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Rachel Mills


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Gender: Female
Status: Married
Age: 34
Sign: Capricorn

City: Landover
State: Maryland
Country: US
Signup Date: 2/6/2006

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Monday, June 09, 2008 

So traffic is bad.  Things are expensive.  Too many cops and cameras, ladedah but DC has these delightful little enclaves of Libertopia.  Various liberty-themed conventions, happy hours, meetings...  All populated with libertarians who are Doing Stuff.  Its great.  (but I imagine that is not unique anymore with all the many RP meetups that have coagulated around the country...)

So at the FFF conference this weekend, where I met many delightful people, I was sitting across the table from Lew Rockwell at lunch.  He was wearing a Mises Institute lapel pin and I was coveting it.  I asked him if they sold those on the website.  He said yes and would I like one.  I said I would love one and before I could get out "I'll have to order one"  he was taking his off and handing it to me.  As the brits say, I was gobsmacked.  Lew Rockwell's very own Mises pin???  How cool is that?  Must have lapel pins on Capitol Hill.  All the rage.  Now I have the coolest.

Then Mike says to Lew "Hey, I like your tie..."  lol   That didn't work.  :) 

Saturday, June 07, 2008 
we came to DC.  Justin Raimondo, Lew Rockwell, Stephen Kinzer, all in the same room, with cocktails, and us.
Thursday, May 29, 2008 

The Big Bad Wolf Project LIVES!

I have solved the puzzle, and am uploading the BBWP in segments right now.  The first one is here:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fq0FSwtHT8c  From there the other 8 or so segments will eventually follow.

The description:

Ewe will be scared!

This is a Mockumentary that me and my friends from Inspiration Theater did in 2001. It is loosely based on The Blair Witch Project and the plays that we did in our troupe, which were a twisted amalgamation of fairytales, fables and nursery rhymes. What was Inspiration Theater? Glad you asked. It was a 501c3 non-profit comedy troupe that performed comedy in hospitals and nursing homes. It was both an outlet for our creative energies and an outreach of cheer and love for some places that desperately needed a smile. Duke Children's Hospital was one of our favorite venues. Our actors were all volunteer, employed in various professions, that played with us as a form of community service. Inspiration Theater was magic. We had so much fun. We've long since gone our separate ways, so watching this again has been nostalgic for me.

Why did we do this, you may ask. The answer: I don't know. Because we felt like it. This was our crazy idea of fun. This project was perhaps prescient of Youtube, as it predated it, but is so appropriate for it.

No, we weren't really in film school. Leah and I play characters loosely based on ourselves.

In this first installment, meet Bo Peep and the Baker.

Sunday, May 18, 2008 

Years ago my friends and I made a spoofy film about some documentary film students who got lost in the woods (of Fairyand) trying to help Little Bo Peep find her sheep.  (We strongly suspected the Big Bad Wolf)

The footage has been lost, or rather become nearly obsolete (on VHS) and I am determined to get it converted to DVD, then to Youtube.  I've been begging our camera guy to do this for ages.  I was told after the New Year it would happen.  But one just has to take matters into their own hands sometimes.  I'm going to send a tape off to a service that will send me back a DVD.  And then all our glorious work can be shared with the world.  The world!

It was all so very funny at the time.  Now... well, we'll just have to see.

Friday, April 25, 2008 

Had a good day at work.  :)  It's been a good week on the whole.  I've been able to do some volunteer work for the campaign that has been very rewarding.  :)  That makes me happy.

So I got home, the weather was nice.  I wanted my birds to have some seeds out in the morning so they will continue to party in my backyard.  Appetizers are essential for a good party.  And I'm feeling frolicky.  So I'm running to the car to get the birdseed out of the trunk and I hit the gravel at a wierd angle and down I go.  Bloody knee, twisted ankle, and I just sit there in pain for a few minutes.  When I get back in the house, with Mike's help, my hands are cut up too.  Wow.  I just bust out laughing remembering when I was a kid and on more than one occasion this very thing would happen and I would be accused of trying to swim in the parking lot.  I'm a 30+ yr old woman and still falling down and going boom.  Anyway, I'm OK.  Nothing broken, preventing me from walking, or necessitating an ER visit.  Just laughing at myself.  My BFF Leah, who teaches ballroom fulltime now, would say its cause I'm a dancer that I trip over myself like that.

