I've internalized the All Cops Are Bastards (ACAB) meme/idea/motto
for some time.
Rodney King was a starting point way back in 1991, but I was still
very...white in my outlook. I wasn't on the side of the cops but
I was still on the fence about the protests and rioting afterwards.
My awareness of police violence against blacks and people of color
just kept growing. I would say that since 2001 I have not trusted
authority much.
Tamir Rice, Michael Brown, Eric Garner, Breonna Taylor, and George Floyd
are just the latest in a long line of Black people killed by the police.
The protests of the last few weeks just brought it home to almost
everyone. Even to my kids.
My spouse wanted me to be aware of my rhetoric and language around
the kids. Mostly to let them come up with their own thoughts
on it without me injecting to much of my dislike of the police.
We do talk about this with them but I am much more strident than
my spouse.
My spouse said that she knows that I am willing to judge people
on what they do and generally not make a generalization for an
entire class of people. They made me want to think about my
thoughts about police.
In a nutshell, I reframed it in my mind that it was the
institution more than the people. The institution made those
people bastards.
Several days ago, just a few days after I did my bit of
self-reflection, someone created some images that capture
my framing almost perfectly.
Yesterday was a day.
Both kids, now teens, were in a bit of a fuck. Our
youngest in a mood that we don't usually see. I hope
we can help them sort that out.
The oldest, just getting hit hard with teenagerness.
They haven't ever really enjoyed school. Almost resent it
even. However, the pandemic elearning at home mode isn't
helping things. Even with a spouse that used to be a teacher
isn't helping. So, we are doing the best we can and hope
to just get through the next 2 weeks.
I rushed the start of a preferment 2 days ago for some bread for last
night's dinner. I also cooked down some vegetables in preparation
for making meatloaf.
After my spouse got back from the weekly grocery store run I had
the bread I needed to make the panade for the meatloaf. I mixed
everything together for it over my lunch time. When all was
finished I ended up with 6 pounds 10 ounces of meatloaf mix. It
got to hang out in the fridge until I was ready to bake it.
Speaking of baking, that preferment was mixed into the final
dough and rested over night. Then yesterday I pulled it out
around noon and shaped at about my 3pm break. Then baked
just before dinner. No fun to time the baking of the bread
at 500F (I should have dropped it to 450F after I put it
in and steamed it) and also bake the meatloaf at 350F.
So, the 3 one pound blobs of meatloaf got some time at 500F
and then dropped to 350F.
The bread didn't get much of an oven spring and had a really
overdeveloped crust, for me, and I like a good crust. It
was still tasty. I sort of knew that this was likely to
happen. In the end, it doesn't matter because home made
bread is usually better than grocery store bread.
We have been watching Agent Carter. My spouse and I really
enjoyed it when it came out. We still enjoying it with
our kids. I think I dig the spy nature of it and my spouse
likes the period piece setting of it. It really deserved
another season or two. The kids are really swept up in
who the story just twists and turns and reveals the various
conspiracy threads.
I wish we had started a few weeks ago so it would have integrated
better with our watching of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. I still
think the kids will pick up the crossover in content that
happened.
I also did a little prep for tonight's gaming session. I still
have more to do but that is task for..well today.
— micha BLM (@furbyrose) 12:28 PM, Jun 4, 2020