The Power Of A Penny
Oh the power of a penny. Actually, in this case a woman's power was cut off when per payment to the power company was short one cent. After going to the power company to pay the penny, the woman's power was turned back on - seven hours after she was blacked out. How much is a penny worth? In this case, seven hours of power outage and immeasurable amount of agony. Poor woman.
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/news/archive/2006/05/16/national/a061601D50.DTL

Recognizing Grandmothers on Mother's Day
Over Mother's Day weekend, I had the joy of watching one of the most heartfelt movies I've ever watched. This is a Korean film called "The Way Home (Jibeuro)". A brief synopsis on the film: Sang-Woo, a spoiled little South Korean boy, is spending the summer with his mute grandmother who lives up in the mountains. Over the course of the summer, Sang-Woo gets used to his grandmother, whom he used to make fun of, calling her a "retard." He also gets used to the simpler ways of life in the country and learns the importance of love and respect for one's family and elders.

This movie made me laugh and it made me cry. It's cute and it's touching. The best family comedy I've seen. Best of all, I happened to have watched it on Mother's Day. In no way was this planned. The movie was recommended to me based on the fact that I like foreign films. In a bizarre coincidence this all happened around Mother's Day, a day for us to celebrate not only our mothers, but also our grandmothers. As I watched this film, I remembered my grandmother and how she cared for me in my childhood years.

If you want to watch a funny and warm movie, go for "The Way Home". No matter what age, gender, or nationality you are, I promise you will love it. It's in Korean with English subtitles. But since one of the two main characters is mute, there is not much dialogue to scramble to read. If you have children, I highly recommend watching it with them. They can surely benefit from it also.

The California High School Exit Exam
I am amazed by all the recent oppositions to the California High School Exit Exam (CAHSEE). Today, an Alameda County judge threatens to rule the exam to be unfair and strike down its implementation (http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2006/05/09/MNGSVIO7NI1.DTL).

The two strongest arguments against the exam I've heard so far are (1) it deprives a diploma to students taught by substandard teachers/school systems and (2) it discriminates against English-learners who do not have enough command of the English language to perform competently on the exam. (For information on the CAHSEE, click on here)

An attorney who brought on the lawsuit challenging the exam said, "There is overwhelming evidence that students throughout the state have not been taught the material on the test. And many students have been taught by teachers not credentialed in math and English." From this argument, we can see that the problem lies not in the exam itself but in the substandard education some students in this state are receiving. The exam tests students on 7th to 10th grade-level English and math skills. If our 12th graders cannot pass an exam that tests them on things they should have already been taught, then something is wrong with our education system. Given this, energy should be put on ways to improve our schools, not on the alarm-sounding exam itself. The exam is a good wake up call for us to step up our education standards. Perhaps hire better qualified teachers? Impose higher quality curriculums? Shunning an exam that tells us our students are not properly taught is not a fix to our problem. It's an avoidance of our problem.

I rarely agree with the Governator but here I have to agree with him. The Governator said he was "disappointed" at the tentative ruling and said that "delaying the exam's implementation does a disservice to our children by depriving us of the best tool we have to make sure schools are performing as they should be."

As to the argument that the English-based exam discriminates against English-learners, my counterargument is that this is, after all, America. The primary language used here is English. One should have a basic level of English proficiency to succeed in this society. The CAHSEE is not asking for Shakespearian literacy in our students. It asks only for a 7th to 10th grade level of proficiency in reading and writing, a bare minimum of prerequisite for the next levels of challenges our high school students are bound to face, first from college-level courses and then from the dog-eat-dog world of employment. If they can't pass the CAHSEE, then frankly I'm not sure if they are ready for the "real world". And to further support the CAHSEE, it recommends procedures for English-learners to take to acquire enough skills to pass the exam and to ultimately attain the diploma.

True the CAHSEE is still new (it was first used in 2004) and its effectiveness is still being tested. But I do not agree with these two primary arguments being used against it.

The Moussaoui Verdict
Zacarias Moussaoui, who admitted to conspiring on the September 11 attacks, is sentenced to life in prison without possibility of parole. The jury chose this in lieu of the death penalty, which supposedly would cost the US more money to execute than the life prison term. Here I still don't understand how a one-time execution costs more than years of food and life support.

