’s bigger than our old tree. 10 feet. It’s frickin ginormous! Me, I’m all excited. What could be better than one Christmas tree? Two trees! Oh yeah, two sets of lights and ornaments and glitter, extra room for more presents. This will be so cool! I set the new tree up first. In the formal dining room, right there in the front window where everyone can see it. We decided the older tree would be just fine in the family room, we moved some things around and set it up there. Looked just fine. I didn’t even notice when my wife pulled the strings of white lights out that something was amiss. ‘Sure’, I thought, ‘woo… fan-cee’. What the heck. White lights on the new tree.
Then I noticed we had packages (really nice packages, you know, the kind of shopping bags you keep cause they’re so pretty?) with more ornaments in them. Impressive looking ornaments too, glass and crystal and gold. Wow. But hey, 10 foot tree, sure, we’ll need more stuff to put on it. It was when I reached into a box to pull out my favorite lights, the string of little Fender Telecasters, and headed for the new tree, that the plan in its entirety was revealed to me. She said ‘STOP right there!’ evenly spacing her words using a tone of voice that said I should seriously consider stopping right there. ‘There will be none of that on this tree’, she said. Same tone. I said what most husbands say when they are confronted with possible wrongdoing. ‘Wh-a-a-at?’ Real slowly, dumb-like. ‘No guitar lights. No old pictures. No jalapenos’ she said.
And she was deadly serious. She looked right at me and announced ‘this is the ‘nice tree’’.
The Nice Tree™. In the front room, prominently displayed in the big window. I looked around. The other decorations in the room began to make sense to me. The special Christmas china was set on the formal table. The expensive candle holders on the table by the entry, with long tapered white candles in them, you know, the kind you can’t get at Wal-Mart (10 for .55 cents). And then I understood. This room, was going to be ‘pretty’. Like a Christmas display at some expensive store on 5th Avenue, the ones whose names I can’t pronounce correctly. I looked at what was now my tree. Guitar lights. Ornaments from Fender. The decorations my kids made in Sunday school with funny shaped noodles and gold spray paint. Popsicle sticks and yarn and pictures. Hidden in the family room where no eye shall be offended. No one can see it.
I began calling my tree the “Crap Tree”.
The Nice Tree has gold swirly things on it, and a special tree skirt thingy made of silk and shiny stuff. It’s really pretty. It looks like something you would find in one of those stores in Salado. The Crap Tree has an old skirt made of something that looks like shag carpet. It has a pattern that sort of resembles a Christmas tree, at least, the way a Christmas tree looks to a myopic drunk. In a moment of weakness my brother in law crocheted it for us. It’s been more than 15 years and I still kick his ass about that.
easy to spot boxes
I am not allowed to put my special guitar ornaments on the Nice Tree. Who am I kidding? I’m not allowed to put anything on the Nice Tree. Every now and then, I sneak one on it when no one is looking. It doesn’t matter. My oldest daughter finds it and moves it back. At lease I’m not completely alone in my fight, my youngest daughter will take one of my ornaments and sneak it back on the nice tree. Occasionally sibling rivalry will overcome their natural tendency to gang up on you because of gender affiliation. Which is nice.
The Crap Tree has lights on it from The Hard Rock Café. I think those are my favorite, although the lights that look like jalapenos are a close second. Ever since my wife debuted the Nice Tree, Christmas in our house has been looking a little different. The living room is starting to spread out. Our old Frosty the Snowman and Christmas tree hand towels we used to put in the guest bathroom have been replaced with much prettier hand towels. None of us is allowed to touch them. You wash your hands in this bathroom, you better wipe them off on your blue jeans. My ‘singing Santa’ with the electric guitar and the sunglasses is now back in my bedroom on the dresser. The battery has been removed.
This year I couldn’t find the Drunken Office Party Elves. My wife says she has no idea what happened to them. She says it in a way that makes me think she knows exactly what happened to them, and I will never see them again.
Olive, the other reindeer
So I know what I’m up against. Soon, next year, or maybe the one after that, I will find myself engaged in a desperate battle, a last stand in front of my dearest Christmas decoration, the Crap Tree.
She may relent. The Crap Tree has ornaments that have all our Christmas memories on it, 22 years worth. Decorations we bought when we spent our first Christmas together. Things our friends gave to us. Decorations that her students gave to her. Special ornaments with years on them from Christmases past that go back before our kids were born. Pictures of the girls when they were little in red and white Christmas dresses, hugging Santa and telling him how good they had been this year. So long ago, before cars and boys and college. Every now and then I find a little bit of attic insulation in one of the branches, from a Christmas years ago when I slipped in the overhead and put my foot through the ceiling, right over the tree. The youngest looked up and said ‘Mommy, it’s Santa’! I think she was 4.
