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March 25th, 2010

no matter how trivial

With the health care vote and domestic terrorism on the rise, I’ve been distracted from an issue I wanted to address at the beginning of the week. It’s local and it has to do with the Collins administration.

Over the weekend, someone shared with me two emails that went out to all County Department Heads as well as County Legislators and their staff members. Here they are:

Email #1

Hello Everyone,

I’d like to take a moment to send a quick reminder to all of you about the proper protocol for interaction between the Legislative and Executive branches of government. Any and all requests for information, meetings, etc., no matter the issue, must first come through the County Executive’s office.

If a Legislator or a Legislative Aide interacts directly with you or one of your employees, without first talking to someone in the County Executive’s office, do not move forward with any requests. Please respond, asking them to email or call Chris Grant or myself with their request. We will no longer be granting any meetings or requests for information if our office is not the first point of contact.

Please forward this message to any employees in your department that might interact with the Legislative Branch.

Thank you,
Cooper Hawley

Email #2

Hello Everyone,

The email I sent out yesterday proved to be too ambiguous to state our policy clearly. Let me try to refine the message and say specifically what we are looking to achieve.

If one were to break down interaction between the Legislature and the Executive branch, there are basically two types of correspondence.

1. Normal, constituent relations work.
a. This includes every day, routine maintenance issues such as filling a pothole, mowing a lawn, replacing a manhole cover, responding to a question about food stamps etc.
b. All departments and County employees should work with the Legislators and their aides to accomplish these tasks. These are not issues that need to be first cleared with the County Executive’s office.
c. However, I would like to know about all such requests, no matter how trivial. While our office does not need to be involved to give the go ahead, we do need to know about these requests as they occur. Please send me an email detailing the requests made whenever they occur.

2. Meeting requests from commissioners, special concerns
a. These are the issues I was talking about in the first email.
b. Legislators and Legislative Aides should not be calling commissioners, directors, deputy commissioners, etc. to be scheduling meetings or working on community outreach event type programs. These types of requests need to be made through our office.
c. This also applies to any questions Legislators or Legislative Aides might have about County policy. Any questions on our policy need to be directed to this office.
d. We are more than willing to work with our partners at the Erie County Legislature to fulfill these types of requests, but the County Executive’s Office must be the first point of contact for all of these issues.

I hope this clears up any confusion my first email created. Please notify the applicable people in your departments.

Thank you, and again if there are any questions please call me.

S. Cooper Hawley | Director Of Constituent Relations
Erie County | Office of the County Executive
95 Franklin, | Buffalo, NY 14202
P:(716) 858-4749 | F:(716) 858-8411
Cooper.Hawley@erie.gov

As you may know, I work in government as an aide to a member of a Legislative Branch. Before my current job I worked as an aide to a member of the Erie County Legislature. In total, I’ve been doing this work for almost four years, and I feel that I’m pretty qualified to state the following: the above policies are way out of line, and the people of Erie County will suffer for them.

When I worked for the County Legislature, do you know how many times I contacted the Department of Social Services or the HEAP office or Parks Department? Countless times. Do you know how often my “normal, constituent relations” work blurred with what Hawley describes as questions about County policies? Most of the time.

These policies are going to drastically slow down service to Erie County residents, many of whom are in dire situations and need immediate assistance.

These policies are going to force extremely burdened County employees (particularly Department of Social Services caseworkers) to write numerous emails detailing every conversation they have with a Legislator or Legislature staff member, “no matter how trivial.” Or worse, they are going to force County employees to push a big, pause button on their work while the guys on the 16th ruminate over the political repercussions of letting a certain County Legislator host a HEAP outreach site at a god-damned community center.

These policies are going to waste time. They are yet another stupid, bureaucratic layer that only serves to protect the political interest of the County Executive, and they suck.

Let’s change this:

To this:

March 11th, 2010

spring/summer wishlist

In honor of today’s 55-degree temperature and the daffodils poking up in front of City Hall, I thought I’d take a moment to make a list of all things I want to do (for fun) this spring and summer. I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile as it will give me hope during the tail end of winter.

