Sunday, July 4, 2010

Happy 4th!

Sorry for no updates yesterday, I am sure you were all waiting with baited breath.  I was at the convention center all day, with my laptop, but not internet.  We had intra-net, which means we could only access the official GA site.  Not blogger. Or Facebook.  I guess they want us to pay attention to the business of the General Assembly.  Go figure.  


LONG DAY ... got to the convention center at 10am, after breakfast, where I ran into two people from my home church in SoCal) and a quick trip to a nearby Target (two-stories!) to get some groceries for my room.  Took a free bus the 5 blocks to Target (my hotel and Target are both on Nicollet Mall, thankfully) and back, then took another free bus to the convention center to spare my legs.  Went to a presentation on the Marriage/Civil Union report coming to this Assembly.  Interesting presentation, until the Minority Report peeps shared their narrow views of marriage.  Then it was just annoying.


Had lunch with a commissioner introduced by a friend -- nice pastor from the Northwest. Told me about a More Light/Open and Affirming Church opening in Olympia, WA.  Hmmmm ........... ;-)  Then at 1:30pm we had our first plenary session with all of the commissioners.  Learned how to use our wireless voting gizmos, then voted on some boring stuff and heard some boring presentations from several boring groups who do not read my blog or even know I exist so I can call them all boring.


Our free group "dinner" consisted of some fancy appetizers, no main course, and no booze.  No booze? It was bad enough not to have an actual dinner, as advertised in my commissioner schedule.  But no booze?!?!  Look, everyone knows Presbyterians drink.  In fact at 11:30pm last night when we finally got back to my hotel, the bar was crammed with drinking Presbyterians.  And yes, I was one of them. Look, the line for the elevators was around the corner.  I couldn't stand that long, so I sat in a comfy chair that just happened to be in the bar area.  Then the nice server came by and asked me if I wanted a drink.  I couldn't be rude, could I?  So, to be polite, I ordered a Cosmo.  And then, since it cost $10, I HAD to drink it.  Sheesh.


But I digress.  After "dinner" we went back to our plenary session (plenary means all 700+ commissioners) to start the LONG process of electing our moderator.  There were six candidates.  Each had a 5+ minute nomination speech made by 6 passionate nominators telling us why their candidate was the best.  This was followed by 6 speeches from the actual nominees, also each 5+ minutes.  (Two of them sang part of their speeches. I did not vote for them, though they both had lovely voices.)  If you do the math we are now past 8pm after an hour of speeches.  Then comes the Q&A from the commissioners, which was to take another hour.  Until someone moved that we give them 90 minutes since there were six commissioners.  Oy.  Motion passed.  So now we are looking at least until 9:30pm until we can vote.  Except the Q&A starts late for various reasons -- among them, getting comfy chairs for the six of them to sit in on the stage.  So it doesn't start until 8:30pm'ish.


Finally we start voting sometime after 10pm.  Only our new high-tech wireless voting gizmos aren't working right.  Or maybe the Presbyterians using them weren't working right. So after two ballots (the winner has to get 50% or more of the vote to win and no one had that much by that point) they start to try and figure out the gizmo problem.  They have us do some more sample voting.  Question:  Did you eat dinner tonight?  I voted NO.  If they had asked me if I ate appetizers with no booze, I would have voted Yes.  Amazingly, the Yes votes won. Guess what some people consider dinner varies.


But I WON the moderator vote!  No, I'm not the new PCUSA moderator, but the woman I voted for during each round of voting finally ended up winning.  She was one of the two white-haired women I was considering -- I mentioned them a couple of days ago.  She got me with her answer on the gay marriage question (up until the gay marriage question, the Q&A was a snoozefest of the highest order).   Four of the candidates stuck to the heterosexist party line of defining marriage between a man and a woman only.  Sooooooooooo dark ages.  But our new moderator, Cindy Bolbach said:
“Who poses the greatest threat – Larry King, who’s been married seven times, or a gay couple [friends of hers] in Washington, D.C., who have been together for 62 years and who got married two weeks ago?” 
I heart her.  Here is more about the election:
http://ga219.pcusa.org/news/2010/7/4/cynthia-bolbach-elected-moderator-fourth-ballot/


By the time we got out of there it was too late to catch the bus back, so I walked back to the hotel and, well, you know the rest of the Cosmo story.  Got into bed at midnight but could not fall asleep.  Probably too wired. Maybe I should have had another $10 Cosmo?  Finally fell asleep sometime after 1:30am, hoping to sleep past 8am at least.  Alas it was not to be. My beloved called me at 7:42am.  


So now here I sit, mainlining coffee, eating Lucky Charms, and catching you all up on the wonderful world of General Assembly.  It's sprinkling outside, with thunderstorms due later.  Wonder if that means the "Dinner" tonight (picnic on Nicollet Island with fireworks later) will be cancelled?  Not that I'm going anyway.  I will go to the Commissioner "lunch" at noon, then to my exciting committee meeting at 1:30pm.  Then I'm coming back here to crash.  Or maybe swim.  Or more Cosmos.  Who knows?  Tune in later to find out ....


P.S.  Yes, I missed the spectacular opening worship service.  Everyone will tell me how great it was and how I shouldn't have missed it.  I needed some "me-time." And a shower. And I had to blog!

Friday, July 2, 2010

It's hot here

And crazy humid.  Figures I had to leave Normal while we were having delightful weather and come up here to this steam bath.  


