The camping has been fun but I'm burning out on it and I've decided to get an apartment for now.
I'm moving in Wednesday and then I'll have the time and energy to start writing again. So much to comment on!
Hoping all of you are well. I noticed I've completely slipped off the hot blogs list... a cruel bruise to my ego (as though people are going to read the same post for weeks on end...)
Real life adventure story today. Thrills, spills and... okay so it's not thrilling at all. It's at least true!
Thursday morning 5:30 a.m. - surrogate wakes and walks from his (okay, okay, so I'm writing this in third person... shoot me) camp site to the showers to get ready for the day. He sets his Walkman on shelf above the hooks for towels and the like. Dresses and shaves, brushes teeth and leaves for work.
Forgets Walkman.
Thursday morning 6:30 a.m. - surrogate starts working and wants to get back to the audio-book he's been listening to as he does his thing. Realizes he's forgotten his Walkman in the shower stall.
Stays busy all day and doesn't really think about thee Walkman again till he's driving back to the campground. He'd planned on leaving that day for the other side of the state but decides to stay another day as there's more to do.
Goes into the office and pays for another night's camping and is chatting with the campground's owner and his wife and is bothered by the nagging feeling that there's something he wants to mention to them. He even says as much to them.
Everyone laughs about how, as we age, we can't even remember why we've gone to the store, even if the trip was for one particular item... Hah hah...
surrogate leaves the campground again to grab some dinner.
Thursday evening 6:30 p.m. - surrogate is chowing on some soup and a salad at a local family restaurant. Sees a kid with a Walkman on sitting with his parents across the isle.
"Duh", thinks surrogate and immediately calls the campground. He asks the owner's wife if anyone had turned in a Walkman to the office during the course of the day. "No. We'll look when you get back", she says.
surrogate stops at a dollar store for a couple of new citronella candles and the heads back to the campground. After getting back and parking at his campsite, he walks around the lake back toward the office to check on the "Walkman status." On the way he passes the owner who's in a golf cart leading a new arrival to their campsite where they'll set up their enormous trailer, a really cool looking vintage Airstream.
surrogate asks the owner about the Walkman. "No. Haven't seen one. Where'd you lose it?"
"In the shower this morning. I left it by accident. That's what I wanted to ask you about earlier that I couldn't remember."
Owner chuckles in sympathy. "Well, go see if it's around and I'll ask the cleaning crew if they've seen it. There's a place they put things they find."
"Thanks"
surrogate goes up and around the path, walks by the office and then continues on to check in the shower stall, though he's sure that's pointless.
But, there it is. Exactly where he left it.
Cool.
surrogate puts the earplugs in and starts back toward his campsite, stopping at the office to show the owners wife that he got the dumb thing back and to thank her.
Then, walking back toward his site he passes the owner coming back toward the office in the golf cart having gotten the Airstream folks straightened away. surrogate holds up the Walkman gladly and smiles sheepishly.
"Oh good." says the owner. "Where was it?"
"Right where I left it at 5:30 this morning!"
"Wow. That's great." Tom the owner says.
"Yeah. I'm really surprised." says surrogate.
"It sure says something about our campers." Tom says.
Been listening to a lot about the evacuation taking place in the Gaza Strip. I sure feel for everyone involved. Must be awful to be told you simply can't live where your home has been for so long, but in the long run, I think it'll be a good thing.
Heard someone on the radio, some comedian, though I can't remember who, suggest that Israel relocate to the Baja Peninsula, and if the land is sacred, bring some topsoil along... or top-sand, perhaps. Funny I guess.
It's time that Palestinians have their own place. It's just too bad that that little chunk of real estate is considered so all-fired important to everyone who stakes their claim over there.
To me, it's just more of the same silliness that makes people think that every little detail in the Bible is meant for all people for all time. So God gave the land to the Jews. That was then. I understand the sentimentality, but to me, that's all it really is; and yet I support Israel too. Is that a contradiction? Maybe. All I know is that I wish the whole thing could be handled in "Solomon Style." Where, when they're about to cut up the land (baby), the more worthy side would step back and say, "No, it's okay, let them have it. I'd rather they have it then cut it up."
