Hubski. Yesterday, I was courageous! On Monday evening a friend I know from Israel contacted me with the info that there have been two drug-related deaths at a festival in Israel and that her sister, a moderator at a national radio station, needs someone with expertise in harm reduction and drug checking to speak on her show. My first reaction was "HELL NO!". The radio station she works for is one of the most listened to in the country and the time of speaking would be during lunch break. After 8pm, the second peak of listeners per day. In short, maaaaaany people would be listening. Many fears came up. My hebrew is not good enough. The drug checking I am doing is - strictly speaking - illegal. I was afraid one of my parents or people I know from my home town might listen and what effects it might have... "Your son is talking about drugs on national TV!!" Nevertheless, I agreed. After a quick 5 minute chat with one of the workers at the station that simply told me to "speak about what you know", it was set. From that moment I was SO nervous! I started to read everything possible about what happened. Sadly, very little information was known at that point. The next day, I was super nervous. The closer the interview came, the worse it got. Then I got the call. I could hear the current live show running in the background and another voice talking to me. She verified who I was and asked me how I want to be introduced. I told them with my full name and profession. A few minute later me and another guy were on air. First the other guy was speaking. Someone who attended the event and could answer general questions about what happened. I was getting more relaxed. Then my turn came.... Honestly, I only have a vague recollection about what I said. I just remember three things. 1) When she asked "what is MD (slang for MDMA)?" I went on a full-blown neuroscientific response, just to realize halfways that nobody would understand me. 2) At some point I got nervous again and my voice got shaky. Which made me stutter. 3) After telling her about the drug checking action that I do, she asked "Isn't that illegal what you are doing?" I somehow got angry. Suddenly all the nervousness went away and with a clear voice I said "honestly, I don't know if it is legal or not. All I know is, if I have a way to stop someone from injuring themselves or dying, I would do it". And with that, the interview ended. I was shaking for the next hour. I felt so bad. So many things I could have told but didn't. All the little mistakes. I thought "Why wasn't I more prepared?". Then I got a message from a friend that listened to the interview. She loved it. She loved the message and was happy to hear my voice through the radio :) And I remembered, that for the first time, I showed a part of me to the broad public. Fully knowing what kind of consequences it could have. I told my mother later. She was proud.
I may have a new job starting in a couple weeks. _refugee_ is going to be jealous. I'm going in to work with dogs as a kennel tech on the 16th. I have no idea why they want to wait two weeks. The owner made a point to say that she pays attention to how people leave their previous employers. Just bringing me in to see how it goes isn't enough for me to put in notice so if they're picky about that they should have brought me in sooner so I can put in notice sooner. The delay is making me a little nervous about whether it will work out. I've been working at a sandwich shop and being reminded how unreliable kids can be in getting to work has been testing my patience. I've been about ready to walk out the door a couple times. I was pretty desperate for a job so I picked one to apply for that I assumed was just looking for a warm body. And I've been having car trouble so sandwich shop 1.5 miles away ticked all the boxes. It sucks though and I'm nearing the point where I'm just going to go to a temp agency and work in a warehouse somewhere. Hopefully the dog job works out though. I think it will be good for my mental health.