Anyhow, when asked "Did the jury get it right?", no one said it better than A. Wright of Redwood City. "There was no 'right' to be had. If they chose death he became a martyr, achieved his goal and we became guilty of the same crime he attempted: murder. By choosing life they have demonstrated that you can come to our country, conspire to kill thousands and in exchange we will commit to paying thousands of dollars to house you for the rest of your life in better conditions than you faced before you came here." (SF Chronicle Two Cents)

I can't agree with this comment more. Moussaoui won in all directions.

How Appropriate?
The judge presiding over the Da Vinci Code plagiarizing case had embedded a puzzle of his own creation into his ruling of the case. The judge spent 40 minutes to create the puzzle utilizing the Fibonacci sequence and another 40 minutes to embed it into his ruling using randomly placed italicized letters. A lawyer not involved in the case noticed the puzzle while studying the ruling and solved it in a day. But this came nearly a month after the ruling was originally handed down. How appropriate it was to have such a good-humored judge preside over such a case. Here's a link to the article.

http://today.reuters.com/news/articlenews.aspx?type=oddlyEnoughNews&storyid=2006-04-28T133451Z_01_L28316444_RTRUKOC_0_US-DAVINCI.xml

The Da Vinci Code Quest
For all you Da Vinci Code fans like myself, Sony Pictures and Google are hosting a game online to test your intellect, skills, and perseverance. I am a big fan of the book and eagerly await the movie’s release on May 19th. From now until then, I am participating in this online challenge. Skeptical as I am of my skills and intellect, I will persevere. If you think you have what it takes to crack the code or if you simply want to partake in the fun, visit http://flash.sonypictures.com/movies/davincicodequest/

6.5 Billion & Counting
A lot of babies have been born lately. Sure many babies are born in the world everyday, but here I'm talking about babies born within my immediate circle. In the last two months, a small bundle of joy had been born each to my sister-in-law, a friend, a coworker, and a cousin. That's four in two months. A fifth and a sixth are arriving soon as another friend and another coworker are pregnant. Talk about population growth! According to the United States Census Bureau, the earth's population hit 6.5 billion on February 25, 2006. Three of the four babies I mentioned above were born before that date, thereby contributing to that number. The other one is contributing to the estimated 6.8 billion by 2010. Cheers to all these little ones-in-a-billion! Ones-in-6.5billion-and-counting actually.

To top this off, even my boyfriend's two guppies gave birth to three baby guppies this past weekend. Babies everywhere! Even in the fish tank!

Here is my result from the How Evil Are You test Bpsnake directed us to. Beware...I am "the most dangerous kind of evil". :P

You Are 30% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

Geez, I haven't logged on to this site so long that I even forgot my login.

Have a little time free at work today so decided to read Wanwanha's stories of her trip to Switzerland. Of course now I want to go too. I always have a big travel bug in me and reading about other people's travels stirs it up big time.

My next destination is to travel to Vietnam, the country where I was born. Ever since immigrating to the US with my family at the age of 4, I have never gone back to Vietnam. Since I left at such a young age, I do not remember anything about the place. Furthermore, I don't even speak the language or know the relatives who still live there. My parents are planning a trip back "home" this October to take care of some business. This would be a good opportunity for me to tag along and take advantage of their company. For starters, they can help me commmunicate with the locals. Secondly, they can reintroduce me to the relatives I no longer remember. Their help in those two areas would definitely make the trip more enriching.

Although I am looking forward to this trip, at the same time I am also a little apprehensive about it. Vietnam's climate is very hot and humid. Having grown up in the Bay Area, I am used to dry and pleasant weather and thus do not handle humidity well. Fortunately I've always preferred warmer weather over colder weather, therefore the warmness may not be an issue. It's the stickiness of humidity I fear. Second, I do not like dirty areas/situations. With Vietnam still being a developing country, I predict I may have some sanitation problems to deal with, either with the environment, the practices of the people, and/or the food.

