November 2007 archive

The Stars Hollow Gazette

As some of you may know I’m still an active member of RedState.  The subject comes to mind because in addition to all the Candidate Crap I spent a little time in a diary about RedState that I found uncomfortable.

The diarist was amazed that they could be ‘wasting’ their time talking about anything but politics.

I pointed out that the blurb is “Conservative News and Community.”

Now the reason I still survive is I don’t go there much and never if I disagree about politics.  I talk about sports mostly, I grieved with Streiff about the passing of the F-14 because in Harpoon Phoenix missiles kick ass and you can never have enough.  Leon thinks I’m unserious because I supported Online Integrity, but then again Booman thinks I’m an ass clown so there you go.

You can’t get hung up on civility.

Now by community what I mean is what I was seeking when I joined dK, a place where I could express myself without worrying about pissing everyone off if I happened to let slip that I thought W was an asshole (I have since amended my judgment to war criminal).  I never intended that every waking minute be devoted to that opinion, just that it shouldn’t disqualify me from being an ok person to have it.

At the same time I have the experience to understand that communities are complex structures, and ambition and jealousy and struggles for power are just the way monkeys interact in groups.  Smart monkeys learn to pursue their own banana.

My guiding principle is this- there are no bad opinions, but there are bad actors.

“It is the madness of folly to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice.  Even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war.”- Tom Paine

Thanksgiving Turkey

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The Derek Trucks Band Live at the Egg

It was a cold windy night in Albany, a parking spot was available right outside the Empire State Plaza, a rarity indeed, a quick dash across the smooth marble promenade reveals the Egg uplit, mirroring the shape of the moon above.  Once inside the crowd was happy and energetic, bouncing around, finding friends, or buying a CD or two.  Unbeknownst to me a warm up act was playing called “American Babies”, I guess they are a mix of emo and blues but I didn’t get a chance to hear much.

The lights came on and the stage was prepared for the main act.  A lot of couples, some college kids, many musicians and some neighborhood locals made up the crowd.  This is the most packed I have seen the main theater at the egg.  Energy started to build…the lights dim…out they walk.  Cruising right into a number that most other guitarists would save until they were warmed up Derek did not disappoint. He played rhythm, lead and slide all without a pick. He used the volume button as his only effect, try that at home kids.  

   

Tabasco: Still Struggling, Almost Forgotten

You’ll recall that in late October and early November the state of Tabasco in Mexico had huge floods.

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Women in Villahermosa covered their noses on Sunday because of the stench from the receding flood waters.

The flood, which was very briefly noted in the traditional media, and has faded from the traditional media.

And now there is a serious concern about an outbreak of dengue.

Six million turn out to protest Iraq war

OK, that headline is only true in my dreams.

But on a per capita basis, the equivalent happened on Iraq Moratorium  #3 last Friday in Hayward, Wisconsin.

Hayward, a city of 2,129 in northwestern Wisconsin, is better know as the Musky Capital of the World than as a center of antiwar activism.

But 40 people turned out for a vigil to call for an ending the war and bringing our troops home.

If people in Milwaukee turned out in equal numbers, as a percentage of the population, there would have been 12,000 at the downtown rush hour vigil Friday night.  Instead, there were perhaps 100 at most.

In New York City, there would have been 160,000 in the streets.  In Houston, 42,000.   In  San Jose, 18,000.  And that’s without including any suburban populations.

This inspiring photo, which graces the Iraq Moratorium website, is not from Hayward, but from Sewanee, Tennessee, with a population of 2,335. You can count about 30 people in that small community at last month’s Moratorium.  Its turnout is almost on a par with Hayward’s.

Those kinds of successes, in small town America, are what inspire activists in the antiwar movement and help to keep hope alive as the senseless, endless war continues.  

Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective

Country Joe and the Fish



Love

Last Call

The tonic chord of the last line — that’s our topic.  The tonal and thematic closure of a literary episode found with the right string of words.  The well-struck final sentence of a well-structured novel or essay or even film brings a session of the reader’s consiousness to a close.  Within a definable portion of one’s finite existence, the last line marks the cessation of a who and a when and a what that was spent with a piece of writing.  

Meaning does not stop with the final line, of course; that’s not my claim.  The life of a lived work does not stop when we close the cover for the first time.  A piece of writing is alive after it is read, learned by heart, sometimes, though it need not be learned by heart to live, and then it is alive in us until our death, if it meant a lot to us.  We may return to the work even if we never see it again.

