Ypsi/Arbor Exit Interview: Caleb Elijah Zweifler

If you’re planning to attend the DIYpsi art fair this weekend, be sure to swing by the table of illustrator Caleb Zweifler, who, early next week, intends to hitchhike his way out of Ypsilanti, the town that he’s called home for the past decade. Following is his official Ypsilanti exit interview.

MARK: What’s your full name, for the record?

CALEB: Caleb Elijah Zweifler, Circa 1989.

MARK: When did you first move to Ypsilanti?

CALEB: I moved here back in 2008, so my departure will mark approximately one decade of residence.

MARK: Would I be right to assume that you moved to Ypsi in order to attend Eastern?

CALEB: Yes, I moved from Munith, Michigan to study at Eastern. Funny thing is, I had my pick of colleges to attend, but EMU was the only university I applied to whose deadline for registration hadn’t already expired, so it was sort of a lucky byproduct of my negligence that I ended up here at all.

MARK: So you got accepted at a bunch of schools, and just didn’t… or couldn’t… decide until it was too late to enroll at any of them except for EMU? Were you just indecisive, or was something else going on in your life?

CALEB: I just didn’t really have a strong direction at that age. Still don’t. It’s something I’m still trying to figure out. And, at that time, I was preoccupied with graduating high school as close to the top of my class as I could manage. I’m pretty sure I ended up 4th overall. I was taking a lot of AP classes, and I was dual-enrolled at Lansing Community College, so it was difficult to maintain a 4.0 GPA. When I finished, I really had no plan past that. And the same was pretty much true when I graduated from EMU.

MARK: What did you study at EMU?

CALEB: Well, I was undeclared all the way to my junior year. At that point, I was considering dropping out of college to hop trains with my dorm-mate Kris Coley. But my financial advisor persuaded me to finish my degree first, since I was only a year away from having enough art credits to graduate with a BFA. I reluctantly heeded her advice and wrapped up my Bachelors in Drawing with honors. Not long after that, I started working as a dishwasher, and the rest is history.

MARK: By “financial advisor,” do you mean “financial aid advisor,” or did you come to Ypsi with a trust fund and someone to handle your affairs?

CALEB: [Laughs] Yeah, financial aid advisor. I’m not a trust fund kid outright, but I got A LOT of help. My Grandpa sent all of his kids to college on his dime, so my Dad took that burden on for his kids too. Therefore I had the SUPREME privilege of not having to shoulder my tuition personally. That said, by my sophomore year, I was on my own in terms of procuring my food and housing. And I studied rigorously to attain as many scholarships/grants as I possibly could to mitigate the cost. Eastern was pretty affordable in that regard.

MARK: You say that you graduated with honors and then became a dishwasher, but there’s more to it than that, right? I mean, you have made some progress toward a career in illustration. You’ve had some successes, doing illustrations for the old Ypsi Convention and Visitors Bureau (Visit Ypsi), and other clients…

CALEB: Oh, for sure. I’ve had a lot of success in freelance, but I’ve hated most of it. Visit Ypsi was an exception. The pre-absorption squad over there was amazing to me. But, for every good client, there were horrible ones. I’m still trying to sue one of ‘em for chrissakes!

MARK: I don’t want to go too deep down these particular rabbit holes, as I’d rather focus on positive things, but, just so people know what you’re referring to, when you talk about the “the pre-absorption squad,” you’re talking about the old Ypsilanti Convention and Visitors Bureau, before it was taken over by the Ann Arbor Convention and Visitors Bureau. And, when you talk about suing someone, you’re talking about a local restaurant owner, who, having purchased the rights to one of your illustrations for use at one of his businesses, began using it across multiple businesses….

CALEB: Right. I should also add, even though I strongly opposed the “merger,” the new CVB has still been supportive. They just have a completely different relationship with the city now because their budget and autonomy was stripped. So, as predicted, all of the amazing collaborations they were known for, especially with local artists, immediately dried up after. A couple of the original staff still work there, but many moved on. But, yeah, the lawsuit is not directed at anybody there. In fact, the new crew has already made it clear to me that they will do whatever’s necessary to back me in the case (testimonial or otherwise), which is a huge relief.

MARK: As long as we’re talking about your illustration work, how would you describe it?

CALEB: It’s traditional, first and foremost. Hand-drawn, graphite, pen & ink, watercolor. Subject matter is all over the place. Whatever I’m most passionate about at the time.

MARK: And what are you most passionate about now?

