Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Liveblog the "SOTU"

Heeding the scrimp and save tenor of our President's comments, Gaston and I stayed away from the bars and saved our money by raiding our fridge for Leinenkugels Sunset Wheat. And we just noticed how gigantic the VP is and wonder why Nancy chose to wear a "snuggy" to tonight's
speech. And also how Joe can mess up the night without even talking. But HRC commanded so much presence and attention walking into that chamber: she is truly a statewoman. I agreed with the President's remarks, even though I got a little tired of the intro platitudes we got. I am going to enjoy listening to his discussion in healthcare as I will be getting emails from my boss soon after.

Ok, I kinda lied.

Or maybe "misled" is a better way to put it. When I discussed how crazy it can be here and how valuable eating can be, I forgot to mention the least pleasing, but frequent option: lobby snacks. Today it was a gift basket from the public utility districts and tomorrow I will look forward to cheese from the ports (it's perennial). Combine this with left over birthday cake and Longworth's interpretation of Thai cuisine and you have...well, I'll let you know.

Monday, February 23, 2009

NPF fly-in

This morning was the third annual fly-in for volunteer advocates for
the National Psoriasis Foundation for our bill, HR 930. There was a
breakfast for 100 people from 26 states. Unfortunately my boss wasn't
available but I got the chance to rally the troops. The room, the
Cannon Caucus Room, is always impressive, so I took a photo I'll post
later. The photo here is of my remarks. I wrote them last night while
I was watching the Oscars so please disregard the references to
thanking my agent, etc.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

One man can change the world, every man should try.

True to the words of John F. Kennedy, Chris Gaston and Sarah Steward were discovered working after 6:30pm on a Tuesday during recess. For shame. More on the concept "recess" later.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Robert Frank's "The Americans"

I find it completely within the tenor of this show to say this: How
American is it to view a show as highly constructed as this one
backwards? I believe that if this is your choice you forfeit your
right to stand in front of me, even if you are well dressed.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

When your friends are in the NY Times.


Look look! I know those people. Ok, well, so do you probably. On the left that's Representative John Larson of Connecticut, the Democratic Caucus Chairman and a good friend of Mr. Wu's, then tucked away back there is the Majority Leader Steny Hoyer of Maryland, and in the front is the Gentlelady from California herself, the Honorable Speaker of the House, Ms. Nancy Pelosi. BUT, behind Madam Speaker is my friend Catherine Tran! Cat is Mr. Larson's legislative director for the Democratic Caucus, and a friend I met through my friend Mary Moller and is now uber-famous!

Friday, February 13, 2009

I may lie, but I never exaggerate.

At the end of this week I feel a little numb. With great expectations of dinner out with friends dashed, I ordered Thai to go and cozied in to watch a movie and wait until Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday caught up with me, then promptly roll on over me. The three events that made up this week were a coffee my office hosted for a university president, the introduction of one of the bills that I work on, and the Oregon State Society celebration of Oregon's birthday.

Oh wait...The House also passed the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act worth some $787 billion. In honor of that, I wore my fancy suit with workable buttons on the cuffs and my fancy shoes. But seriously, this bill was a big deal on many accounts and as I sat in the front office and watched the votes come in, I knew that it was one of those times I would try and remember. The reality is, this isn't the last time we will be spending this kind of cash in order to save this economy, so maybe if I happen to forget where I was this time...I can remember wher I was for the second, or third time. The debate on this bill has lasted for about two weeks now, and what I objected to most earnestly (ha, that's polite) was the distinctly Republican notion that the jobs created in this bill were for faceless, jack-booted bureaucrat government employees, which is not true at all. The money (mountains of it) will go toward contracts to hire private firms to do work on behalf of the federal government. The last time I checked we didn't have construction crews in USA jumpsuits building highways, or federal crews for weatherproofing houses of the elderly, and federal outfits for wind turbine installation. The insipid rhetoric on display wore on us so that by the time Approps Chairman Obey and Mayority Leader Hoyer finally took the floor to kick the snot out of those who were weaving tales of earmarking the bill and at the same time were under investigation for ethics violations, we were all licking our lips waiting for blood to be spilled.

Back to calmer times: These small staff coffee things, are more like tiny, closed door briefings are actually useful for two reasons; The first being that you get to take a meeting with someone who would probably otherwise want to meet with your boss, and two; You get to own the meeting - as in all the other staff that attends is on your turf, and you need to shine. That's basically political tool, and it signifies the close relationship you and your office have with the institution.

After that was done, our office introduced our bill on psoriasis. This is actually not entirely time consuming, but the coordination can be frustrating as there are press components and sometimes last minute additions to cosponsor lists, and deference you need to pay to certain Members as they key up behind your boss. Amazingly enough being the third original cosponsor can sometimes be as coveted as batting clean up for the Yankees. At the end of this step in the process, our outside groups were pleased, and I got virtual pats on the back.

This Oregon State Society event is always a great event and an excuse to see folk in a social setting that you would otherwise spend twenty minute increments with talking about their priorities. The Society is a loosely configured, volunteer run, social networking group that puts together events that tie the Oregon community closer together. So even though we might disagree, or hold grudges, we can occasionally raise a glass to Oregon, My Oregon. The room was tight, and the food and booze was plenty, so I think everyone had a good time. I have to say that other than our annual banquet, we probably had more Oregonians in one room than any other time this year (save for the inauguration, but that was basically a fly-in).