I'm tired enough that I shouldn't operate heavy equipment. This is problematic in that five hours a day are spent operating 3-phase machine tools. I'm also tired enough that it has made me sick. Probably. But I'm not sure I have time to be sick. My father is an asshole. I talked to him on Saturday. It was an entirely polite conversation (on my side) and an entirely jovial one (on his side) and it pretty much shook me to my core. Without getting too deep in the mud my ACE score is six, which is something I only learned about recently. Growing up everyone's family is dysfunctional, right? And then about 22 I built a narrative about how it was because my mother is/was mentally ill, my parents were/are alcoholics and if only my dad weren't so busy being codependent things would have been much better, the intent to be decent humans was there for half my parents at least, and she'd drive me to drink too so it's not like they were both intentionally evil, right? Right? So my dad asks how "his granddaughter" is and I mention she's learning to read and somehow this led to my dad reminiscing about how he told me at four and a half that if I didn't learn to tie my shoes by five I wouldn't get a fifth birthday and about three days shy of my fifth birthday I finally tied my shoes and said 'where's my goddamn birthday' which is funny ha ha except my aunt likes to tell the story about how I walked into her house at age 18 months, late for babysitting, and said "that goddamn Volkswagen broke down again" which is funny ha ha until you start to wonder what sort of conflict a four year old marinates in to add "goddamn" to their vocabulary so young and then you go "oh yeah, better parenting through threats." Over the course of twenty minutes he disparages my career, my hobbies, my intelligence and my morals, twice doubling down when I ask him if he really means that. And I realized that I only hear from my father when he thinks I'm doing badly. I mean, I mention enameling. He says "I bought an enameling kit for you kids once. It's still in the house somewhere." I ask why we never did anything with it. He says "Frankly it's a wonder we survived. I wanted to murder you all most of the time." And that's funny ha ha too until you wonder why you segue into murder talk so easily and then you realize that it's always been that way but you've been pretending otherwise. From "what are you learning in school" to "you fuckers are lucky to be alive" in a breath. There's a fable that kept me alive. It was that time my parents were fighting non-stop for three days and my dad told me and my sister that they were getting divorced and we'd have to decide where to live and my sister cried and I told her that no this was going to be for the best and then the bitch came back and they fought for another twelve hours but come morning the divorce was off and it's always been the case that things would have been much better had they actually split up, better luck next life. But now I look back at that artifice and know that it would have been hell on earth either way and that's not liberating. It means the abyss also gazes into thee and no, mutherfucker, it wasn't better than you remember, it was worse and you've been fabricating fables out of whole cloth to feel normal and you can't anymore. And Gary Numan lipsynched the entire goddamn show. He didn't do that last time. Pissed.
My parents seem like a tame version of your parents. Probably significantly tamer but in the same mould. There are a couple stories my mom likes to tell that horrify me. One is that when I was a toddler, she put me in one of those things where a baby learning to walk is held vertical, and then it has wheels on it. Foosh, straight down the stairs I went as soon as she turned her back, hahaha. The second is when she put my older brother and I in the bath. She left the room and then heard him screaming. She thought maybe I'd drowned but nope, I'd just pooped in the tub hahaha. Who leaves a kid to roll down the stairs or unsupervised in a bathtub? My mom was never on time to pick me up from anything. It was so embarrassing. All the other kids would be picked up with most of the parents sitting in their idling cars as soon as anyone walked outside. It wasn't that she was working at the time, she just didn't pay attention to time. She somehow always caught Jeopardy on time, though. My parents fought, but I don't have any frame of reference for it. Just, it was obvious nobody was happy. They're still together, probably out of habit or zero other options. As for my hobbies, they seem mostly supportive of my hiking. They follow my GPS tracker and seem to take their role as emergency backup seriously if I didn't check in. But they don't understand my running or how important it is to me. College football game they can make the time to travel to and watch. Son running a marathon? Nope. I wish they had come. When I see them tomorrow (before a football game), I doubt they'll remember I was signed up for another marathon on Sunday or that I'm not running it. If I ask about their dogs, they'll tell me how they're doing but won't ask about my cats. Just, everything has to funnel toward them. Neither is very good about reciprocating. There are people with fantastic parents, right? With great memories of childhood they look back on fondly as adults?
Quite. I also had a walker. I remember corralling the dogs in the hallway and running at them full speed. This was the game. Apparently my father knew I was safe because the first time one of the dogs tried to bite me he smashed it across the face until it yelped and cowered in the corner. Then the dogs knew that they weren't allowed to bite me. My mother liked to relay her solution for when I was crying too much: child-proof the house, lock yourself in your room, and wait for the baby to fall asleep from exhaustion. I was a latch-key from the age of six. The last parent-teacher conference my parents went to was kindergarten. I was never so much as walked to the bus stop. My mother would threaten to kill the dogs. Usually took a couple hours. About an hour or two later she'd go hide the cars. Grab the keys, tuck 'em up other people's driveways, dirt roads'n'shit. This was usually the time my father would say "whatever you do, don't get married". My father forbid piano music to be played in the house. As soon as I left, they bought a piano. My mother never got a handle on what my degree is in. It's the same degree as her (now ex-) husband. My father knows I'm pursuing watchmaking. Sunday he regaled me with the story of the watchmaker in Brazil who also had a refrigeration company.... and my dad needed a refrigerator. The guy left to answer a phone call and my dad took the white silk handkerchief with the watch parts on it, folded up the corners and shook it. When the watchmaker came back, understandably horrified, my father castigated him for being upset because "it'll only go back one way." The guy sold him a refrigerator, probably to get him the fuck out of there. "The things some people charge money for." I invited my father out to visit once. I was living about 90 miles north of my sister, who had just had a baby (her second). He said "well of course I'll be coming out soon, I have a brand new grandson!" My daughter was 18 months old and had never met her grandfather. He bought my sister tickets to New Mexico instead. I know them. I've hung out with them. I lived with some for a couple months. My best friend's dad taught me to drive; his mom was the one who asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Everyone's got conflict. Nobody's perfect. But yeah. There are people out there whose parents don't pick their kids up off the couch and throw them across the room when sibling squabbles disturb their hangoversleep.My parents seem like a tame version of your parents. Probably significantly tamer but in the same mould.