Having said this however, I pro of this trip (refamiliarizing myself with the place where I was born) still outways the cons (temporary humidity and insanitation). With a little preparation (mainly mental) I should be able to tackle those two "obstacles". I really look forward to this trip.

I tried the link that Wanwanha provided to see which American city best fits me. I would have never imagined the result. Here it is:

American Cities That Best Fit You:

70% Austin

65% Atlanta

65% Honolulu

60% San Diego

55% Denver

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

The top city that best fits me is one I have never been to, Austin. I have no idea what that city is like. Maybe I should pay Austin a visit to see if I truly will like it as this test reveals. I do agree with one of the cities, however, and that's San Diego.

I had just gone to San Diego for the first time last weekend. I really enjoyed the atmosphere in San Diego. It is warm and relaxed. With its beautiful beaches, pleasant weather, charming neighborhoods, polite people, cultural diversity, and abundance of activities, San Diego should be a comfortable place to live in. Although I like San Francisco a lot, I really wouldn't mind living in San Diego for a change.

Sorry I never got around to finishing up my tattoo story. Will try to get back to it if I can. But I think I'm just gonna move on to other topics for now.

I Got My Tattoo - Ep I

I finally did it. I finally got my tattoo. After three years of talk, I finally put some solid action to my words. Those who know the story know that the original inspiration which prompted me to want a tattoo happened one night about 3 years ago when I saw a bright, clear, beautiful crescent moon caressing a lone star in the sky. That spectacular sight inspired me to tattoo the scene onto my body. But due to various reasons, there had only been talk of the subject and no real action. Granted I did research the facts relating to tattoos (the procedure, the care, the possible dangers, etc) and I did look around for specific designs, nothing substantial happened for 3 years.

Finally this year, as time drew closer and closer to my 30th birthday, I finally told myself that this state of NATO (no action, talk only) cannot drag on any longer. Either I do it this year or never talk about it ever again. I basically told myself to do it or shut up about it. And so I did it. The ultimatum I gave myself worked.

As I credit my ultimatum for giving me the final push, I also want to credit my friend for agreeing to get a tattoo along with me. I never knew she too had been thinking about this. So that we can urge each other on, we decided we’ll get it together. A “pact” was formed.

With the “pact” in place, I renewed my research into the subject. Once again I looked online for designs. This time I actually found a few that struck my fancy. Whereas in the past everything I saw were good but not good enough. I guess with my determination, everything just came together better.

I also asked around for recommendations on good and, more importantly, clean tattoo shops. I was recommended a place on Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley. Two weeks ago, my friend and I walked right into that shop ready to do it right there and then. However, that place was really busy. So we made appointments to come back the next week.

While we were in Berkeley, we moseyed into other tattoo shops along Telegraph to see what kind of designs the other shops have to offer. That was when I found THE design that I wanted. I took a picture of it with my handy-dandy little digital camera so that I can show the tattoo artist at my appointment next week. Then as we walked pass a corner flower shop, I saw some orchids that were dyed a beautiful indigo and blue palette. I’d never seen orchids in that color scheme before. It was just striking. From that, I decided I wanted my tattoo to be in that color scheme – blue/indigo.

At that point, I had everything in line - the design, the color, the appointment. I was all ready to get my tattoo! My friend was ready also. She too found the design and color she wanted. And since we made the same appointment to get it done on the same day, we were both ready for our tattoos! We both went home that day excited about the appointment next week.

To be continued…(aka I better get back to work.)

My grandmother passed away over the weekend. She was 96 years old. This was the grandmother who raised me when I was little as my parents were always busy working. She made breakfast for me and my brothers every morning before school. She made us snacks when we came home after school. She took me to the park. She favored me and sided with me every time I argued with my brothers. She slept in the same room with me all through my childhood and because of that, she was the one I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom with me as I was scared of the long dark hallway. Needless to say, I am saddened by her departure. But as sad as my family and I are about losing her, we also feel it is a relief for her. She had led a pretty harsh life. It just might be a good thing for her to move on to a better place.