CALEB: I’ve been bogged down by some side project stuff recently but I’m almost done with a tribute to the epic fight between Conor McGregor and Khabib Nurmagomedov. UFC stuff… I’ve also been quietly working on a graphic novel titled ‘Becoming Myth’. It’s been an arduously slow process though because I’m really giving it my all. It’s ultimately where I want my career to go. Comic Book Creator. Trouble is I also really enjoy making music. Hoping to have a solo album to release by the time I return to Ypsi.

MARK: Back to your origin story… Having never heard of Munith, I just looked it up. Here’s what Wikipedia says about your home — “In addition to the post office, there is a township hall, a cemetery, a gas station/convenience store, the headquarters of Farmers State Bank, and zero stop lights.” Does that sound like a pretty accurate description?

CALEB: [Laughs] Yes. I fondly remember The Mill Pond Bakery too, which was around when I was a kid, but they moved to Chelsea for better business.

MARK: Had you seen a stop light before leaving home for Ypsilanti?

CALEB: [Laughs] Yes. I lived in Munith, but I went to school in Stockbridge. I believe they still have exactly one stop light.

MARK: Had you stayed in Munith, what do you think you’d be doing right now?

CALEB: Wow. I’ve never thought about that, actually. Statistically, I’d probably have gotten into some kind of construction or farming job. It’s a very rural, blue-collar crowd out there. Lotta rednecks (all due respect). My dad was a roofer around the time I was born, so maybe I’d be doing something like that.

MARK: What’s your first memory?

CALEB: I have a terrible memory. I think I just don’t have a lot of room for storage because I’m constantly inputting information. The sweet leaf has likely had an impact as well over the years.. I DO remember my first word, because my Mom has regaled me with the story many times. My first word was the name of our Bernese Mountain Dog, Elsa. Apparently I used to sit out on the porch in my diaper and yell at her to pass the time, “ELSA!”… “ELSA!”

MARK: What, if anything, did you know about Ypsilanti before moving here?

CALEB: The ONLY thing I knew about Ypsilanti was that my sister Jasmine was already living here. She had started going to Eastern after graduating from Stockbridge High.

MARK: So she hadn’t told you anything at all about EMU or Ypsi?

CALEB: I don’t really remember being all that curious. I think I just checked with her to make sure it didn’t suck. [Laughs]

MARK: A lot of people who attend EMU don’t get out much and explore the city? To what extent, as a new student here, did you get out in the community?

CALEB: That is, unfortunately, a very true phenomena. I did spend the vast majority of my time on campus. I was a full-time student in the art program, so I didn’t really have much time for anything else, other than the occasional rager. I spent more than a few all-nighters in the Sherzer Hall studios. [Laughs]

MARK: So, your experience in the EMU art program was a positive one? And what can you tell us about these late nights in Sherzer?

CALEB: [Laughs] Well I wouldn’t want to incriminate myself. I did get into some mischief in the printmaking darkroom one time, though. By and large, I was just drinking Redbulls and listening to Do Make Say Think all night, and into the morning, to get work done by deadline. I always used to say that Art majors aren’t too difficult in terms of mental-challenge in the way that studying to become a doctor, or a lawyer, or a physicist, would be; BUT, studying to become an artist (if taken seriously) requires more man-hours than any other field. Especially if you’re as meticulous (read ‘slow’) as I am.

MARK: It sounds like you liked the program.

CALEB: Yeah. I would definitely recommend the EMU Art program to anybody trying to improve their skills. If you are interested in making money, however, I would recommend literally anything else. [Laughs] The faculty there is top-notch, plus I believe many of the greats still work there: Amy Sacksteder, Michael Reedy, John DeHoog, Brian Nelson. Unfortunately many of them retired: Richard Rubenfeld and Richard Washington to name a couple.

MARK: When another EUM art student, Rita Jane Riggs moved away, I interviewed her here, and she described Ypsi as “a weird comic book town.” As someone who makes comic books, I’d like to ask you, “If Ypsi were a comic book, what would the plot be?”

CALEB: [Laughs] I often thought it would be analogous to the Peter Pan story.

MARK: Back to exploring Ypsi as a student, you were saying that you didn’t do much…

CALEB: I strayed as far as Depot Town for munchies at Sidetrack, and I worked at both Gamestop and Coldstone Creamery while I was in college, so I biked as far as Arborland or so in that direction. But, yeah, for the most part, I had no idea how culturally rich Ypsi was until I started working at Beezy’s. That place is sort of a centrifuge for all the major personalities in town. Or at least it was an excellent place to start.

MARK: How’d you come to start working at Beezy’s?