One is that when I was a toddler, she put me in one of those things where a baby learning to walk is held vertical, and then it has wheels on it.
Who leaves a kid to roll down the stairs or unsupervised in a bathtub?
My mom was never on time to pick me up from anything. It was so embarrassing.
My parents fought, but I don't have any frame of reference for it. Just, it was obvious nobody was happy.
As for my hobbies, they seem mostly supportive of my hiking.
But they don't understand my running or how important it is to me.
If I ask about their dogs, they'll tell me how they're doing but won't ask about my cats.
There are people with fantastic parents, right? With great memories of childhood they look back on fondly as adults?
My mother's baby proofing solution was "I will teach my granddaughters not to do dangerous things." She actually said that. I assume she took the same approach with her children. This from the person who leaves a baby in a bathtub. I remember dropping a key on a plug pulled part way out. It sparked and tripped the breaker. It was the vacuum my mom was using, and she'd always pull it too far and start to pull the plug out. Why I was playing with a key near an outlet I can't answer because I was five.My mother liked to relay her solution for when I was crying too much: child-proof the house, lock yourself in your room, and wait for the baby to fall asleep from exhaustion.
My father was fixing an appliance while plugged into 220 and has the skin grafts to prove it. My mother enjoyed telling the story of having to beat at him with a broom to get him to let go of the screwdriver because of galvanic reaction. When the dogs were getting into my mom's irises he put up an electric fence. He bought it off a ranch. It was intended for cattle. Me and my friends discovered that if you grabbed a piece of grass and touched the wires the grass would burst into flame. Then my 4-year-old sister grabbed the fence with both hands and shook like crazy. Apparently coursing 110v across the heart of your daughter was considered a bad enough idea that the electric fence got turned off. At least, until she turned ten. Then it got redeployed to try and keep the new dogs from jumping the new fence. I ended up with a cavalier attitude about electricity as a consequence - if it isn't 220, it isn't dangerous. I'm still a lot more likely to flip the breaker to fix something if there are people watching. If there aren't, I'll probably wing it. It's probably a good thing I got out of electric cars.
My parents are great. I got a solid bit of perspective on this when my mother came through to town to give a "case-study" to the new batch of medical students at the local University. She's been doing this for about a decade or more but this is the only time I've been able to come along to see it, as I now work for the Medical School here. It was an hour of her explaining the issues of raising a child with severe hemophilia (my older brother) - the likelihood of his early death, the terrifying bruising from everday interactions, people seeing the bruising and assuming my parents were beating him, my brother being so accustomed to pain that any new experience had to be braced for (getting his first proper haircut he had to ask first how much pain there would be). She recounted having his treatment filling up the boot of the car, so any family trips would have to be short-lived and always within range of a decent hospital. We shifted towns because the local school wouldn't accept any of us kids there, due to my brother having had blood transfusions and rural NZ assumed that meant he had AIDS - which also meant we all had AIDS. They just kept trucking on. The purpose of the lecture is for the students to hear from someone who isn't medically trained but is extremely knowledgable in one specific facet of medicine (in this case bleeding disorders), to understand what the patient may be going through and what the patient may actually know about their condition that the Dr may overlook. My mother in particular is something special. She helped my father through his depressive episodes when he was younger, she helped me through mine that started in 2014, she raised a child with severe hemophilia who went on to develop and then kick an opioid addiction, she's helping my sister (who is now a single mum) raise her 2yr old son. She takes in exchange students and works two different jobs, she lost 35kg one time through diet and exercise, only to have a stroke weeks after her mother passed away. She recovered from it all and bounces back happier than ever. I'm not even doing it justice, just rambling through some of what she's had to do for our family. Her and dad are brilliant and I'm not skimping on the Christmas pressies this year, that's for sure.There are people with fantastic parents, right? With great memories of childhood they look back on fondly as adults?