I did video on Big Words that I posted on Clipser if you want to take a peak.  I will keep the "aside" but the rest I will reshoot before going on Youtube.  Over on Clipser I get mad views, but never any comments...  It kinda bums me out.  Makes me think I get clicks for clipser dollars but no one is ever really sticking around to watch...  eh. But on the other hand, there are plenty of videos over there that get MUCH fewer views than me.  It's almost like I'm the niche girl that DOESN'T take her clothes off, therefore they watch.  Dunno.  Anyway, my big words video will be reshot and on Youtube soon.  Special preview on Clipser.

Sunday, April 20, 2008 

Yay.  We finally got our night out swing dancing.  :)  There was an amateur dance contest and we WON!  :)  Yay.  It was awesome.  Let's see... how can I phrase this so as to make my co-workers nervous for a split second?  ;)

I think I might do a Youtube on social swing dance etiquette.  Not as a critique of anyone, just to encourage any noobs to get out there and learn.  It always helps if you have a few pointers on culture and practices.  Might help you feel more comfortable at first...  Plus its a topic I'm keenly interested in.

Mike finally broke down and went to the eye doctor to find out how bad his eyes are.  The resulting glasses are coke-bottle thick.  Poor guy.  But he's so excited to be able to SEE things.  He's also feeling much better after his surgical adventures.  It's weird they poked holes in him, inflated him, stuck a camera inside him and yanked out an organ.  But he's all better.

We've been enjoying better weather here.  We have nice grass at the house and got an old-fashioned mechanical mower to cut it.  It's great fun.  In kind of a Tom Sawyer way.  (ooh ooh, let me try!)  Cheaper upfront and we'll never buy gas for it.  And we got a charcoal grill and had some steaks the other night.  Better than anything you get at a restaurant.  I have a supersecret steak marinade that is to die for.

We saw Smart People on Friday.  We both liked it.  Interesting commentary on being so wrapped up in your own self-importance that you can't have fun or relate to other people. 

Sunday, March 30, 2008 

Recently a morbidly obese woman fell on her 2 year old nephew and killed him.  At 800 some pounds she was confined to her home and could barely walk, let alone control a fall onto the child whose skull she crushed.  The police had to come to her bedroom to charge her with murder, but she is already in a prison.

 

It seems there are more and more examples of what used to be shocking Discovery Channel fodder: people who are so morbidly obese they are bedridden.  They can do nothing for themselves.  They can’t walk, let alone get to the bathroom.  I know of no job you can hold in that condition, so I can only assume they are not bringing in income with which to pay a caregiver.  So someone in their life is enabling them to be that way.  Someone is bringing them food, otherwise instead of being so fat they can’t move, they would starve.  Even if they ordered out for pizza, someone has to walk to the door, get it, pay for it, and serve them.

 

Their entire existence is based on massive consumption.  No productivity, just chronic destructive consumption that will lead, in most cases, to their ultimate demise. 

 

It reminds me a little bit of our economy.  In a way, our expanding waistlines, our whining about body acceptance and moaning about the various ailments that accompany extravagant consumption, are interesting by-products of our over-consumption. 

 

We live in a consumption based or service economy, as opposed to a manufacturing or production based economy now.  We have lost a ton of factory jobs in recent memory, due to profit-killing regulatory burdens here and/or cheaper, easier labor environments overseas.  We now paint eachother’s nails and buy cheap things at WalMart that are made in Asia.  Actually most of my manicurists seem to be Asian as well.  So what is it that we do, exactly?  Shuffle around TPS reports, flip burgers, scratch each other’s backs… or something.  But its not manufacturing or making anything, really.  Except maybe software or weaponry stuff.  Jobs you need a Master’s or better to get.  No, we’re more and more made up of services.  Many analysts think an economy based solely on spending money is just as valid an economy as any.  The government affirms this by sending checks to spur our consumption when market indicators hint that we might be trying to get out of bed, erm, debt.  A consumer bail-out, of sorts.

 

But is it really just as valid?  Would the world economy really collapse if we stopped consuming?  What about the caregiver to the morbidly obese person?  When the patient dies, does that caregiver now starve because they’ve lost their job - feeding an unproductive person to death, at their own expense?  No, they are now free to seek more productive things to do with that time.  It will be the same with the global economy when US consumers stop their gluttony.  We will stop being a type of broken window.  The question is – will we stop overconsuming because we found the willpower to change to a healthier lifestyle, one of production and saving, and not beating up on our businesses with overburdensome, job-killing regulation, or will we just die of massive coronary thrombosis?  In other words, complete economic collapse.