CALEB: Well, there obviously weren’t any jobs waiting for me when I got my diploma. I think I just liked the vibe of Beezy’s the first time I walked in. And I learned to really enjoy washing dishes as an adult. I’m pretty sure I sent in my application with the side note that “I love to wash dishes,” and, when I got my interview, Bee asked me if I was good at Tetris. I forget what my answer was, but it was enough to get my foot in the door!

MARK: Was the Shadow Art Fair still going on when you moved here? I should know this, but I can’t remember if we were still doing them ten years ago.

CALEB: I totally remember the Shadow Art Fair! I still remember the Death Metal Bicycle Machine that the guy from Minus 9 built for it. If I was rich man I’d pay top dollar for a contraption like that!

MARK: I was just trying to remember if you were ever a vendor, and if maybe that’s where I first met you.

CALEB: No, I would have loved to vend there, but my portfolio wasn’t very commercially viable at that point. I think our first substantial interaction was during your Ypsilantian of the Year nominations.

MARK: Ah, yes, you nominated Bee for the honor!

CALEB: Yessir. She deserved it too. If I was to pitch one again for this year, I’d give a glowing nomination for Cre Fuller. Y’all know what I’m talkin’ about.

MARK: So, why are you leaving now?

CALEB: Well, it’s not an entirely voluntary decision. All it really took was a string of a few unfortunate events. My relationship broke down a couple of months ago, leaving me without a place to live, as we shared an apartment, and then I was fired from my bartending gig.

MARK: So what are you going to be doing?

CALEB: My initial plan was to move back to Munith and build a log cabin, but, after living with my parents during a particularly acute manic episode, I quickly figured out that it would be unsustainable. I moved back into my old room and was under their roof for a couple weeks before I kinda snapped.. So, now, I’m just embracing my lack of things to lose, and plan on hitchhiking around the country.

MARK: So you may still build a house in the woods at some point. It just won’t be now, and it won’t be near your parents?

CALEB: Oh most definitely, if I can find a plot of land in a good spot that isn’t liable to be destroyed from climate change, then I would totally build a cabin. And I’m not necessarily ruling out building in Munith. I’d just have to come up with a temporary housing solution that doesn’t involve living with my parents. Or maybe I’ll be chiller at some point! WHO KNOWS!?!

MARK: How does one go about building their own cabin?

CALEB: Well, if I were to start right now, I’d likely be felling relevant trees for seasoning… You have to strip the bark; treat the wood with a combination of linseed oil and turpentine; and ideally leave the logs sitting out for a year for them to be properly aged before you start stacking them up.

MARK: Have you done this before, or have you just studied it?

CALEB: I’ve hardly done anything with my hands outside of art/restaurant stuff, but I came up with the idea to build one about a month ago, when confronted by the lack of housing and a job. It was at that point that I began reading a lot of library books about such things, and subscribing to various survivalist youtube channels. The My Self Reliance channel is a particularly fruitful resource for anybody interested in going off-grid.

MARK: So, if not for your current financial situation, you’d want to stay here in Ypsi? I mean, if you had a job, and if you could find someone to share expenses with?

CALEB: Yes and No. At this point in my life, I am deeply attached to the community here, but I’m also feeling claustrophobic about the emerging political climate. I am the opposite of a Trump supporter, but I’m also a staunch believer in free speech and I exercise language maximally as an American citizen and as an artist. I don’t censor myself. And, for a while, Ypsi was a good place for people like me. But the Times Are A Changin’!

MARK: Can you give me an example of what you’re talking about? It there maybe one specific illustration that you could share?

CALEB: I reserve the right to call a bitch a bitch. Whether you’re a girl or a guy. I’m an INTJ personality type, and I judge people on the content of their character. The PC movement gets into hot water these days because, in an Orwellian twist, they want to CONTROL speech. It’s ironic because many minorities gained civil rights from white men VIA free and controversial speech.

MARK: So you’re sensing a societal pressure to conform…

CALEB: Let me start by saying I agree with people here on most things… Fuck Trump, and racist people, and dudes who want to oppress women. But I think we need to learn how to communicate like civil citizens before there’s another civil war. Calling white males Nazi’s for having legitimate conservative opinions is not helpful. A lot of us had fathers and grandfathers who actually fought and died killing Nazis…. *face palm*

MARK: So, for the record, you don’t identify as a Nazi?

CALEB: Inglorious Bastards is a favorite of mine if that’s any indication. Also, I have Jewish blood, and one of our next door neighbors growing up on Waterloo Munith Rd. was Mr. Hohensee. He interrogated Nazis in Germany during WWII as an American spy.