🙌 Asshole dads club. A few years ago he gave all the clothes I had in a closet at his house to Goodwill. One example of his behavior Fortunately my mother is amazing. I attribute all of my positive traits to her or her side of the family. I even look like them. My dad is not particularly attractive so win for me. Sad thing is if I had a more stable dad my mom might be the crazy one. Her family tends towards dysfunctional but in a much more manageable way. I have a pretty normal step dad now but he's not without fault. I think he may have taken the fatherly lessons of 1950s television a bit too much to heart
This is exactly the problem I'm dealing with: in my cosmology, my mom was the bad one. My dad, freed from the constraints of his terrible wife, wasn't supposed to be so terrible. About six months after she left him he actually said "we were dealing with a lot of shit when you were born and didn't really have a handle on it until your sister was born. By then you'd moved on and didn't really need us anymore so you never really had any parenting and for that I'm sorry." It was more of a mea culpa as I ever figured possible and reflected a modicum of self-awareness. It appears to have been temporary, however, and these tiny little moments were the fingerholds I was clinging to for a sense of normalcy. And as of Sunday, they have slipped away.
Self-publishing your own indie art poetry chapbooks at home results in a phenomenal amount of paper waste. It’s simply astounding. (Part of my problem is I have a MAC for my personal and Windows for work. I’ve been formatting and working the doc in one word program then trying to send it to and print it from another. Yes, I just admitted I’m trying to steal as much paper, ink and electricity as I can for this thing from work. Sue me. 50 copies of 22 pages is an awful lot and that’s without factoring in for all the draft copies, fucked up print jobs, and well yeah those are my only two major factors but still they are quite significant.) You’d think exporting the file to a pdf and sending it to the other computer would work, but even that isn’t coming out right this morning. I’m trying to print the PDF As a booklet, which adobe has a preset for which is supposed to do just what I need. Welp, the PDF option isn’t working; the printer keeps flipping the pages in the wrong direction so half the book is upside down. I might have to admit defeat with printing most of this at work and bite the bullet and stock up on printer ink. I’ve been able to print correct copies just fine on my Brother. Somehow two weeks ago I managed to print correct copies here at work too but I don’t want to misprint another 22 pages if I’m wrong. 44 pages of straight waste rather kills me. I’m very excited about the book project/relaunch of my Etsy shop that will go along with it. It’s my main free time project right now. the book is finally in final print decent as it’s gonna be and way better than I expected edition. 12 copies already printed and bound but their errors are minor and I’m gonna sell them for $5 each anyway. 38-48ish more to go!
Is there a check/radio box in the print dialog that says something like "flip on short edge" (if your pages are portrait) or "flip on long edge" (if your pages are landscape) by chance?Welp, the PDF option isn’t working; the printer keeps flipping the pages in the wrong direction so half the book is upside down.
So doing that worked on my home computer. Clicking that on my work computer is NOT working. I may have found a successful way to print but I got distracted by doing work things and I have to figure out which printer is the color one now. Using the PDF booklet setting prevents one from clicking around on the “bind on short edge/bind on long edge” option for some reason. Keep your fingers crossed.
I got it printing right but now it refuses to print color, Hagar I decided to just shoot off 12 copies and color the one illustration w/color by hand. It’s one color. I like DIY stuff like this a lot because you can just say fuck it, we’ll do whatever works, I don’t care if I color in 12 red birds by hand and anyone who does care can just go not buy or read it. Imperfections make the thing.
Hi pubski. The art collective in my city is closing its doors after 10 years. Somehow the place managed to operate with literally zero organizational structure for 9 of those years, which is pretty impressive given anarchy isn't supposed to work. The last year had a board which basically existed in name only for the law's sake. I also saw Frank Turner live, which was tight. There was a circle pit. 
I finally got around to uploading my iceland/Faroe Island pictures. I may not be the best photographer but the scenery completely makes up for it. https://www.flickr.com/gp/156901454@N03/3J1s22. Photos were taken with a combination of a rather old Nikon d40 and an iPhone. I have bits and pieces of a trip report if there’s any interest. In other news I worked around 12-14 hours a day for the past week and a half. I thought that I was knocking out stuff left and right, and getting way ahead where I expected to be. Now that I’ve had a rest day I’ve been finding out all the mistakes and errors I made. Solid lesson to sleep more and take my time I guess. I think I may quit this job at the end of my current contract. Change of leadership has completely killed moral across the board. The benefits are just not enough. Not worth the stress and bs.