My grandmother led a hardworking life from childhood up through her middle age. Her family was poor. She started working in the plantations at a very early age. Things didn’t improve much after she married my grandfather because he too was poor. They worked really hard to sustain life for the large family they made. My grandfather had two wives and together they had eight children. That was a lot of mouths to feed. One might think that my grandmother’s burden would have been eased from the help she should have gotten from my grandfather’s other wife. That wasn’t the case. My other grandmother was weak in a lot of ways – health, strength, personality. My grandmother had to care for her as if she was another dependent. To this day I’m still not clear whether my grandmother held any grudges towards her husband’s other wife. Back then in the villages, it was common for a man to have multiple wives. But still, it must not have been a happy affair for a woman to have to share her husband. For sure I know my elder uncles did not, and to this day still do not, like their stepmother nor their half-siblings. They shunned her for being a mistress and discriminated against their half-siblings as being “wild kids”, as illegitimate. Unlike her older brothers, my mother has a bigger heart. She respected her stepmother as she did her birth mother and treated her half-siblings as if they were from the same mother. I commend my mother for that.

Back to my grandmother who had led a hardworking life up until her middle age. As my grandfather’s health started to decline, my grandmother bore most of the burden of keeping the family together. The family’s economic condition started improving after my mother got married. My parents started to own businesses and money was starting to be less of a problem. Thus my grandmother was finally able to relax her responsibilities. Life was finally getting better, or at least easier, for her. From there she was able to live a calmer life of babysitting her grandchildren while her children worked to support the family.

Here I’m missing some pieces of the puzzle. I don’t know what my mother’s older brothers did in terms of helping the family. It seems to me they didn’t do anything besides holding grudges against their stepmother and half-siblings. My mother pretty much took over the burden from my grandmother when it came to supporting the family. My mother also had an older sister, but she married off to another village really early so she was no help.

Eventually my grandfather died and my grandmother went on to live with our family instead of with my uncles’ or aunts’. She looked after me and my brothers as my parents ran their businesses. When my family immigrated to America, my grandmother came with us. My brothers and I were very young then, ages 4 to 12. Being new immigrants, my parents had to work very hard to put food on the table. My grandmother was great help to them as far as taking care of us kids while they worked all day. As such, my grandmother played a big role in our family as we were growing up. And we loved and respected her very much for that.

About 10 years ago, my mother’s second brother immigrated to America as well. At that time my grandmother’s health was starting to decline. She especially started to lose her mobility. She could no longer walk and needed to be transported everywhere with a wheelchair. Even the simple act of going to the bathroom was a problem. As such, she needed a lot of care and attention on a daily basis. Since my parents had to run the family restaurant and my brothers and I either had to work or go to school, we couldn’t give her the kind of attention she needed. Therefore it was fortunate that my uncle came to America because he then took over the task of taking care of my grandmother. At first my uncle lived with us at our home and cared for my grandmother there. Then a couple of years later he and my grandmother moved into an apartment closer to downtown where it was more convenient for him to take care of her. From then on, my grandmother was under my uncle’s care at his apartment. Once in awhile we visited them and once in awhile my uncle would take my grandmother, in her wheelchair, to “walks” as far as to our restaurant as a small little field trip.

Then a few years ago, my grandmother had a stroke which rendered her bedridden ever since. She could not even sit in a wheelchair. Therefore in the last few years she was always in her bed. With her poor vision, poor hearing, and poor memory, she pretty much didn’t know what was going on around her. She couldn’t recognize us when we visited. She probably couldn’t even feel her own existence. But she hung on. My grandmother was a strong woman. From her early years of working hard to take care of her family to her latter years of fighting to keep her life, my grandmother was a strong and amazing lady. Her strength, her will, her capabilities, none of these can be slighted.