MARK: So you just want to be away from people, and live the life of a garden hermit for a while…

CALEB: Yeah, at least for the time being. I’m just anxious to be rid of the societal oversight and emotional baggage of living in Ypsi for so long. As much as I continue to love this town, it continues to be a VERY SMALL PLACE. Not having to answer to anybody: friend, family, or otherwise, is what my soul requires right now. That said, I want to revisit Ypsi in April, around my birthday, and appraise my new standing/perspective. I may stick around for awhile if the road leaves me weary. Or I might just keep traveling.

MARK: When are you planning to leave? And which direction do you plan to head in?

CALEB: December 10th. My first move will be to head south to Cincinnati. The stoner-metal band Sleep will be playing at Taft Theater that night. From there, I’ll migrate to NYC (never been); then crossing back to Chicago to hang with my cousin; then a long clip over to Colorado; followed by Bisbee, Arizona; Oakland, California to see if I can visit my Capoeira Mestre; and finally Washington State. Ideally, I’ll be arriving in Washington between Xmas and New Years.

MARK: You’re not leaving yourself much time to explore, are you? Do you think it’s doable?

CALEB: Of course, every stage of the journey is liable to be stalled or thwarted entirely!

MARK: And how are you planning to pull it off, money-wise? Are you going to be using an app like Couchsurfing to find places to stay? Are you going to be camping alongside the highway?

CALEB: Well all of my plans hinge on making a decent amount of money at DIYpsi this weekend, which I’m reasonably confident I’ll be able to do. When money or luck fails me, I’ll be hitchhiking, train-hopping, camping, etc. I have a lot of friends and family all over the place, so my waypoints were determined by that distribution, and connecting the dots.

MARK: And what’ll you do once you make it to the end of the line in Washington?

CALEB: The plan is to get a job dishing at a Brazilian Restaurant to work on my Portuguese and save up for a plane ticket to Hawaii… Haven’t planned much beyond that.

MARK: I wasn’t aware that you knew Portuguese. How’d you pick it up?

CALEB: [Laughs] I know a very small amount from training in Capoeira. It’s the primary language in Brazil, so I want to acquire a functional level of fluency before I travel there, which has been a dream of mine ever since I signed up for the Capoeira class at Eastern.

MARK: If you’ve never read it before, you might want to take a minute and check out my interview from a few years ago with Pete “Dishwasher Pete” Jordan, who set out to wash dishes across the United States. Given what we’ve been talking about, I think you might enjoy it.

CALEB: Oh, I know about him. I’ve read his book, and I’ve watched all of his media. Big fan.

MARK: So, what are you hoping to find out there, once you leave? What would be the best case scenario?

CALEB: I think I’m hoping to find myself out there. I’ve never really tested myself in this way before. I was blessed to do a lot of traveling in my youth because my dad insisted on it, but that was all on his budget, under his coordination. If anything, the current wanderlust is probably just an outburst of following in my father’s footsteps. He traveled to Mexico as soon as he finished high school and spent all of his 20’s bummin’ around all over the world. My parents lived together in Jamaica for 2 years before they got pregnant with my sister… yada yada…

MARK: What took them from Jamaica to Munith of all places? Was one of them from there?

CALEB: My dad’s from Ann Arbor, and my mom’s from Detroit. They met at the wedding of my dad’s best friend and my mom’s sister. They had a motorcycle rental business that fell through in Jamaica. And my Grandpa helped secure the land in Munith to give them a place to raise us.

MARK: As this is the second time he’s come up, I’m curious about your grandfather. What can you tell us about him?

CALEB: Andrew Zweifler. For one, he is my hero. He was a Professor and Doctor at the University of Michigan. He had an award named after him, given to physicians who exhibit extraordinary care in their bedside manner. He also founded the non-profit Physicians for the Prevention of Gun Violence (PPGV). He also married Ruth Zweifler, founder of the Student Advocacy Center… So he’s pretty swell.

MARK: It’s going to be cold as hell on the road, making your way through the midwest, isn’t it?

CALEB: Right! Winter isn’t the ideal time for such things, but it is what it is. Fortunately I have amassed a fairly considerable stockpile of survival gear over the years. I started building my Bug-Out Bag around the time the Occupy Movement dissolved in Michigan.

MARK: Can I ask what’s in your Bug-Out Bag… not everything… maybe just five items that people might find interesting, unexpected, etc?

CALEB: Hatchet, H20 purifier, magnesium fire rod, a copy of Bruce Lee’s Fighting Method, corn cob pipe.

MARK: How would you like to be remembered here in Ypsi?

CALEB: [Laughs] I know how I would NOT like to be remembered! The tricky thing with bipolarity is that I have two very different legacies here in Ypsilanti. There’s Depressed Caleb, who, overall, is the most palatable version of myself. And then there’s Manic Caleb. He can be fun, but he’s a lot more egocentric and combative. They both have their pros and cons, but I hope people see me for the person I genuinely strived to be.

