Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Rockwood,TN: This is Ridiculous.
Democracy -- Good ’ole boy style Democracy is a system of government by which political sovereignty is retained by the people and exercised directly by citizens. It is a system in which the people have a voice through their elected representatives. Abraham Lincoln spoke of "a government of the people, by the people, for the people" in the Gettysburg Address, and that is what we as a nation have aspired to – at least most of us. .. Fast forward a couple of hundred years and visit Rockwood, Tennessee – the city where we have fought for EIGHT months against an ordinance that NO ONE in the city wanted... that is no one who wasn't a member the city council. What started out as a pit bull ban in December 2007 evolved over eight months time to an ordinance that regulated pit bulls, rottweilers, dobermans, German shepherds, chows and, oh yeah…every other dog over 30 pounds. Yes, you read that right... Any dog over 30 pounds would have had to adhere to the vicious dog regulations, which included a kennel that was buried two feet in the ground and had a roof, insurance, etc. Last night, the city finally dropped the breed specific language from their vicious dog ordinance. After taking every opportunity to point out that it was outsiders – and not Rockwood residents – who were fighting this ordinance, they got a big surprise last night. Rockwood residents came out in force to make it very clear that this ordinance was not wanted, it violated their rights, it was unfair and it focused on the wrong end of the leash. Even more importantly, not a single person spoke in favor of the proposed ordinance. Even after several Rockwood residents voiced their opposition to the council, Councilman Grover East stated:
Government by the people, for the people…?? Mr. East, your constituents spoke and you failed to listen. It is shameful that you would turn a deaf ear to the people that you represent – quite possibly the very same people who elected you - in an effort to carry out your personal agenda. Speaking of having personal agendas. It was Councilman James Watts who drafted the latest version of the ordinance. He stated that he researched the issue on the internet for "hours and hours" while drafting the ordinance. When put on the spot by several people in attendance at the meeting – including council members – he was adamant that the ordinance was not breed specific. He said this was evidenced in that the ordinance did not ban breeds. How odd that someone who researched for hours and hours and months and months still did not know the basic definition of breed specific legislation. Obviously, regulation of a specific breed (as opposed to banning a breed), doesn't change the fact that it is, in fact, breed specific legislation. Nonetheless, Mr. Watts lied to everyone in the room last night as he insisted over and over that the ordinance did not name breeds. An older gentlemen stood up, his voice quivering, and he made this statement. "You lied to me, Mr. Watts. You told me this ordinance would not name specific breeds" Again, Mr. Watts stated the ordinance did not name breeds. You be the judge: I had the opportunity to speak at great length with Mr. Watts after last month's meeting. Despite the fact that the very first thing he stated to me when I approached him was "I don't care about statistics," I actually thought we made some headway with him that night. He even stated he could not think of a single specific problem with pit bulls in the city. After reading his ordinance, however, it became very obvious, very quickly, that he was telling the truth. He really did not care about statistics – not at all. Anyone who took facts or statistics into consideration could not possibly have drafted that piece of garbage he called a "fair compromise." Oh yes, finally, we get to the garbage. Mayor Mike Miller. Where do I start? Mayor Miller announced in December 2007 that he wanted to ban pit bulls from Rockwood. There had been no incidents in town. No dog attacks. No action to warrant this. It is my strong belief that Miller pursued a ban as the result of Jennifer Lowe's death in Knox County immediately prior to Miller's announcement of the proposed ban. He denies this, but if no incident in Rockwood sparked this desire for a ban, did he just wake up one morning and say, "I think we should ban pit bulls from the city." Mayor Miller had never taken the time to meet with or interact with pit bull owners, especially those who defend the much maligned breed. And when given the opportunity to do so, on more than one occasion, he declined. When asked if he would meet with pit bull owners, he stated that we could meet with any of the council members, but we should not be offended if he didn't attend. He was a family man, you know, liked to spend all his extra time with his family, and he certainly didn't have time for us or our concerns or to maybe learn the truth about a breed he wanted out of his city. Experts Karen Delise and Jim Crosby offered to speak with him. Again, Mayor Miller declined. At every city council meeting I attended, Mayor Miller went out of his way to make me feel unwelcome. He was rude. He rolled his eyes and blew air and played with papers in front of him…he made every effort to make sure I knew he absolutely DID NOT care what I had to say. While seated right next to his fellow council member, James Watts, who boldly lied to his constituency repeatedly, Mayor Miller chided me last night for being "sarcastic" when I referred to Mr. Watts statement of not being interested in statistics. He also implied I was lucky to have been able to speak at the meetings at all. I have attended city council meetings across the state of Tennessee over the last few years, and I have never been treated so rudely as I have in Rockwood. The following is a blog from one of the city council meetings posted to the Roane County site immediately following last month's council meeting:
Elected officials are public servants. The last I checked, I was a member of the public. Do you treat everyone this way, Mayor Miller, or do you reserve it only for those who can't vote for you? Mr. Collett, as well as Mr. Evens, have been the only two voices of reason throughout this entire ordeal. They asked questions. They showed an interest. They researched the issue. In fact, Mr. Collett was firmly for the passing of a pit bull ban in December, but after researching and actually TALKING to people, he came to the logical and reasonable conclusion that any ordinance should focus on people and not dogs. My sincerest thanks go to both Mr. Collett and Mr. Evans for their ability to be open minded and use simple common sense. The truth is, I don't have to go back to Rockwood, but the citizens there still have to deal with this same city council. I can only hope they do a better job at "being the voice of their constituents" than they did this time.
