I’m back in Oakland for the Yuletide, and thought I would renew my drivers license while I was here since it was set to expire next year. This couldn’t be done online since I’ve moved since the last address on my license. I made an appointment and brought proof of address within CA (at my parent’s home) so as to avoid any issues of the do-you-really-live-in-CA sort. But after filling out the paperwork, I was told since I was attempting to renew early (since when is within 6 months early?) I had to take a written exam. Seriously? I haven’t thought about this since I was 16, which was quite a while ago. Test is 18 questions, three answer options each, and I could only get 3 wrong. I passed, barely, getting 3 wrong. So I get to keep my superior looking CA license, with the corrective lens restriction removed and a new picture on top of that.
Aside from that thrilling adventure, life in Oakland is the same as always. I’m getting music for my younger cousins for Christmas, and taking Pacrand’s advice from long ago for the two teenage girls, getting them Portishead and Massive Attack. Well, one of them might get Imogen Heap instead, but there is certainly more trip-hop than in previous years. My aunt is getting Season 1 of Flight of the Conchords, but I still can’t figure out what to get my immediate family.
The most fun I’m going to have this holiday with the extended family involves innocently acting like I know less about the ongoing family drama than I do, and speaking to one of the elder matriarchs (who is nice, but holds some strong and bigoted old-country views) about acceptance of mixed children (a great-grandchild) in the family (as opposed to the active rejection of the non-blood parent and child). The funny thing is, she and I get along great, and most of the time I think she forgets that I’m not 100% of the family ethnicity or some other version of Caucasian. The arguments to convince her are [1] how well I turned out (peanut gallery comments are not needed) and [2] how our president-elect is half-black & half-white and-isn’t-that-an-incredible-thing? Of course “I know nothing” about the drama, so I won’t be trying to preach to her about how she’s acting wrongfully, which means she’ll listen. Beyond that, who knows, but one can hope, and one can also take some pleasure out of convincing another to accept one’s views as correct.
To have your adversary accept and believe your views, and adopt them as their own, that is the greatest victory. -Sun Tzu (paraphrased)