I hate wars - or even conflicts - based on faith or tradition. Sometimes tradition, or whatever word you think would be more appropriate here, are simply excuses to do horrid things for what end up being damn thin reasons.
Oh well. Sorry this hasn't been more interesting, but the whole situation makes me sigh with resignation and some sort of ambivalence.
I want to talk about something that's been bothering surrogate some and something that I hear about from a whole lot of people. Everyone really.
There are times in life when we doubt what we are doing.
We doubt the activity itself. We doubt the decision making processes we used in order to justify the activity. We even doubt whether the purpose for doing whatever it is, is valid in the first place.
And the doubt makes us feel cruddy.
Well. Um. Tough.
How's that?
See, here's the thing. I don't care what it is we happen to be talking about, whether it's a job; a leisure activity; an artistic endeavor or even just a letter we need to write to someone. If you've decided to do something, you might as well do it with joy in your heart and do it to the best of your ability. Bang. Simple. Done.
One of the things about living this life of ours, well, yours anyway, is that it's finite. You only have x number of days on this planet to accomplish whatever it is you're going to accomplish and, let's face it, we all waste way too much time that we don't even mean to, or want to waste with stuff we have no control over (like waiting in lines, or on hold - or whatever.) So, when we decide to spend our time doing something with any sort of decent purpose to it at all, we might as well put our heads and hearts into it with abandon.
Now, is it necessary for me to explain that I'm not talking about bad things here? I mean, I suppose I should throw in a "Hey, if you're thinking about robbing a grocery store or mugging an old woman, um perhaps you needn't be all that joyful about it, and get it out of your head..." No. I'm talking about activities that you know in your conscience are okay to do, but that you yourself are ambivalent about.
Let me just say this: Life is too short to do anything half ass.
If you are working? Work. If you are playing? Play hard. If you love someone? Do it all with all your heart. You a parent? Be one then.
Nothing, and I do mean NOTHING will ever make you sleep sounder, make your "up" times happier and your low times less severe and of shorter duration than to simply start to affecting an attitude of being thorough and enthusiastic in everything you do. And I'm not talking about faking it here either.
Learning to feel this way about things isn't automatic and it doesn't happen overnight. It's a process. But it's also THE process.
(By the way, one of these days, someone remind me to give you my take on all these reality shows... Talk about feeding into accepting mediocrity!)
I swear. It's the reason you're here.
Be good to everyone. Love your friends, enemies and Dad, and go do something well.
I'm camping much of the time right now, running around the state doing weird work, which is why I'm not posting as much as I should. It's been fun playing nomad with the exception that I don't have access to a puter unless I'm near a library (a.) when I happen to be taking a break and (b.) when they're open.
How appropriate that my first story centers around the fact that I've been camping, don't you think? Actually, they both do, though the second one harkens a bit back to my post from a few days ago about the couple on the bus. But, first things first.
I was away from my campsite for the bulk of the day Thursday. I set up my tent at the edge of a little plateau that drops off about fifteen feet at a slope of about thirty degrees. It's kind of a cool spot in that a widely used nature path surrounding a lake is at the bottom of the slope so until dark there are always people walking or rollerblading or biking by, and they usually wave or say Hi as the pass - a pleasant thing. Then when it's dark all you see is the moon rising over the lake. Real pretty.
Thursday I got back to my campsite to see that my tent was turned 90 degrees to how I'd set it up, meaning the entry flaps were on the wrong damn sides!.
I looked inside, however, and at first I though I'd gone crazy since everything was tidy and pretty much as I'd left it. Blankets folded, dirty laundry bag in the corner... but wait. Wrong Corner! Plus, the blankets were not folded the way I fold them; the laundry bag is setting neatly, gathered with the drawstring tightened. Weird, I'd remembered specifically NOT pulling it tight.
No one is around.
A little while later a fellow rode his bike into the campground and stopped at the site next to mine, which had had a tent on it ever since I arrived - but I'd been there for three days and hadn't seen anyone there, meaning whoever was camping there (this fella, as it turned out) either wasn't sleeping in his tent or he or she got up each morning before I did and came in after I'd gone to bed.
I asked the biker about my tent and he started chuckling.