I was recently in Iceland too! We took a week and drove around the entire outer circle and also spent a night on the Wetmann Islands. I’ve never experienced such raw and diverse beauty. Icebergs, Lava flows, waterfalls in every direction, jagged mountains, lush green moss juxtaposed against black sand beaches.... it was amazing. I want to go back in the winter.
Thanks! I would highly suggest visiting. Iceland is particularly crowded in the golden circle and the southern side of the island, but once you leave that it’s almost empty. It’s such an incredibly unique island. The Faroe Islands trip was probably the best trip I’ve ever been on. Mykines especially was beyond special.
October already? Jeebus. I'm coordinating a project that we do for the European Commission at work. It's a consortium of 7 parties in 5 European countries, trying to collaborate on one big model, basically. What I expected to happen is that we would do our (relatively small) part in this, figure out how to get it to work in the bigger picture and be done with it. What is instead happinging at the moment, in no small part because the timeframe for this project is streched out over two years, is lots of bickering over who has to do what. It probably sounds naive, but I did not expect these kinds of politics. My colleague slash mentor has a lot more experience and he assures me it's par for the course. I'd much prefer a normal collaboration based on what's reasonable and fair, but that seems remote at the moment. I'm leaning into my Machiavellian side and am trying to gain leverage over the others, whilst using my colleague as checks and balances. I'm learning on the job, let's put it like that. Speaking of learning: I just came back from a two-day PostGIS/SQL course. It's very cool to be able to query things in a few lines that would have cost me multiple complex geoprocessing steps with the default tools. I'm hoping I can also start using it as an alternative to my usual Python + Pandas combo for exploring (non-spatial) big datasets. At the very least I can now finally debate the open source crowd with some experience. I think open source can be great, but there's a special kind of contempt among some people for anything that isn't open source and it's neither rational nor productive.
Life in Flux. Thinking of taking a twice a week night class for Jan-Apr to get my Lean Six Sigma Black Belt certification, as paid for by my employer. It would definitely be a hit to my social life, but could be a great professional move and is continued learning, which I'm all about. Meanwhile, I reinjured my ankle during an amazing hike/trail run and am now off running and climbing for at least 21 days. I've decided not to drink until I can comfortably trail run, so it might be a while. I told my girlfriend this, who's immediate reaction was...not what I was hoping for (thinking it's me punishing myself, not understanding why I'm making this decision)...sometimes I don't feel like I'm getting the kind of support I want/need.
I'm a casual drinker, but the social pressure to drink versus not drink really bugs me. Deciding to not drink for a night or a month or a lifetime should be no more notable than getting chips instead of fries with a cheeseburger. It's just one little minor thing.
One of the bars we visit during our tours has been slowly going downhill. First, the awesome manager moved to their new location. And now, with the terraces closing down it’s getting more and more crowded. And unfortunately they’ve been getting worse at getting us seated, and just providing good service in general. It’s unfortunate because we’ve been reliably bringing them 8 people, 3 times a week since April. We have a drink, get out fast and tip well. And it’s always at the same time too. The manager refuses to let us get in touch with the owner. But the shitty part is that there are no other speakeasies in the neighborhood that we can replace them with. I think I’ll start scouting out new neighborhoods next week, because it’s getting more than a little frustrating. And I can’t build my business of the whims of the latest busboy turned manager...
I've started swimming. It's a lot of work and I'm not very good at it, but I'm committed to being able to do a sprint triathlon. Most of those have a 400 meter swim. I can swim 400 meters, eventually, by stopping every lap. I'm trying to slow down, and that's helping. I think I'm wasting a lot of energy. I'm trying to figure out what to do about pools. The nicest pools are also the cheapest but are also the least available: local high school pools have some time they're open to the public. A local gym has a 24/7 pool. Membership is expensive and the pool isn't as nice. But 24/7 is great.
My tip for swimming: use a foam pool buoy if you're working on freestyle swimming. They're less than ten bucks but they helped me massively in developing proper upper body technique. It will feel like you're falling forward, which is the point, as it helps your body be much flatter than you'd otherwise be. And keep at it - swimming in my opinion is one of the few sports where there's a noticable, gradual improvement curve if you just put in the hours.