MARK: And which Caleb am I talking with now?

CALEB: Full Blown Manic Caleb. Firin’ on all cylinders!

MARK: Well, email me when the other Caleb comes out and I’ll do an exit interview with him too, OK? I’m curious as to how the two conversations will compare.

CALEB: [Laughs] It would be a very sparse interview I can assure you.

MARK: Back to your earlier comment about how you’d like to be remembered… You say that you’d like to be remembered as the person that you strived to be. Tell us about that person. Who were you striving to be?

CALEB: The majority of my life has been spent trying to figure out WHAT to strive for. The only consistent compass for that has been my instinct to create. That’s been true ever since I was a kid, growing up in the country. It was a secluded way of life. I spent a lot of time outdoors. And, if I was indoors, I didn’t have access to video games, until the later years, so the drawing started early. And ever since I’ve been doodling in the margins of my class notes… As for being remembered, it’s ephemeral, even if you achieve great things. Being forgotten is actually kinda nice sometimes.

MARK: But if people did remember you…

CALEB: If people did remember me, it would mean a lot to me if they… especially if they saw me at my worst…. thought about me in my totality. For every seemingly dumb, or hurtful thing I did, there was always a reason. This isn’t to say that I stand by every choice I made, but my hope is that that the people of Ypsilanti would understand that I was a mentally imbalanced kid in his 20s while I lived here.

MARK: So, I know you haven’t left yet, but, when you’re on the road, and your thinking back on your time in Ypsi, what memories do you think you’ll be looking back fondly on. Is there one that you think will stand out from the others?

CALEB: Trick question…. How about a list of things:

1) Putting on Nightman Cometh with Marisa Dluge and the gang. 2) Training Capoeira with Allan Edwards. 3) Archery at The McLeod Family Farm with Davey Jones. 4) Every Porch Show at JT Garfield and Emmet Cousino’s place. 5) THE FOOD: Dalat (RIP), Encuentro Latino, La Torre, Thai Thai (RIP), Lan City Hand Pulled Noodle, Pita Pita, Hana, Go! Ice Cream, etc. etc. etc. 6) Brian Little’s crazy group art installations. 7) Doodle Saturdays at Cultivate with Guillermo Lopez, Taru Sterling, and Jim Cherewick. 8) Skateboarding, playing catch, and otherwise goofin’ off with knucklehead Nate Hockman. 9) Any and every jam session with Ypsilanti’s seemingly unlimited and incomprehensibly gifted musicians/songwriters. 10) Julian Weisensel drinking me under the table on my 21st birthday at The Elbow Room (RIP) 11) My 5 years at Beezy’s Cafe. 12) Fighting the economically predatory assimilation of Ypsi Real by the Ann Arbor Convention and Visitors Bureau. A futile battle, but worthy nevertheless. 13) Kissing pretty ladies.

If I really could only pick one though. I’ll miss the lonely strolls in Riverside Park. Clearing my thoughts, watching the Huron River mosey on by to the tune of the trains passing through Depot Town.

MARK: So, is there anything you’d still like to accomplish here in Ypsi before leaving?

CALEB: I’m doing my best to catch up with all my buddies before I depart, but there’s simply too many wonderful people and not enough time. I’m mainly focusing on tying up all my loose ends. Reassuring everybody that I’m not ENTIRELY off my rocker.

MARK: If there were going to be a Caleb Zweifler statue erected in Ypsi, where would it be, and what would the accompanying plaque say?

CALEB: It would be somewhere beside, behind, and beneath the Iggy Pop statue that needed to happen yesterday. The plaque would say… “Put On Your Goggles, When You’re Goin’ To Snorkle”.

MARK: Let’s say that, when you leave Ypsi, you stay away until you’re 100 years old, at which point you decide to come back one last time, just to look around… What would you like to see?

CALEB: I wanna see my friends get happily married. Stay in the area. I want to see what their kids are like. I wouldn’t mind dyin’ in Ypsi.

[Curious as to why people are leaving this place we call home? Check out the Ypsi/Arbor Exit Interview archive… Also, I apologize if you might have taken one of the photos above. I generally ask first, but, as I wanted to get this posted before DIYpsi, so that people might have a chance to stop by and say goodby to Caleb, I just started grabbing photos from Facebook. If you’d like credit, or for me to take down a photo that you took, just let me know.]