"I had to drag it up the slope. A wind came up and pulled the stakes out of both of our tents and blew them over the ridge. Yours stopped on the path. Mine made it all the way into the lake!" He pointed to his tent which still showed signs of being soaked on one side.
Wow. This fella had dragged my tent all the way back up the slope, reset it, and straightened all my stuff.
Pretty cool.
So then last night, I was happy I'm a man:
It was pouring. I was dry and it was kind of pleasant to be in the tent during the storm. I have a good rain-fly so the inside of the tent was perfectly dry. I've always loved the sound of the rain, except that the old surrogate bladder was making "PAY ATTENTION TO ME" sounds at a pretty high volume, at least loud enough to compete with the falling rain for my attention - and trying to wait out the need to pee, hoping it'll go away, is just something that doesn't really work... at least for me... at least in a rain storm.
So, I did the manly thing. You know, the lazy ass, 'Thank God I'm not a woman' thing - which was to open the exit flap facing the drop off toward the lake and pee like a racehorse over the ridge into the weeds - and, from the comfort of my tent! (I found that affecting a 46.29705 degree angle for the stream seemed to allow for maximum distance - which, I'm proud to say, had to be at least eight to ten feet - though measuring would have necessitated going out into the rain after all, defeating the purpose.)
You'll have to take my word for it.
I'll save the other story, which is a little depressing, for later.
Sorry about not posting much the last week or so. I simply haven't been near a computer much.
I've decided not to leave here. I'd miss all of you too much.
What's strange is that in addition to not being near a computer much, I've also been away from the news most of the time, so I haven't had too many things get into my head about which to thoughfully bitch.
Plus... I'm tired as can be, which is sort of nice actually. I do tired well, especially when I've earned it, which I assure you that lately, I have.
Got a phone call about a week and a half ago that I'd been wanting to receive, only to hear the voice at the other end sound mean and derisive - and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Been thinking about it a lot, and I've come to the conclusion that since there's not much I can do about it, I should just let the person feel as mean as they need to, if it helps them get through the day.
So it goes. Strange though.
I promise that over the weekend, I'll write a couple of posts that will be witty, thought provoking and incredibly brilliant... (at least to me.)
I want to live in a world where all people are trusted with paper towels in public restrooms.
Now I don't want to start something here, but I've noticed that there seems to be some sort of inverse proportion thingy working as to being able to tell how good looking someone is by the number of visible tattoos they show off... As I said, I'm sure there are millions of exceptions, but boy oh boy have I seen some amazingly unattractive people over the past couple of days who seem to be exceptionally proud of the snake/serpent/bird/butter fly/heart/(pick any of a zillion...) that seem to be placed just at the point in the cleavage/butt crack/back of neck/etc. where, if they were wearing a normal shirt or pants - or whatever, we'd all be spared seeing them at all! But NOOOO... I suppose they're gotten to be seen, but for some reason, it seems to be a "Well, I'm not all that attractive, but I got this here tattoo.... now I want you to look at it...LOOK AT IT, DAMN IT!" um... thing.
But then again... I'm probably wrong.
A couple of months ago I was on a lengthy bus trip and I'd made note of an incident in my journal that I'd meant to write about soon thereafter, but I didn't.
A young couple. He recently out of jail; a fact I knew about since he was so proud of the fact that he blabbed about it incessantly. She, just eighteen and clearly infatuated with this rough guy, who seemed to get upset with her every twenty minutes or so, and then would apologize profusely for another ten minutes, which allowed the rest of us silence for ten minutes every half hour or so...
A rest stop. He buys a large cold drink and, since she was sitting in the window seat and was seated before him, he handed the drink to her so he could get arranged before he sat down... He literally jumps into his seat, jarring the arm with which she was holding the cold drink - which, of course spills directly under him as he hits the seat. He jumps swearing, slapping her, "Bitch. Thanks for the wet ass, whore! FUCKKKKK!" He slaps her again.
I, like the rest of the passengers, looked on in horror.
Beyond that, I did nothing.
I sat three feet from where this took place and yet I did nothing.
Said nothing, didn't move.
I was afraid.... and subsequently ashamed.
I wasn't alone, mind you. No one said a word. We all sat "minding our own business."
Wonder what that poor girl's life will be like? Especially if many others, like me, never step in.