What do you do with the bouy? Freestyle is what I'm working on. My form feels better already after only four swims, but it definitely needs work.
You put it between your upper legs, as high as feels comfortable (i.e. in a position where you can hold onto it with keeping your legs together). It's usually asymmetrical in shape, the bigger half should be on your belly side. One can get similar results with a foam plank if you want to try it out, but those are much harder to keep between your upper legs.
I swam last night and shared a lane. The other guy suggested keeping my head down. It felt weird but also felt like I had less resistance. I'll have to try the bouy, because I think I'm keeping my head and chest up. When I get everything right, it feels really good. It might only be one or two strokes every other lap, but I can feel it.
It's fluid dynamics at work. Swimming is really about reducing resistance, and there's no better way to do that than to make yourself flatter and longer. Try to extend your arms higher up than you're used to - your lower back should feel like you're getting something from the top shelf. Tight swimwear also helps; one trainer said something along the lines of "you wouldn't go running with a parachute, so why go swimming with baggy pants?". I also prefer to swim with a nose clamp too, but that's a personal preference.
I think I am going to miss one of my goals this year which was swimming 1000 m freestyle without stopping. I base this assessment on the fact that it is October and I haven't really been working towards it. I should start working on it though, it might still be possible. Swimming is nice in that it is hard to injure yourself even while doing things wrong, and in that it is self correcting to a certain extent - you can kind of feel what gives you more forward motion per stroke.
That is a very good point. I think why I set that goal was that I had in some ways stagnated in my swimming. I was swimming 1km every time and I didn't really think that was good enough exercise. And well, this year I am still mostly swimming 1km each time and then calling it a day. A better goal to have would perhaps be to "challenge myself more when swimming". That one is harder to procrastinate on as well.
Just because you might miss it doesn't mean you can't still shoot for it. 750 meters without stopping would still be very impressive. My goal for next year is to do a sprint triathlon. That would have a 400 meter swim. I've gotten out a couple times and stop at each length of the pool. I'm getting better and need less rest, but it's still a struggle. On Saturday I felt a bit of what you said about feeling when the stroke is right. I could feel my arm catch the water. Not every stroke, but it was giving me feedback of what a good stroke feels like.
Running had been improving steadily. More consistency with more endurance than when I stopped for the summer. I have 4 months before the half marathon I signed up for, and am confident I won't collapse embarrassingly at mile 10. I still feel stupid slow, but there's plenty of time for that to improve. I'm 50% slower than I was in middle school. A few months ago I made a post about making raspberry cider, using to many ideas and no experience. It smelled good, like apples and raspberries, but the taste wasn't good. To much acid, and not that interesting. From my further reading it seems many experts think the best approach is to start by growing an orchard, so I slipped up there. I am going to do a few more experiments to see if store bought juice can be made into an acceptable cider base before I start planting trees. I'm not some purist anyway.
I have 13 copies of QUEEN completed and another 13 waiting in the wings to be completed. In the meantime I'd been working on random paper products to beef up the store shelves on Etsy. I think I can take a break for now except for binding Queen. Oh. Well I do have the materials for like 4 more blank books. Or maybe graph paper ones. Queen really needs to go first though. :)
-recording next week -going to red carpet events -feeling happier than I have ever been-sober. -meeting people in the industry -left a concert early and made several people laugh because of a comment I made about their performance -still finding time to study for my certs this winter. I think my life is going better than last week, people.
I started trying to use the site again recently and was annoyed to find out I've lost my posting privileges. I understand they're trying to reduce the issues with spam, but there were a couple links I wanted to share but couldn't because of these issues. What does a guy need to do to get posting privileges again?
and there we go Relevant language: The best part is that the company was caught off guard by this. Had to walk back their initial statement about the contract failing.And as we saw in the 2016 U.S. Presidential election, winning the popular vote does not necessarily win the election when the Constitution requires you to win the Electoral College vote. As Teamsters, we too must abide by the rules in our Constitution. Thus, the National Master UPS Agreement has been ratified.
2) If less than half of the eligible members cast valid ballots, then a two-thirds (2/3) vote of those voting shall be required to reject such final offer and to authorize a strike. The failure of such membership to reject the final offer and to authorize a strike as herein provided shall require the negotiating committee to accept such final offer or such additional provisions as can be negotiated by it.