This weekend intends to reflect the opposite of the preceding days. I would like to ride, and having three days, I figure I can get out and do 30 miles each day. I am pretty pleased with myself that I was able to ride six days straight this week, and I would like to keep it up. I had a reasonably intelligent, confident and insightful conversation with a vice president of the Commonwealth Fund this week regarding health care policy reform so I am thinking of finding a nook at the NGA to sit in and read some briefing material I have assembled. I may also find myself at brunch and a movie, but regardless of what I end up doing, I think the weekend will undoubtedly contain sleep, punctuated with flashes of what I didn't do (clean out my mountainous inbox, call ODOT, email what's his face) and cravings for a much simpler life.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Friendly dinner

Post the apocalyptic Oregon State Society birthday I went to dinner
with my friends Mary, Danny ad Cat (np). Tomorrow seems easy from here.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Herding

Herding advocates. Herding Members. Herding children. Herding cats.

After

And this is what I got back. This is from the bill clerk. Yay HR 930!
Got to run. More meetings...

Before

Today we introduced our bill on psoriasis. This is what I took over to
the Capitol.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Chocolate, Cheese, and Children

Today was the beginning of "that time" on the Hill; the beginning of "silly season," "March Madness," or appropriations season. Even though all of the usual letters of support for disease research, green jobs, or school counselor funding have yet to come across our desks, and they are soon to come, meetings upon meetings upon meetings have arrived.

This week I have 18 staff level meetings, and additional three meetings with my boss. Staff level meetings are those meetings that, while really no less important than Member meetings, have been given to staff on the basis of time management - there are 5 legislative staffers and one Member (thank the lord) so we get a ton of meetings to help manage his time between hearings, votes and his own list of meetings. The product of these meetings (our memos) all come to our boss, and it is our job to relay the message of the National Association of Picture Frame Builders (Wednesday at 10:40am) or the American Fellowship of Bookbinders (Thursday at 9:20am) and their legislative agenda for the year. It is our mission to wade through and not be distracted by the musical confusion of their plight and hold them up to our boss' agenda (the carpal tunnel insurance coverage issues of The US Academy of Stringed Instrument Musicians, for instance). What if it doesn't match? Well, then we still need to make sure he knows what they want if, just in case, he sits down on a plane next to one of them and they take him by one of their mangled hands - he needs to be prepared.

So I have digressed and my title needs explanation. This is also the season of children. No, not spring, rebirth and life, etc., but school groups. Yes, kind of like lambs. The combination of professional lobbyists, wide-eyed volunteer advocates, and scampering, yet wayward eighth graders, makes navigating our quaint cafeterias murderous. Wait. No. Navigating our quaint cafeterias with such a...zoo...creates the throbbing impulse for murder. It's about this time of year that one of us makes the adventure downstairs or across to Longworth before the others and then comes back with a shelled shock look and stringcheese, or bag of chips, because upon entering and viewing nothing but a sea of bodies flowing back and forth like kelp in the cafeteria you run to the vending machine and PRAY that the Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips haven't been taken by the previous staffer who saw the same Sargasso Sea but moments before.

But, this is also the time that when you DO happen to find a wonderful morsel (today's was the chocolate, berry and arugala salad in Rayburn) and a short line you have to eat and run - this does not mean a quick sit and then jaunt back to the office, this is actually eating WHILE running. Undignfied, yes, but so is completely losing your patience when the advocate from the Unified Northwest Diaper Industry Employees, Local 123 goes off on the use of E-Verify for ensuring the use of skilled, legal labor, while telling you that your boss doesn't do enough to secure the borders and protecting their jobs for 'Mericans. Food is a good thing.

So we persist. I mean we persevere. We find a way to get through to the end of one day, write our memos and then onto another one. My morning strategy to find this path has become very simple; Gain conscienceness at 6:51am - hit snooze. At 7am, listen to the headlines on WAMU, and then get up and jump on the rollers for 30 minutes while I watch Matt Lauer scare the living daylights out of me with what I shouldn't eat, shouldn't drive, and where I shouldn't vacation. Then shower, grab a Slimfast and then out the door.

More children, more crazy, and hopefully an opportunity to leave a tiny thumbprint on this town.

More soon, I promise.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

More of My Wanderings!

In some of the 20% of my time that isn't work, I've decided to blog again. This blog hopes to serve as view into my life for those closest to me who are oh, so far away. This blog hopes to serve as a line of communication to those who I wish I could talk to more and share my experiences or my thoughts. And, this blog hopes to serve as a surface to receive those odd thoughts or creative jaunts I undertake from time to time. I will always (try) to be poignant, concise, accurate in spelling and grammar, and ha ha, humorous.

I chose the title "PDXpat" to show my intermittent longing to be back in my hometown of Portland, Oregon. From a far the last 9 years I have watched Portland grow and take shape, even getting to play a small part in it, and it is my goal to bring my experiences home to help weave the fabric of policy, culture and what is "Portland" into a city that serves its people and can create educational, cultural, and economical opportunities. . . I just haven't found the right circumstances that would allow me to repatriate back to the motherland.

Sometimes this blog will catalog my adventures with LUE-B, my bicycle. LUE-B stands for "liberal urban elite bicycle." Because Ben has taught me how to use the live blogging ability of my iPhone, I will be able to tell of the pounds and pounds I have been able to lay upon the racks of my single speed - either groceries, or JCrew bags.

Admittedly, it's an exciting time to be in Washington, and I hope that the cynical nature that has a tendency to creep into our souls does not cloud my excitement or betray my sense of honor to work in this town and in this institution. It's creepy sometimes to read the news and know first hand (or first and one-half hands) why, how and what's next, and to walk in the hallways of this kind of power. I hope that I can impart the mood here, and the tenacity in which we go about our work, but I also hope that having this public record also discloses all (well, most) of the fun adventures my friends and this town can get me into.