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Tomato Work...
is still hanging at Art & Invention. Here are my pieces; they ended up being just straight-forward tomatoes, no clever interpretation.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Paint or Die But Love Me
came up with this table concept. I think it's irresistible. I read some comments on other blogs that are not so positive, but maybe they're just jealous!
Apparently it is structurally sound and will be produced in small numbers- put this on my Christmas list.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Fall Stuff to Lust After
New things I'm excited to wear:
black peep- toe booties (another fun, but not- oft used word)
purple tights
gray nail polish
dark jeans and gladiator stilettos
New things I will enjoy from a distance:
Henry Beguelin sweaters and boots
Gucci's studded shoes
Monday, August 11, 2008
And Then Some
Nashville Woman Turns 31, Is Still a Bad Ass.
The Rundown
Thanks, Baisden, for the delicious foliage!
And thanks, Nicki & Aaron, for the latest in the "Desert Prince Romance" series.
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My 31 st birthday has come and gone, and as it usually goes with birthdays- I don't feel much different. I don't know many people who do actually "feel older", after a birthday;
that's never been what they mean to me. The typical significance of 30's birthdays seems to be something not alot of people are excited about; like it's disappointing to admit you're in your 30's.
Why would it be disappointing? Because of a couple extra pounds or wrinkles or stretch marks? REALLY??! For realz though, it seems to be the time when you really know yourself and can own it. You tried different paths and made decisions in your 20's that brought you to the place you are now. Hopefully, for you reading this, it's a happy place. For me it is. I am proud and thankful of the place I am in my life, and this birthday has been a reminder to me of the things I am blessed with in life.
Early last week, I received a package in the mail from my parents. Inside it was a ring we had looked at when they came to visit in July; they had remembered and gotten it without me noticing. On Friday (my birthday) evening Jon and I went up to Boscos with several friends. It meant alot that friends wanted to celebrate with me. I feel lucky to have such good people around me. Saturday morning, Jon and I drove to Chattanooga. The plan was to drive directly to the riverfront and go on a riverboat cruise departing at 2. Unfortunately, I forgot about the difference in time zones and we missed the boat, literally. Jon's sister, Rachel, and her husband, Jay, live in Chattanooga so we got to visit with them Saturday evening. Sunday morning at 5:30, I woke up ready to go. The past couple of weeks I had been so nervous and pessimistic about doing my first triathlon...but when I got up that morning I knew I could do it. Outside it was so dark and cool, but by the time we arrived at the Chickamauga Dam starting point the sun was coming up over the water and my excitement was building. I was so unsure of what it would be like swimming with hundreds of people and then transitioning to the bike, and would I have any energy left when it came time to run? Well, the swimming was fine. I did get kicked (and kick others) but it was all fairly gentle and non- violent. Transitioning was simple, I wore the same clothes (bike shorts & swim top)- no complicated outfit changes. My bike and I were slow comparatively, but held up well. When I racked my bike and started running through downtown, I had so much adrenaline going through me, that I didn't even want to slow down or stop. We ran across two bridges, and the early morning sun sparkled off the river beneath us- it was quite a scenic route. When I finished I felt great; it's safe to say there will be more triathlons in my future! After a quick shower and breakfast, Jon and I went back to the riverfront and successfully boarded a sightseeing cruise. Good stuff. Then, we cruised on out to Monteagle Mountain. A generous friend loaned us his cabin on the mountain for the night. It was cuter than I could have imagined: cozy one bedroom, fireplace in the living room, big front porch with a swing, and the most incredible view out over the valleys below it. And here we are. It's Monday, and we still have not left. I am writing this, looking out off the bluff, and loving all the beautiful pieces that form my sometimes puzzling life.
***written this morning***
p.s. prepare for picture bombardment soon to come.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
What Have I Gotten Myself Into?
Oh, and tomorrow's my birthday!