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Flynn, Mueller says, has provided “substantial help” to investigators, allowing them to significantly advance “several ongoing investigations”

Special counsel Robert Mueller, in a memo filed in federal court this evening, requested that former Trump administration National Security Adviser Michael Flynn (seen above in happier times, chanting “lock her up” with Donald Trump) be sentence to as little as no time in prison, in spite of his having pleaded guilty to lying to the FBI about his communications with Russian ambassador Sergey Kislyak during the 2016 presidential campaign. Mueller explained in the memo that Flynn had earned this consideration by providing “substantial” assistance to investigators over the course of 19 interviews that have taken place since his guilty plea last December, not only on his own communications with the Russians, but those initiated by other members of the Trump transition team. [Get ready, Jared “back channel” Kushner. It looks as though the axe may be about to fall.]

Here are Mueller’s exact words about Flynn’s sentencing… “Given the defendant’s substantial assistance and other considerations set forth below,” he says in the document, “a sentence at the low end of the guideline range — including a sentence that does not impose a term of incarceration — is appropriate and warranted.” [Has Mueller got your attention now. Paul Manafort?]

While it’s not exactly clear from these new documents, which are very heavily redacted, what exactly Flynn gave investigators, it would appear to have been substantial, as Mueller says in the document that Flynn’s assistance has been instrumental to “several ongoing investigations,” including at least one criminal investigation against a person whose name has been redacted. [It’s just a guess, but I think it might rhyme with “Ronald Rump.”]

Here’s an excerpt from the addendum that accompanied Mueller’s sentencing memo.


Like a lot of folks, I was hoping for more. I wanted to know who, exactly, Flynn had provided evidence against, and what information he’d given to investigators. I’m happy, however, knowing that he’s been interviewed 19 times, and that Mueller feels as though his contributions have been helpful not only in his investigation into Russian collusion, but also other ongoing investigations into the criminal activities of the Trump organization… Still, tough, I would have loved to have seen Flynn’s “lock her up”-chanting ass thrown into prison… But, given the choice, I’m OK with letting him go if it means moving the case up the food chain toward Donald Trump, which is pretty clearly what’s happening here.

Here, for those of you who might not remember just how big of an asshole Michael Flynn was back during the 2016 election, is a short video clip.

So, to sum up, we learned this evening that Flynn has been singing like a bird for an entire year, that he’s provided evidence of others on the Trump transition team having been in contact with the Russians, and that there are other cases moving forward, in addition to those being pursued by Mueller and his team, including at least one criminal case. This, as Joe Biden might say, is kind of a big fucking deal. In fact, it’s such a big fucking deal that Donald Trump has yet to even tweet once about it… not even one unhinged post about how “flipping” should be illegal.

update: It’s the next morning, and, uncharacteristically, there’s still not a peep from Donald Trump, who just keeps tweeting away about the possibility of a Chinese trade agreement. Maybe this is why.

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Michigan Republicans attempt a naked, lame duck power grab in advance of Whitmer, Nessel and Benson taking office

The Democrats, as you know, made huge gains across the midwest during this past midterm election. States like Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Wisconsin, that had helped put Donald Trump in the White House, all took big strides back in the other direction. Here in Michigan, not only did we flip two historically Republican House seats, but we also elected strong Democratic women to serve as Governor (Gretchen Whitmer), Attorney General (Dana Nessel), and Secretary of State (Jocelyn Benson). And that, as you can imagine, isn’t exactly sitting well with Michigan Republicans in Lansing, who, like their brethren in Wisconsin, are employing every dirty trick at their disposal during this lame duck session to ensure that, when Democrats start to take back power, they won’t easily be able to unwind the damage that has been done.

Lame duck dirty tricks, of course, aren’t anything new. For years, Michigan Republicans, under the direction of well-funded conservative groups like ALEC, have hijacked the legislative process during lame duck session in order to push through unpopular retrograde polices. It’s how Michigan, the state that gave America the middle class, became a so-called “Right to Work” state back in 2012, and it’s how, at this very minute, Republicans in Lansing are attempting to once again circumvent the will of the people by making it more difficult, if not impossible, for incoming Democrats to do things like eliminate gerrymandering, extend access to the vote, and institute campaign finance laws.

Here, to give you a sense of what we’re up against, is an excerpt from today’s Washington Post.

Two of the Democratic Party’s biggest wins last month occurred in Wisconsin and Michigan, where their candidates won gubernatorial elections, unseating a well-known incumbent in the former and flipping the seat in the latter.

But in both states, Republicans maintained control of both chambers of the legislature. So, in anticipation of having to work with a Democratic governor, state lawmakers are aiming to hurriedly pass legislation that would dilute the executives’ powers…

In Michigan, where Democrats last month won the governor’s mansion as well as the races for attorney general and secretary of state, Republican lawmakers last week introduced measures that would water down the authority of those positions on campaign finance oversight and other legal matters. All three statewide winners are women, as one Detroit Free Press columnist pointed out.