Then last Tuesday, May 3, 2005, my grandmother suddenly coughed like mad. We sent her to the hospital. The doctors told us she had some internal bleeding in her lungs. She was in critical care for two days and then she was transferred back to a regular room after her condition stabilized. I visited her as often as I could while she was there. Then on Saturday, May 7, 2005, her kidneys failed. Shortly after that, she stopped breathing and passed away peacefully in her sleep. My brother and my uncle were there with her when she passed. My mother had just stepped away from the hospital to drive a visiting relative home when it happened. Therefore she wasn’t able to be at my grandmother’s side at the moment of her passing. I myself also wasn’t there at that moment. To be honest, none of us expected her to leave so suddenly. We all thought she could overcome this episode. When I visited her on Friday evening, I had asked the nurse on duty for her assessment of my grandmother’s situation. The nurse told me that she looked pretty stable and that after a few more days of monitoring, she may be able to go home. And that’s exactly what we all thought – that she might be able to overcome this one and go home in a few days. She had always been able to “go home in a few days”. Why shouldn’t she this time? Banking on that, I had planned to visit my grandmother later in the evening on Saturday so that I could do some stuff in the earlier part of the day. Unfortunately, I missed the chance to see her one more time before she left. It was more unfortunate for my mother though. She was there all morning and had just stepped out for about an hour and still she missed her mother’s last moment.

I’m sure my grandmother fought very hard this time around just like she always did in the past. It may just probably be the time for her to let go and free herself. She should be at a better place now, a place where she can have peace and comfort to rest her tired, overworked soul.

She will be missed.

I had a very eventful week last week. Went to many places. Did many things. It was fun while it lasted. But like always, all fun eventually comes to a stop. Reality always finds its way back in to ruin things. This time was no exception. The fun ended and reality is kicking in.

It’s so ironic that sometimes the more fun you have, the more consequences you have to suffer later. Does this take away from the initial enjoyment? I don’t know. Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn’t. If only fun and enjoyment can come with absolutely no strings attached. But we all know that’s not possible.

An interesting question was posed to me while I was in London. First allow me to list the facts involved.

(1) The normal liquor license in London (or maybe in England as a whole) allows pubs to sell alcohol until 11pm. With a 15-minute allowance to wrap up all drinking, pubs usually kick customers out by 11:15pm.

(2) Certain clubs and/or restaurants have extended liquor licenses allowing them to serve alcohol later into the night, till as late as 2am.

(3) Because of items 1 and 2, there has been a long standing problem in London where people kicked out of pubs at 11:15pm migrate over to clubs with extended licenses in attempt to continue drinking. But seeing that most of these people are already half drunk or have had enough to drink for the night, bouncers at the clubs deny them entrance. With both sides persisting on their stands, fights often break out between the two groups.

The question posed to me during a casual conversation at a pub was, “If London extends drinking hours to 2am for all pubs to match up with the clubs, do you think that would alleviate the problem with fights between club bouncers and pub-to-club hoppers?”

I was asked this question because the person knew I was from San Francisco where drinking hours end at 2am uniformly for all establishments. He wanted to know if doing what we do here in SF would help them with the problem of fights they have there. My answer was no, it wouldn’t help their problem. It would only create other problems instead. Everywhere there is drinking, there are problems. For us, the problem is at 2am when the streets are filled with drunks who are at least loud and raucous if not fighting or driving. The threats of these problems are as troublesome, if not worse, than the problem London currently faces. Also, with their culture of hitting pubs earlier in the evening than we do, extending the drinking hours will only increase the amount of alcohol they will consume in one evening. That just creates drunker people on their streets by the time the pubs close. I think I have some valid points here. Feel free to comment.

After quitting my last job and before starting at my new job, I went to London for a week. This was the first time I stepped foot into Europe. I’ve been to Canada, Mexico, and all around China, but never Europe. Wish I had the time and money to go to more European destinations, like Paris and Italy, but at least I got to go to London. It was a long overdue trip. I have a friend there and he’s been bugging me to visit him for two years. And finally I did.

Overall the trip was good. It wasn’t the best trip I’ve ever taken, but it was definitely worth my while. The history, the architecture, the culture were all new and/or different to me somehow. London is one of the oldest modern cities I’ve been to. At the same time that it is a modern metropolis with a bustling economy, it is also a city full of history. Everywhere you go you see old buildings still standing from eons ago. For me this was good because I enjoy looking at old architecture. London definitely has lots of that to offer. Westminster Abbey, for example, is one of the most beautiful churches I’ve ever seen. And with all the royal coronations done on location and with so many important figures buried or memorialized there, I would also call it powerful. Other than Westminster Abbey, I was also impressed by Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, and the London courthouse. London Bridge, on the other hand, was a disappointment. Having heard about the bridge so much and with the old nursery rhyme that pays tribute to it, I expected a beautifully designed bridge. To the contrary, it is the most boring of all bridges with no design aesthetics whatsoever.