I love the Crap Tree. It is an old friend. It’s the decoration in our house that says “Christmas” to me, and I hope it always will.
Hey guess where this is?
A gift from the Geoffs. Proudly displayed.
When Does Motive Matter? November 28, 2015Posted by Sobek in News.
A friend of mine is up in arms because the media hasn’t called the Colorado Planned Parenthood shooter a “terrorist.” There are two premises up there that don’t necessarily bear scrutiny – first, that the media hasn’t done so, and second, that the shooter actually targeted PP. The first seems wildly unlikely, given that most reporters are radially pro-abortion, and the second is based on contradictory reports that don’t seem to have been verified yet.
But I’ll assume for now that both are true, because I want to think out loud about the issue of motive, and when it ought to make a difference.
Thanksgiving, 2015 November 26, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
Another year gone, but another year where our little community can be thankful for each other and our families. And presidential term limits.
OK, the three things we can be thankful for are each other, our families, and presidential term limits. And the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, which (temporarily) buffer us from the worst that’s happening around the world.
OK the four things we have to be thankful for…
But seriously, thanks for hanging out, and thanks to all the IB-cobs who posted something this year. All youse bums should post more and comment more, though.
Have a great and excessive day!!
The Muting Effect of the Microaggression Concept November 25, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
I was watching the MTV video on microaggressions the other day:
…and it struck me that all those “microaggressions” really seem to be the sorts of things people way when they don’t know what to say.
The microaggressing white person has been told that they should relate to minority groups and try to understand their perspective (and it’s a natural sort of impulse anyway). So they try to strike up a conversation about their differences. But the danger of causing offense to a member of a minority group limits the sorts of topics one can broach in casual conversation. So instead, whites have tried to reach out by talking about the most banal topics: accents, hair, music, etc., with the prospect that it will lead to more meaningful discussions and relationships after the ice has been broken.
Having identified these as microaggressions, the conversation now appears to be restricted to how right and just minority groups are, and how evil and tainted whites are.
Which, even if true, makes for very boring conversation.
HuffPo Explains Why Taking Refugees In Is a Bad Idea November 24, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
HuffPo lays “Some food for thought” on us.
Yeah, that worked out really well for the Native Americans.
Wretchard on the Russia/Turkey Situation November 24, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
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The shootdown of a Russian SU-24 by a Turkish F-16 is a clear sign of how dangerous Obama’s Syria policy has become. The vacuum left by his policy has not only engendered a chaos which has destroyed whole countries, but it has drawn in great powers whose armed forces are operating in dangerously close proximity. It is an disaster waiting to happen.
Couldn’t agree more, except to say that it’s not just his Syria policy – it’s his policies around the world that are causing trouble spots to become the norm, rather than the exception.
From the “I Should NOT Have Clicked on That” File November 24, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
This is old, but no less unsettling for its age:
Cultural Appropriation, Tushar Style November 22, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
If you haven’t read it already, check out Tushar’s outstanding Yogasplaining to those who feel that whites teaching yoga is “cultural appropriation.”
Flyin’ Ain’t Easy November 22, 2015Posted by Retired Geezer in Ballistics, Handblogging, News.
I love Destin’s videos from Smarter Every Day.
Here’s the helicopter that Flyin’ Brian flies now.
The CBO Fesses Up – “We Suck at Predictions” November 21, 2015Posted by geoff in News.
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[I may have paraphrased that quote a bit]
You asked for debacles, Theo; I give you the CBO.
Yes, that chart shows that the best-case scenario has us never reducing the federal debt, while the nominal scenario sees it increase by almost 50% over the next 25 years.
I don’t want to even think about the worst-case scenario.
But why do I call it a “debacle?” Well, for starts, the CBO’s predictions are always optimistic (they were predicting budget surpluses by the end of Bush’s 2nd term), and they always assume that Congress will do the right thing.
But the real reason is because when your accuracy is that poor, you shouldn’t even publish the results. It just gives people the false impression that things are under control.
As an aside, I don’t really understand this chart. We ran a $440 billion deficit in 2015, but the chart shows no change in debt from 2014. Someday, when I have extra time, I’ll have to find out why that is.