A spokeswoman for the incoming secretary of state Jocelyn Benson decried the move as “shameful,” the Free Press reported

The Republicans, as I understand it, have already set in motion a roll-back of our paid sick leave and mandatory minimum wage laws, and now they’re pushing through legislation that would, among other things, tie the hands of incoming Democrats, who have been sent to Lansing to undo their damage. Among the worst pieces of legislation being pushed through the legislature this lame duck session are House Bill 6553, and Senate Bills 1251 and 1252, all of which are designed to stop incoming Democrats from pursuing the will of Michigan people, who said this past Election Day that they wanted an end to gerrymandering and voter suppression, among other things. Here, for those of you who are interested to know which Republicans are behind these bills, is a little more information. [For information on other bills being advanced by Republicans this lame duck session, I’d suggest checking out Bridge Michigan.]

The good news is, people are fighting back. Tomorrow, Michiganders will be showing up in force in Lansing to make it known that this is simply not acceptable. [According to the Michigan Resistance Facebook page, the lame duck protest will take place at the Capitol rotunda tomorrow at 11:00 AM. For more information, follow the #MiPowerGrab tag on Twitter.]

Call your elected officials, and tell you friends. This is important. We cannot allow the Republicans to once again change the rules of the game to serve the interests of their donors over those of the Michigan people.

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Arlo turned 7 today

If the Jesuit motto, “Give me a child until he is seven and I will give you the man,” as popularized in Michael Apted’s Up Series, has any merit, the time we have left to influence our son Arlo, who turned 7 this morning, is fast running out. As of right now, we have just 364 days to mold him into the man he will be the rest of his life.

For the most part, I’d say that, if he grew up to be exactly the same as he is now, only a little bit larger, more worldly, and perhaps employable, we would have done a pretty good job as parents. He is, by most accounts, a pretty terrific kid. He is smart, inquisitive, thoughtful, and, when it really matters, kind. He’s not perfect by a long shot, but he shows great potential. He pushes boundaries at home, pokes and prods for attention, and quarrels with his teenage sister, bit, beneath it all, he’s an incredibly sensitive kid with a big heart. With no encouragement on our behalf, he told us a few years ago that he wanted to be a vegetarian, as he couldn’t stand the thought of animals dying so that he might eat them. Granted, he said he still wanted to make an exception for bacon and pepperoni, but, for a five year old to say that on his own, and then stick with it, I think, is an impressive thing. And I think it gets to the heart of who he is. Beneath all of the fart jokes, and the nonsense, he’s a pretty serious, thoughtful young man who cares about those around him. And I couldn’t be happier to have him living here with us, even if he spends a good part of each day asking us if he can get on the iPad, talking about Pokemon, and making up reasons not to go to sleep.

I had a migraine this morning, so I missed a good deal of his birthday, locked up in my bedroom, with a pillow over my head. I usually get my migraines later in the day, and I always handle them in the same way. I rush home from wherever I am before I completely lose my vision, which usually takes about half an hour, and then I jump into bed and go to sleep. When I wake up, I’m usually a bit disoriented, but the headache is gone, and I can see clearly again. As today’s migraine hit me early in the morning, though, as I was folding laundry, I couldn’t get back to sleep. So I just lay in bed, thinking. I spend hours just watching the light show of my migraine flash across my closed eyelids, while thinking about my son. [Thankfully, the pain this time wasn’t too bad.] It was like I was dreaming while awake. My thoughts just jumped around without much rhyme or reason. One minute, I was thinking about watching Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein with him in bed on a snowy night, and the next, I was thinking of how much he impressed me during a recent trip to Greenfield Village, when he was talking with one of the historical reenactors about turn-of-the-century refrigeration. And I didn’t really have any control over what I was seeing. I wasn’t trying to summon up specific memories. It was as if I were dying, and everything was just kind of flashing before me. I’d see his smile on a carrousel, and the next thing I knew, I was standing in a pool and he was jumping into my arms for the first time. It sounds weird to say it, as most of my life is spent worrying that a migraine might strike in any minute, but it was really incredibly beautiful.

I don’t know how much Arlo would want me to make public about his young life with us. I’m sure, at some point, he’ll ask me to scrub this site of any mention, for instance, that he was born in our dining room, with his sister helping, but there are a few things I’d like to mention, just so they’re recorded somewhere. The following are in no particular order, and they’re not necessarily the most important things about my son. They’re just all things that I thought about today, while in bed, waiting for my migraine to pass.