  • Drive to Bennett Beach after work and swim until the sun goes down.
  • Get up early on a Saturday or Sunday, pack a picnic lunch, ride bikes over the Peace Bridge and to Crystal Beach, Ontario. Spend the rest of the day lounging on the beach, swimming, and feasting on the picnic food. Ride back and take pictures of the Buffalo skyline atdusk.
  • Eat ice cream from the Porter Avenue ice cream place. Hatch plans for the 2nd Annual DIY Triathalon.
  • Sit around the fire pit in my dad and Terrie’s backyard after eating a delicious dinner with them. Admire the plants they’re growing.
  • Take Crashers swimming in the lake at Sean’s family’s cottage.
  • Also Canandaigua related: drive the boat over to Kershaw beach, throw the anchor overboard, and hang out in the water all day while listening to soft rock on the boat radio.
  • Enjoy my mother’s backyard with her beautiful patio, twinkle lights, and pool.
  • Slow, lazy nights out with friends, preferably on the patios/porches of Left Bank, Fat Bob’s, or fish-fry dives.
  • Photo adventures along the Bird Island Pier with my brother. Also at Amherst State Park.
  • Visit Brynn in Long Lake and swim in the mountain lake.
  • Grill, lay around, play basketball, entertain, drink beers, and relax in our courtyard/backyard/whatever it is.
  • Fall asleep around the campfire at the cottage after singing folk songs.

July 27th, 2009

If I never hear another chicken pun…

As a lot of you local people probably know, I’ve been working on a Backyard Chicken ordinance here in Buffalo for the past several months. You can read about it here, here, here, and here.

I’ve learned a lot about the Backyard Chicken movement–yes, a movement–and can say it’s one of the more fun things I’ve worked on in City Hall.

For instance, did you know that New York City, Rochester, Cleveland, and Baltimore all allow chickens to be kept within city limits? Tis true. You know what other city allows chickens?

PORTLAND.

You know what I saw while I was in Portland?

MOTHER EFFING CHICKENS! IN A BACKYARD.

Ok, it was a sideyard technically. You get the picture.

I know I’m ridiculously biased because our office has put about 14,000 hours into this chicken ordinance but seriously. You would never know.

I knew there were chickens in the yard but I couldn’t see, hear, or smell them when we walked back there. I actually had to ask my friend Lauren’s friend, whose roommate owns the chickens, “You have chickens, right?”

And of course, they do. Here’s where the hens live:

Their run is pretty long and they were sweet things. They’re also amusing, very amusing. According to their owner, the run and coop were in need of a cleaning but even then it didn’t smell like I was in a barnyard.

Portland’s ordinance is much less restrictive than the one the Common Council is set to pass tomorrow (fingers crossed, fingers crossed) but Portland generally felt more laid back than Buffalo, a challenge for sure.

In case you’re wondering, I won’t be getting chickens once this ordinance passes because I do not have enough room in my backyard to legally house them. Ok, I don’t even have a backyard!

That being said, I look forward to visiting friends with backyard chickens and to opening some minds. The next move forward in Portland’s foot steps?

BACKYARD BEES.

KIDDING.
NO SERIOUSLY, I’M YOLKING.

May 7th, 2009

Jack Kemp & exceptions to their rules

I’m late on this but wanted to share my thoughts regardless.

I remember the recently-deceased Jack Kempas a Vice-Presidential candidate but not as a Buffalo congressman (even then I was too young to form any meaningful opinion on his politics). It’s been interesting to hear about his career and his role in shaping the Republican party now that he’s died and everyone’s talking about him. The common theme to the mainstream coverage is that Jack was a uniter, a Republican who cared about making the party more diverse. From the LA Times:

In many ways Kemp was ahead of his time in Republican circles, calling for the party to embrace all races and ethnicities and pushing for inclusion of blacks, Latinos and Jews.

“He was viewed very much as not only the carrier of supply-side economics, going back to the Reagan days, but he was really the guy who always talked about the ‘big tent,’ ” Feulner said Saturday.

I’m sure some of the fawning is overboard but after reading a letter from Kemp to his grandchildren posted on Buffalo Pundit, it does appear that the Congressman was sincere in his desire for more inclusion. Whether or not his policy choices reflected that desire is another story, and one that Bruce Fisher has tackled better than I ever could over at Artvoice.

Anyway, this brings me to the memory that all the Jack Kemp coverage reminded me of in the first place: Late last year I joined PUSH Buffalo in an anti-poverty march throughout downtown. The event highlighted PUSH’s success at getting Mayor Brown to commit to 500 housing rehabsover five years (to compliment his original 5-in-5 demolition-only plan) and, like most demonstrations, carried a couple extras messages from its participants: a call for people-centered policy, better education and work opportunities, etc. It was respectful and calm as we marched from Lafayette Square to the Mahoney State Building to the Federal Building.