The most beautiful area we visited was the city of Bath, which is two and a half hours west of London. On the last day of our trip, we joined a tour for a day-trip to Windsor Castle, Stonehenge, and Bath. The city of Bath was built around the hot springs that the Romans discovered in the area in 90AD. The Roman Baths occupied a huge area of the city. To the present day only a small portion of it has been dug up. The bulk of the area still lies underground yet to be unearthed. Anyhow, with a beautiful river running across town, a charming little bridge lined with shops, and the entire city built with one single façade of yellow brick houses, Bath looks absolutely gorgeous. It is as picturesque as any scene you find on jigsaw puzzles. I can imagine myself visiting Bath often for weekend trips if I were to live in London.

The one biggest problem I had on this trip was the weather. London is too darn cold!!! I don’t deal with cold weather too well. This has always been the case throughout my life. I don’t know why. Maybe my body just can’t generate enough heat to warm me up when the surrounding is cold. For me to be in London in early March was not the smartest idea. But when that’s the only time I can go, what can I do? Nothing really. So I roughed the cold. It wasn’t fun, but I survived. The way I consoled myself at the time was to constantly remind myself that at least it wasn’t snowing or raining like it did the week before my visit. That was a blessing I counted.

Another thing that posed as a little of a problem was the poor exchange rate we got for the dollar. The 2:1 (dollar to pound) ratio we got really deteriorated our buying power. All the numeric values posted in pounds in London looked the same as those in the US in dollars. BUT…we had to multiply all the pounds by two to get the equivalence in dollars. As a result, everything was essentially double the price as in the US. That really hurt. Given that, we didn’t spend much on this trip. Maybe I should rephrase that. We didn’t “buy” too much but we still spent a lot of money. How’s that for Econ 101?

A lot have changed since I last blogged. I no longer work at the TV station where I slaved for over six years. I am now working at a radio station as an operations assistant. This is the sister station to the station I’ve worked at part-time since college. Throughout my nine years as part-time board operator for the station, I built up a strong rapport with the company and its employees. They like my work ethics and I like the company’s stability. So when we mutually decided we needed each other’s help – they needed a new assistant and I needed a new job – both sides came together naturally.

I’ve now been here two weeks. The work is easy. Not to be bragging, but I’m a fast learner. They didn’t expect me to catch on so quickly. There’s still some stuff they haven’t transferred to me yet. Those seem to be the more complicated stuff. Can’t wait to take on those responsibilities too because there’s just not enough for me to do now. (Hence, the free time to blog again.) I rather have things to do instead of sitting around all day waiting for stuff to come my way. Another reason why I want more work is that I’m afraid upper management might think this newly created position is not so needed after all. They created this position with me in mind, thinking I will be of great help to the Director of Operations who has too much on his plate. Which he does. I’m amazed by how much he handles in a day and how he managed to get by without an assistant in the past. This year he was finally able to convince corporate headquarters that he needs a full-time assistant. Hence I’m on board. I just hope he can continue to convince them there’s enough work to justify keeping me full-time. But like I said, there’s still stuff waiting to be transferred to me. Hopefully once those get going all will be fine. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy my stress-less work days. Such a thing was nonexistent at my previous job.

I submitted a piece to the Sorry Everybody site, but I don't think they posted it. It was probably too hateful for their liking. Oh well. I had to do what I had to do...vent. I'll share it with you folks here when my internet connection at work works better. It's been flaky lately.