 

Our debt is like 1,000 pounds of flesh imprisoning us in our own body.  Its no sin to borrow and have debt, per se.  But it is one thing to borrow investment capital to build a factory.  Quite another to ship that factory off to some other economy, and keep borrowing so that we can have a big screen TV instead. 

 

Consider David Meza, whose story is not uncommon:

 

"David Meza, of Beaverton, Ore., is struggling to escape that trend. Meza, 47, worked 14 years assembling heavy-duty trucks for the Freightliner truck company. But when most of the production operations were moved to Mexico, he was laid off in March 2007."  Quoted from here

 

Now, I’m not saying American workers are lazy – no, we work our butts off.  There are thousands of David Mesas who would love to still be working, but sadly he is now an economic muscle that will atrophy from disuse.  Our economy on the whole has stopped producing hard goods.  We import everything, and we basically export dollars and weapons now.  And you wonder why our military industrial complex rules the world and why the constant saber rattling.  Sure we could talk and negotiate for peace.  But war is so much more expensive.  I digress. 

 

We consume massive amounts of STUFF and don’t make anything anymore.  We have to pay for all of this STUFF with value, not just money.  Money, you can print all day long, and it will continue to buy more stuff for awhile, but soon China will realize the position they are in when they keep buying our securities and sending goods.  They are bringing us buckets and buckets of fried chicken and getting nothing in return.  Nothing but promises that someday we’ll get out of bed, walk again, get a job and pay them back.  We keep promising.  Will they keep believing?

 

Oh, and here’s a man who has actually lost 500 pounds and might break the overconsumption model the not-6-foot-under way.  He lives in Mexico.

Saturday, March 29, 2008 

Ok, so in the midst of all this tumult with the house, Mike starts having stomach issues.  We think at first its from the stress, then maybe an ulcer, and finally he went to the hospital to get checked out.

He had laproscopic surgery this afternoon to remove his gall bladder.  The doctor said it looked pretty bad.  Yikes.  And to think he had a similar episode a couple years ago, went to Duke and they missed it.  They diagnosed him with gastritis, basically did nothing for him, sent him home.  !!!!!

He’s been pretty out of it and miserable.  Poor guy.  But I hope I can bring him home tomorrow.

I’ve been busily trying to put our house back together.  The guys moved all our stuff back in and neither of us were here to tell what goes where, so I have boxes of kitchen stuff in the upstairs bathroom, boxes of clothes in the kitchen, stuff like that.  It’s painstaking.  I’ve spent hours just moving objects from one room to another.  Most of the furniture is in the right place, but not all.  At least I’ve found sheets, pillows, towels, reconfigured the TV and satellite service, stuff so he’ll be comfortable when he gets home.  But everything is in pretty random places and very few boxes are labelled, or are mislabelled from the first move.

The landlord seems to have no concept at all that this was inconvenient for us.  That’s frustrating. 

OK, Lord.  What next?

Wednesday, March 26, 2008 

So the icing on the cake this morning is...

While at our extended stay hotel (from being moved out of our rental so the landlord can get the house inspected for its final CO) Mike’s car gets broken into.  Joy.

You can imagine the items a Ron Paul Republican might own and carry in his car while he is homeless.  Luckily nothing was really taken that we can determine.  They didn’t get in the trunk.  They didn’t even take the GPS on the dash.  But he will have a very drafty ride to work and lots of broken glass on the passenger side seat to avoid.

That phone call from the front desk will jar you awake and into a state of sheer panic in a matter of seconds.  But the worst didn’t happen, just a broken window.  So, yay for those enterprising (non) theives.  They must be enrolled in a government economics course and want to stimulate the economy.

Welcome to Maryland....  ever feel like the universe is trying to tell you something?

Friday, March 21, 2008 

OK, we’ve been in DC awhile.  It’s exhausing to get anywhere, but that’s why we live spitting distance from the Metro.  And there is a dance on Friday that is spitting distance from another Metro. 


Ya can’t just live in the city and not enjoy it.  DC has a GREAT swing dance scene.  No more excuses.  This Friday its time for us to get our West Coast on.  If ya don’t know how fun and sexy West Coast Swing can be....  take a look (the real magic begins at minute 2:00)