This op-ed by Jim Wallis is reprinted from today's edition of The New York Times.
The Message Thing
By JIM WALLIS
Since the 2004 election, there has been much soul-searching and hand-wringing, especially among Democrats, about how to "frame" political messages. The loss to George W. Bush was painful enough, but the Republicans' post-election claims of mandate, and their triumphal promises to relegate the Democrats to permanent minority status, left political liberals in a state of panic.
So the minority party has been searching, some would say desperately, for the right "narrative": the best story line, metaphors, even magic words to bring back electoral success. The operative term among Democratic politicians and strategists has become "framing." How to tell the story has become more important than the story itself. And that could be a bigger mistake for the Democrats than the ones they made during the election.
Language is clearly important in politics, but the message remains more important than the messaging. In the interests of full disclosure, let me note that I have been talking to the Democrats about both. But I believe that first, you must get your message straight. What are your best ideas, and what are you for - as opposed to what you're against in the other party's message? Only when you answer those questions can you figure out how to present your message to the American people.
Because the Republicans, with the help of the religious right, have captured the language of values and religion (narrowly conceived as only abortion and gay marriage), the Democrats have also been asking how to "take back the faith." But that means far more than throwing a few Bible verses into policy discussions, offering candidates some good lines from famous hymns, or teaching them how to clap at the right times in black churches. Democrats need to focus on the content of religious convictions and the values that underlie them.
The discussion that shapes our political future should be one about moral values, but the questions to ask are these: Whose values? Which values? And how broadly and deeply will our political values be defined? Democrats must offer new ideas and a fresh agenda, rather than linguistic strategies to sell an old set of ideologies and interest group demands.
To be specific, I offer five areas in which the Democrats should change their message and then their messaging.
First, somebody must lead on the issue of poverty, and right now neither party is doing so. The Democrats assume the poverty issue belongs to them, but with the exception of John Edwards in his 2004 campaign, they haven't mustered the gumption to oppose a government that habitually favors the wealthy over everyone else. Democrats need new policies to offer the 36 million Americans, including 13 million children, who live below the poverty line, as well as the 9.8 million families one recent study identified as "working hard but falling short."
In fact, the Democrats should draw a line in the sand when it comes to wartime tax cuts for the wealthy, rising deficits, and the slashing of programs for low-income families and children. They need proposals that combine to create a "living family income" for wage-earners, as well as a platform of "fair trade," as opposed to just free trade, in the global economy. Such proposals would cause a break with many of the Democrats' powerful corporate sponsors, but they would open the way for a truly progressive economic agenda. Many Americans, including religious voters who see poverty as a compelling issue of conscience, desire such a platform.
Similarly, a growing number of American Christians speak of the environment as a religious concern - one of stewardship of God's creation. The National Association of Evangelicals recently called global warming a faith issue. But Republicans consistently choose oil and gas interests over a cleaner world. The Democrats need to call for the reversal of these priorities. They must insist that private interests should never obstruct our country's path to a cleaner and more efficient energy future, let alone hold our foreign policy hostage to the dictates of repressive regimes in the Middle East.
On the issues that Republicans have turned into election-winning "wedges," Democrats will win back "values voters" only with fresh ideas. Abortion is one such case. Democrats need to think past catchphrases, like "a woman's right to choose," or the alternative, "safe, legal and rare." More than 1 million abortions are performed every year in this country. The Democrats should set forth proposals that aim to reduce that number by at least half. Such a campaign could emphasize adoption reform, health care, and child care; combating teenage pregnancy and sexual abuse; improving poor and working women's incomes; and supporting reasonable restrictions on abortion, like parental notification for minors (with necessary legal protections against parental abuse). Such a program could help create some much-needed common ground.
As for "family values," the Democrats can become the truly pro-family party by supporting parents in doing the most important and difficult job in America: raising children. They need to adopt serious pro-family policies, including some that defend children against Hollywood sleaze and Internet pornography. That's an issue that has come to be identified with the religious right. But when I say in public lectures that being a parent is now a countercultural activity, I've found that liberal and conservative parents agree. Rather than fighting over gay marriage, the Democrats must show that it is indeed possible to be "pro-family" and in favor of gay civil rights at the same time.