2 weeks ago (about a couple days after the election) my friend had told me about the Sorry Everybody site, which Bpsnake mentioned in his blog yesterday. At the time that my friend told me about it, there was only 1 page of photo submissions by visitors to the site. Now there are 543 pages and counting. Each page has multiple photos of people apologizing to the world for the state of our presidency, his incompetence and our failure to vote him off. These submissions do not just come from our fellow disgruntled citizens of the US Of A, but also from people of other countries sympathetic with our situation. This site really shows the extent of our people's hatred of Bush. Having said this, I am still at a shock that he actually won enough votes for a re-election. What happened? I still don't understand. Or maybe I just refuse to.

A commentary by Joan Ryan on today's SF Chronicle is really dead on about the presidential election. I would like to share it with everyone.


We Barely Recognize Each Other
By Joan Ryan

Like others in the Bay Area, I was huddled with friends around the television set Tuesday night, my son pressing a blue-donkey or red-elephant sticker on each state as the returns rolled in. As we held out hope for Ohio, one friend related a story that, in retrospect, helped me understand Bush's convincing victory as well as any I have heard.

A young man, my friend said, was walking door to door on her street a few weeks ago to raise money for the Kerry-Edwards ticket. When he knocked on the door of one house, the owner responded to the young man in a huff.

"I'm a Republican!'' she said. "Didn't you see my flag?''

That, in the end, is what it boiled down to.

Somehow, as Bush and his party cut taxes to the rich, sent young Americans to their deaths in a war based on untruths (and managed with stunning incompetence), reneged on its financial commitment to education, and plunged the nation into crushing debt, they became symbols of morality and patriotism. They sold themselves as the party of God and country, offering comfort to people who wouldn't need comforting if the Bush administration had not created the very problems for which it then offered spiritual refuge.

Give them credit. They are like PG&E nabbing the candle concession for a blackout the company caused itself.

It is a confounding time to live in a place like the Bay Area. Watching the returns Tuesday night, and listening to voters across the country, I saw that John Edwards was right about the two Americas. But the two Americas are not divided by money but by belief systems that have drifted so far apart we barely recognize each other anymore.

In exit polls Tuesday, morals topped the list of voter concerns, and an overwhelming majority believed Bush is more moral than Kerry. Thus the resounding victory for the incumbent.

Here in the Bay Area, we, too, place a high priority on values and morality. But clearly, many of us define morality differently from much of America. It is not about church membership. The evidence of morality is in one's actions, not one's Sunday-morning rituals. Morality means more than prayer and more than proclaiming a personal relationship with God.

It is social as well as religious. Is it moral to wage war on a country that did not attack us, and to wage it on false pretenses? Is it moral to stuff more money into the pockets of the wealthy while teachers buy their own crayons and patch their own classroom walls, and while people with mental illness live on the streets and in prison cells for lack of services?

Is it moral to deny two people the joy of committing their lives to one another in marriage? Is it moral to prevent scientists from pursuing cures to devastating diseases because of our leaders' personal religious convictions?

Our country has always included a mix of religious and political beliefs. But we shared a foundation of certain "truths to be self-evident'' that allowed us to meet on common ground. Today, I don't know. Our belief systems - - what is right and wrong, what is patriotic and what is not, what is truth and what is not -- are so different and so dramatically shape how we interpret news and information that we seem no longer to be living within the same culture.

I can't for the life of me, for instance, figure out how anyone could watch those three presidential debates and even entertain the thought that Bush is qualified to lead the free world.

I am puzzled, too, by the reaction to the bin Laden tape. When bin Laden showed up on a video just days before the election, I figured it would remind Americans that Bush had yet to capture the man responsible for the Sept. 11 attacks, that he got us sidetracked in Iraq, which had nothing to do with Sept. 11. Instead, the tape seemed to deepen many Americans' belief that ... what? Bush is doing such a good job on terrorism that we should renew his contract?

Some have suggested that the Democratic Party needs to reconnect with middle America and its values, that we should take a page from the Republican playbook and talk more about God and faith. Yes, the Democrats need to revamp their strategy. But I would hate to think we would try to win next time around by emulating politicians who get away with destructive and amoral acts by passing them off as directives from God.

Faith and flags won this election. But I haven't lost my belief in another f-word -- facts. They're bound to come back into fashion sooner or later.


E-mail Joan Ryan at joanryan@sfchronicle.com.

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