First, I used to tease him about not being human. I’m not sure when it started, but it was relatively early on. I told him that he was a creature called a Whoodie Boodie, and that a farmer somewhere in rural Michigan had caught him in a Whoodie Boodie trap. [The Whoodie Boodie were eating his fields, so he didn’t have much choice.] Arlo knew that I was kidding, as he knew that he was born in our dining room, in a rented, inflatable pool, which he’d seen photos of, but he’d get mad every time I said it. [It was kind of a fake mad that I don’t think we have a word for in English.] I’d tell him in detail how we had to surgically remove his trunk, file down his fangs, and shave him every night in his sleep, and he’d scream at me in this funny kind of way, yelling, “I am a real boy, not a Whoodie Boodie.” Clementine, for what it’s worth, was not a Whoodie Boodie, but something called a Fuddah Fuddah. There was no real origin story in her case as I recall. She wasn’t caught in a trap, and surgically transformed into a little girl. And, if memory serves, I think she started it. She would say that I was a Fuddah Fuddah, and I would correct her, saying that, no, it was she who was the Fuddah Fuddah. And we’d go back and forth.

Speaking of Clementine, I just remembered that one of the first things she said as a baby was in response to me saying, “Daddy’s alwayssss.” I’d say, “Daddy’s alwayssss….,” and she’d enthusiastically add, “RIGHT!” Linette didn’t find it funny, but it amused me. I guess it was probably my first foray into the world of what people now refer to as dad humor.

Second, it’s a super small thing, but Arlo told us a few days ago that a girl in his school came in late because she had to have her feet shaved. When asked to explain, he couldn’t. He just said that was what he’d heard. And I told myself that, one of these days, I should write it down for posterity. It must have been this thought, this morning, as I lay in bed with a headache, that triggered my memory of telling him that we had to shave him every night, so people wouldn’t recognize him as a Whoodie Boodie. [Who knows, maybe Whoodie Boodies are real.]

Third, Arlo is getting to the point where he appreciates that there’s a difference between boys and girls. Last fall, he was telling me about a girl that he’d been playing tag with at school, and how it felt different when she tagged him than when his other friends tagged him. He was genuinely asking me why it felt different to him, and I found it to be incredibly sweet. He also said that her eyes were “sparkly,” which isn’t something he’s ever said about his male friends. I don’t want him to rush into the world of young-adulthood, but it’s interesting to see how it happens, and I’m happy for our conversations. I don’t think I was very open about such things as a boy, and I suspect my life my way in life may have been a bit easier if I had been. At any rate, I’m thankful that we have the kind of relationship where we can talk about such things.

Fourth, we’ve been having quite a few conversations lately about how it’s important for people to “know their audience,” and how, for instance, humor that might work incredibly well on the playground, doesn’t work quite so well with a teenage sister, or middle-aged patents. And I think that’s one big downside to having an older father. While I think I’m probably better in a lot of ways, my tolerance for some things is pretty much nonexistent. For instance, there’s a pitch that he can hit that just kills one of my 50-year-old ears. And it’s difficult to convince a six year old, no matter what kind of potential they may show toward empathy, to hold it down. I mean, he knows he can’t push me down the stairs, as he knows what would happen. But it’s impossible to convey what might be going on inside my ear, or, for that matter, inside the mind of his 14 year old sister. It just doesn’t register with him. So we’ve been talking more about his need for attention, how absolutely normal it is, how there’s a difference between positive and negative attention, and how, if what he really desires is our time, he might do better to request that we read the Three Investigators together, or play a game of Uno, than leap out of a box, and scream “oodgie budgie,” while poking us in the stomach. [Thankfully, he sees to be transitioning away from “oodgie budgie.” His new go-to phrase this week is “mommy karate.”]

Fifth, we took him and some friends to an indoor trampoline park yesterday, to jump around like maniacs and eat donuts. When the jumping was over, a young woman who worked at the place led Arlo over to a giant wheel, where he could spin for gifts. She told him to go ahead and spin the wheel, pointing out all of the things that he might win, and then he gave the wheel the tiniest of spins ever, moving it about two inches, and landing on “Icees for the Crew,” which is what he’d wanted. She thought about it for a moment, considering the possibility of telling him that he’d broken the rules by not spinning the wheel harder, but she just said, “Well, no one has ever done that before, but I guess there’s no rule against it.” As we walked forward to get our icees, she said, “He’s a really smart kid, isn’t he?” And it was at that point, it dawned on me that he’d probably be able to take care of himself once he left he nest. At least that’s my hope. And, while it’s true that he is smart, I think a better word for him is clever.

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