Finally, on national security, Democrats should argue that the safety of the United States depends on the credibility of its international leadership. We can secure that credibility in Iraq only when we renounce any claim to oil or future military bases - something Democrats should advocate as the first step toward bringing other countries to our side. While Republicans have argued that international institutions are too weak to be relied upon in the age of terrorism, Democrats should suggest reforming them, creating a real International Criminal Court with an enforcement body, for example, as well as an international force capable of intervening in places like Darfur. Stronger American leadership in reducing global poverty would also go a long way toward improving the country's image around the world.
Until Democrats are willing to be honest about the need for new social policy and compelling political vision, they will never get the message right. Find the vision first, and the language will follow.
surrogate here... writing from a foreign computer today... weird keyboard... watch for tyyypppos.
So then, I just read that Martha Stewart may have broken her house arrest for yoga class... you go girl!
Martha went to jail for lying to FBI agents over a few thousand bucks.
John Bolton lied to FBI agents about intelligence that may have kept the war from ever taking place...and was promoted to Ambassador to the U.N.
The Senate Democrats (and a few Republicans) asked for some papers that might have made Mr. Bolton look bad and the white house said they were secret... too sensitive to release.
Information that WAS classified, (the fact that Valerie Plame was an undercover CIA agent - clearly marked in the file from which the information was gleaned) is passed on to three different reporters by Karl Rove and Scooter Libby... but President Bush has decided that rather than letting prudence rule the day and asking the both of them to step aside, at least until the investigation is complete, instead has taken the position that he won't do anything about it until he's forced to.
Now... here's the rub.
The pattern of using different standards to deal with different issues involving similar sorts of infractions has become stock and trade for the current power structure, but I think it's a gong to bite them in the behind real soon.
I was talking to an old friend who's a minor Republican mucky-muck (big in local politics) who's been a staunch Bush supporter from day one, and he told me that the support is eroding fast, especially among older Republicans, and the feeling that's taking over, and being talked about openly now - even at official events - is disgust.
He also said that he thinks that if it wouldn't look like such a sign of weakness, many many House and Senate Republicans would abandon GW at the drop of a hat, but that if they do, they're afraid they'll loose their majority in 2006...so they keep bailing water.
These were all things that came up:
The stem cell thing, (a great majority of my friend's friends support the current bill and do not want Bush to veto it)...
Disgust over the Plame/Wilson debacle...
The Downing Street memo...
The deficit...
The virtually non-existent support for our troops both while in Iraq and when they come home...
Even Bush's vacation!
He says that about the only people left who totally and sincerely support the administration are the "the oblivious, the obtuse, and the assholes."
John Bolton is now the United States Ambassador to the United Nations.
Honest.
Our President made a recess appointment since the Senate had the audacity to ask for information that would have shown this fella in a negative light even brighter (or darker) than in what his testifying detractors tried to (virtually) unanimously paint him.
"There's no such thing as the United Nations. If the U.N. secretary building in New York lost 10 stories, it wouldn't make a bit of difference."
This is the guy who now represents the U.S. in the very organization for which he has no respect. The rest of his speech (from which the famous quote above is taken) is even more divisive, arrogant and worthy of your reading time if you feel like it.
Anyone who can think that this is the right man for this job has blinders on so long and thick, that they might as well be not looking forward at all.
We do live in a country that is being run by men who care nothing for the future of this world, or even this country. It's simply a fact.
Ever meet "born again" Christians who blatantly ignore the way their bad behavior impacts those around them - presumably because since they find themselves "forgiven" that they think they can do no wrong? I'm not trying to paint with a broad brush here, but I can tell you that some of the most callous people I've ever run across fit into this category.
That's the way these men run this country and make decisions on our behalf. They act as though since they believe so strongly in their political philosophy (as well as so many of them professing their twisted idea of Christianity) that they not only feel that they can do no wrong, but that anyone who disagrees with them are simply not worth listening to, and should be summarily ignored, and treated as so much dead skin to be sloughed off at their leisure.
In the end, by the way, these men, and especially John Bolton, see the entire the rest of the world as eczema, or psoriasis, plus... evidently the jerk liked to be rough with his wife.
Read up on this guy - and if you like? ignore the accusations... just read what HE'S said. You won't believe it.