Got here safe and sound, easy flight, about an hour in the air.  Then began the navigation through the Minneapolis airport which, frankly, shouldn't be more confusing and big than O'Hare. Just sayin'.  Got off plane, found someone's driver's license on the bathroom floor, turned it in to an official person, got on a tram to take me to the luggage where, the gods were smiling on me for doing a good deed (driver's license) because mine was one of the first bags off.  Went to find a Presbyterian to direct me to the hotel shuttles, which involved more walking and another tram ride.  Then got on a big bus to take us to the downtown hotels.


The bus was crammed with Presbyterians. And I was the youngest one on the bus.  No, seriously, I was.  I made polite chit chat with the woman sitting next to me, who turned out to be the sister of someone I went to Princeton with, who lived on Bob's floor in Alexander Hall and was very conservative.  Still very conservative.  So much for making a new friend.


Checked into my room and then hiked over to the convention center, which is rather a far walk away through an un-airconditioned skywalk.  Got to the convention center and was told registration was on the FAR end from where I was.  When I registered, I requested the closest hotel to the CC, because of my walking issues (arthritis).  I was given the third closest hotel. No clue why tho I suspect a conspiracy to keep me from voting my liberal views.  Finally got to registration, found the M-R line very long.  About cried thinking about standing in line after that long walk, then asked for help.  A nice woman got me to my own "front of the line" place and I got myself registered and got my $240 Visa card for meals.  $240 for meals between now and next Saturday?  I think not.  It'll be used up by Monday, trust me.


I went and found my people (the gaybees) at the More Light Presbyterians booth, and got a nice scarf to wear.  Cause you know, it might get cold here, in July, in Minneapolis.  Actually it's kinda cool (not the weather, the scarves).  You can find out about them here:
http://www.mlp.org/article.php?story=219thScarves


While at the convention center I called my friend Janet's cell phone to tell her where I was and see if we could meet for dinner.  Got her voicemail.  Left message, hung up phone, and she suddenly walked by where I was sitting.  In a sea of Presbyterians, she swam into my little ocean.  It was kismet.  We walked over near my hotel and found a place to eat (and me drink, she had water because she had to go to a meeting which) and got caught up after 20+ years.  She looks exactly the same, beautiful as ever, and hasn't aged a bit!  It was wonderful to get some time with her before it gets crazy here.


Now I'm back in my room, trying to cool off and figuring out what to do with myself for the rest of my evening before it all starts again at 8am tomorrow.  So, dear Theodore, I won't be lounging by any pools sipping martinis anytime soon.  Maybe when I get home?

Leaving on a jet plane

Okay well maybe not a jet plane.  I think it's one of those smallish planes since I'm flying out of BMI on Delta -- at least it's non-stop.


Have I mentioned I don't like flying?  If not -- I don't like flying.  In fact, I hate flying.  It's what keeps me from going to Maui every year.  The 10 hour flight.  Well, that and the money.  I am not afraid of flying.  I just don't find it a pleasant experience to be crammed on a plane for hours with strangers and screaming babies, and a guy in front of you who leans his seat all the way back so that his head is in my lap.  This flight will be about an hour I suspect.  I can probably survive that.


I am due to arrive in Minneapolis around 2:30pm, if the flight is on time.  IF the flight is on time. Another reason I hate flying.  Flights (at least my flights) seem to rarely be on time.  Then I catch a shuttle to my hotel.  I'll be staying in style at the Millennium Hotel in downtown Mpls.  They have a Martini Bar. It's called Martini's.  I plan to spend a lot of time there. At least until I run out of money.  They also have a pool.  I plan to spend some time there as well.  Maybe. I scored a single room so that I don't have to room with a random Presbyterian.  Yes, I have to pay extra for it, but it will be worth it.


The Assembly starts tomorrow with some optional activities at the nearby Convention Center (it's connected by a sky-walk from my hotel, a bit of a walk which I will likely only make twice a day, coming and going).  Then we elect the Moderator Saturday evening.  There are six candidates.  Three are women -- one elder and two ministers.  I like two of them.  It's past time for a woman Moderator so one of them will get my vote.  This, of course, means we'll get another man.  Or the conservative woman from Santa Barbara.  I love Santa Barbara. Not so much their conservative Presbytery.  The man from Wisconsin may be okay.  The man from Philadelphia, um, no.


Here are the six candidates.  


So anyway, I am voting for Maggie or Cynthia.  That will be my first official act.  Then on Sunday we start committee meetings.  Am I on the one to discuss our position on gay marriage and civil unions?  How about gay ordination?  Of course not.  I am on the Christian Education and Church Growth Committeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.  Oops, sorry, fell asleep just typing that.  Oh, and they threw in business for the Presbyterian Loan Program, called PILP.  It's gonna be a snooze fest.  But, it will be stress-less and may end earlier than the other committees, which will give me more time in the Martini bar to swim.


Okay enough of this for now -- off to finish packing!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

GA or Bust

Okay, so I started this blog in March, and then ........... KAPUT! No more entries. I think I peaked with my country music entry and was unsure how to top it.

Or maybe I got too involved reading the blogs I'm following on here? Kim, Kathleen, and Caroline are all wonderfully faithful, prolific writers, so by the time I'm done reading their blogs I have no time to write in mine?

Yeah, let's go with that.

So I leave for Minneapolis tomorrow to spend 8 days with thousands of Presbyterians at General Assembly, so it seemed like a good time to start writing in here again. I may need a place to vent. Or maybe people will want updates of what happens there. Yes, I'm sure that's it.

Okay, anyway, I'll give this a try again and try to do better. Maybe if I know people are following me, and reading me, I'll post more often?

Or maybe not. If not, you can get updates here.