Rather, when I say that the final line, if right, brings an end, what I mean is that an aesthetically, even ethically comprehensible finitude has been created in the space of life.  A mortality in miniature, a totem is there in the soul where before there was none; an object round on all sides (or jagged if that is the author’s purpose) to be studied, kept in one’s spiritual pocket, remembered, cherished, or perhaps disquietedly revered.  A thing with meaning.

How Do You Label?

I can’t get away from Docudharma today.  Every diary has been intriguing.  Commenters are on fire. And I keep generating more questions which beg for conversation.

Plf515 wrote an essay about the use of labels and how we perceive and use them.

Buhdy has been writing about who we are and what we are about.  

NLOB has been contributing to our collective understanding.

Robyn writes so eloquently and heart-wrenchingly and always insightfully about self-identity, inclusiveness and ostracism as an integral part of who she is.

And many others are writing and thoughtfully commenting about us, who we are, what our purpose is and what our contributions are and can be.

To that end, I am interested in learning about:

how you describe yourself

how your describe Docudharma

and

what your perceived discrepancies are between how you are and how you wish to be

how docudharma is and how you wish it to be

Anyone game?

The Secret History of My Foolish Heart

I asked for a horse the Christmas I was four and was not fooled by the black and white wooden facsimile on springy-thingies I got instead.  That was my first brush with heartbreak.  I did not know to consider the children who got squat, and to be grateful.

My next heartbreak was when one of my older brothers told me there was no Santa, this the night before Christmas when I was six.

We lived in Laos when I was eight and I made a deal with my dad to pay for half the price of a horse if I saved up the other half.  Fifty bucks was the going rate for riding horses in Laos, took me nearly a year to save the twenty-five.  Found a horse and paid for it, we were supposed to pick it up in a week once it was saddle broken.  That was a Sunday.  The Sunday I was to take possession I awoke to the sound of machine-gun fire and the rumble of tanks running up and down the road in front of our house.  There had been a coup.  The fighting would rage for another year.  I was not long for Laos and I never saw my horse again.

Weekend News Digest

Weekend News Digest is an Open Thread

From Yahoo News Top Stories

1 OPEC to study effect of dollar on prices

By SEBASTIAN ABBOT, Associated Press Writer

1 hour, 45 minutes ago

RIYADH, Saudi Arabia – OPEC will study the weak U.S. dollar’s effect on the oil cartel’s earnings and investigate the possibility of a currency basket, Iran’s oil minister said Sunday.

“We have agreed to set up a committee consisting of oil and finance ministers from OPEC countries to study the impact of the dollar on oil prices,” Gholam Hussein Nozari told Dow Jones Newswires at a rare heads-of-state OPEC summit.

Iraqi Oil Minister Hussein al-Shahristani also confirmed that the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries was forming the committee, which would “submit to OPEC its recommendation on a basket of currencies that OPEC members will deal with.” He did not give a timeline for the recommendation.

Categories and continua: Are there types of people?

People seem to love to categorize things.  One of the things we love to categorize is other people.  We categorize by sex and gender and race and age and educational level and many many other things.  

Men, women.

Masculine, feminine.

Homosexual, heterosexual.

Black, White, Asian….

Senior citizen, generation X, generation Y, boomer.

Graduate, dropout

Democrat, Republican

Conservative, liberal.

Christian, Jew…..

and so on.

Are any of these categories real?  Do they “carve nature at its joints”? (I forget who came up with that memorable line)

I doubt it.

There are many people who, when asked “Are you male or female?” can only answer ‘No’.  There are people who are masculine or feminine, and there are some who aren’t much of either, and there are some who are so hyper-masculine or feminine that they seem almost parodies of gender roles.  A woman where I work is one-quarter Black, one quarter American Indian, one quarter Scottish, and one quarter a mixture of other European countries; pray tell, what should she mark for ‘race/ethnicity’?  (oh, and she grew up in a Jewish neighborhood and speaks some Yiddish).  

People aren’t born in generations, they’re born in years.  And their attitudes don’t necessarily mesh with any particular ‘generation’.  I was born in 1959.  Does that make me a boomer?

I’ve got a PhD, but I dropped out of law school.  My father has a law degree, but no BA.  The best professor I had in grad school dropped out of his own PhD program.

I count myself a Democrat, and have only once voted otherwise, but there is that once; others have split tickets or changed parties many times.

I’m very very liberal on social issues, somewhat liberal on most economic issues…. but even conservative on some issues.

I was raised Jewish, but am an atheist; of the religions I’ve studied, I find taoism most appealing, but I can’t really call myself a taoist.

and so on.

Pony Party: Sunday music retrospective

Airplane – Encore



Somebody to Love

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