As we marched away from the Federal building en masse, we passed the Erie County Republican Party headquarters on Delaware Avenue. Approaching their ground level windows, I could see that three blond women were watching the parade of participants and, as I got closer, I realized that they were shouting at us through the glass. They pressed McCain/Palin signs to the window (fine, whatever) and mouthed the word “freaks.” More offensive than that though, they lifted their middle fingers and flicked us off (yeah, not ok).

This was an anti-poverty march. Not a pro-Democrat or pro-choice or pro-anything-super-controversial march. Why flick us off and call us freaks? Why not prove some of us wrong and cheer us on because hey, poverty sucks. And better education is great, jobs too. It left such a sour taste in my mouth and really challenged my policy of not engaging in “f-ck you” type responses.

When I heard Cokie Roberts on NPR talking about Jack Kemp’s openness and sincere fear that the Republican party was alienating people of color, I remembered that march and the response from the local Republicans and I thought, ick. I don’t think the Democratic party is perfect by any stretch but shit, I wish that Jack Kemp’s message of inclusion wasn’t such a story because I think it means that it’s more of an exception than a rule. And that’s sad.

February 16th, 2009

Grant & Bradley Streets

Buffalo, NY. January 24, 2009.

February 15th, 2009

3407

The title of this New York Times article, “‘It’s Not Even Six Degrees of Seperation. It’s One.’,” is something I’ve both been hearing from and repeating to friends and family since the crash of Flight 3407. I already know of three connections to the victims, not to mention many more connections to the Clarence neighborhood affected by the crash site. I’m sure when the entire manifest is released there will be more.

I talked about the crash all day yesterday with my mom and then later with some friends over drinks. It’s amazing how much more this kind of thing shakes you when it happens close by, and that’s really how I feel: shaken.

The idea of flying anywhere right now is absolutely terrifying. I was imagining that safe, relieved feeling I usually get when the plane I’m on begins its descent. The flight crew calls out to one another, “Prepare for landing,” and I always think, “Ok, we’ve made it.” I think that relief is going to be permanently altered by this crash just as the noise of a plane flying above me on Friday made me pause as I unlocked the door to my house, breath held, waiting for it to pass.

February 2nd, 2009

postmarked

Ok, you asked for it: my postmark tattoo story. But first, the scandalous photo!

I was living on the farm (god, does every blog entry of mine start like that or what?), knew I wanted to get another tattoo, and decided that it should be something related to my hometown of Buffalo, New York.

I honestly don’t know what made me think of the postmark but no sooner than I imagined it on my body, a letter arrived from my little brother Josh with a fresh postmark stamped across its envelope. At the time, Josh was about 14-years-old and in his freshman year of high school. A true child of the internet age, he had never sent a letter through the post. Ever. This was the first letter he sent and the first I received from him.

Sidenote: He had actually sent one a couple weeks before but didn’t know that one must affix a stamp to a letter in order for it to be processed. How adorable is that? Oh, the things that make you love people more.

Anyway, when I saw the letter I knew that I had found my postmark. I needed to figure out where to put the sucker and then make an appointment at a tattoo parlor in the Hudson Valley area. I narrowed down my choice of placement to two options: my arm and my chest. I’ve a number of friends with beautiful tattoos on the inside of their forearm and/or on the inside of their bicep (I guess that’s how I’d describe it). My chest ultimately won out because I figured it would be easier to cover up if need be and hey, I really loved the spot.

Zeb, my co-worker and friend, had one of his beautiful tattoos done at Lark Street Tattoo in Albany and after my so-so experience with Tattoo Uno, I wanted to go somwhere great. I’ve already written about Kara, the artist who did the postmark, and her insistence at getting the artwork and placement right.

One of the details we debated (in detail) was the ”stamp affect” of the postmark. You’ll notice that some of the lines, letters, and numbers look splotchy or missing. That’s how the postmark looked on the envelope–imperfect–and so that’s how we decided to keep it. Additionally, we enlarged the circular part of the postmark so that the numbers and letters would stay fresh looking longer. Any smaller, Kara told me, and it would fade or blur too much.

All in all the tattoo took about 45 minutes and much like my first one, the postmark was pretty painless. I’d describe the feeling as more annoying than anything but I’m told that shading is the most painful part of a tattoo. Both of mine are all line work.

My mother’s response when she saw it for the first time? That I should get my return address stamped on [somewhere crude].

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