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“I have no doubt, none at all, that we are
in the midst of a global warming, or,
as I prefer to call it, spring.”

- Dick Cheney

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

New to the Blogroll: Away With Words
Regular visitors here know that reading a well-turned phrase has an endorphin-like affect on me. I have recently come across a blog that threatens to send me into a blissful stupor of chocolate-factory proportions. That blog is Away With Words and I couldn't wait to add it to my "Night Lights" blogroll.

The blogger is Nancy Friedman, and she describes herself as "...chief wordworker of Wordworking, a name developer, corporate copywriter, and recovering journalist. She swims in San Francisco Bay and bakes in her Oakland, California, kitchen."

The blog focuses on "names, brands, writing, and the quirks of the English language" and is a witty and aesthetic take on our culture and the joys (and tears) of the English language (think "Eats, Shoots and Leaves" with an American sense of humor.) In addition to the breezy posts, Away With Words has the most distracting blogroll I've ever come across. Check it out!
Blogging before there were blogs

"And though nobody should read me, have I wasted time in entertaining myself so many idle hours in so pleasing and useful thoughts? In moulding this figure upon myself, I have been so often constrained to temper and compose myself in a right posture, that the copy is truly taken, and has in some sort formed itself; painting myself for others, I represent myself in a better colouring than my own natural complexion. I have no more made my book than my book has made me: 'tis a book consubstantial with the author, of a peculiar design, a parcel of my life, and whose business is not designed for others, as that of all other books is."

Michel de Montaigne

Today's Writer's Almanac reports the birthday of Michel de Montaigne, the literary creator of relatively short, written personal observations that he called "essays":

It's the birthday of the great essayist Michel de Montaigne, born in Périgueux, France (1533). His father was a wealthy landowner. Montaigne went off to college and became a lawyer, but his father died when Montaigne was 38 years old. And so he retired to the family estate and took over managing the property. And it was there that he began to write. He wrote short pieces on various topics, and he called them "essays," because the French word "essai" means attempt.

He lived at a time when religious civil wars were breaking out all over the country — Protestants and Catholics killing each other. The Black Plague was ravaging the peasants in his neighborhood; he once saw men digging their own graves and then lying down to die in them. Still, while he occasionally wrote about big subjects like hatred and death, he also wrote about the most ordinary things, like his gardening or the way radishes affected his digestion. He wrote about sadness, idleness, liars, fear, smell, prayer, cannibals, and thumbs, among other things.

Michel de Montaigne wrote, "The most certain sign of wisdom is cheerfulness."

Many modern bloggers follow the same model, offering personal observations on faith, politics (modern cannibalism) and people digging their own graves, mixed with gardening tips and cat-blogging, which de Montaigne also invented: "When I play with my cat, who knows whether she isn't amusing herself with me more than I am with her?"

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

How many kilowatts does it take to light up a dim bulb?
Al Gore has an inconvenient light bill, twenty times higher than the national average.

As the Night Writer is fond of saying, "Everything is illuminated..."
Close your eyes and pray
Some things you don't want to see:

  • Sidney Ponson ahead of you in the buffet line.


  • Al Gore on the judging panel at your Science Fair.


  • John Murtha packing your parachute.


  • Norm Coleman on your side.


  • Rulon Gardner signing up for your camping trip.


Monday, February 26, 2007

Two Mexicos, two stories

There's in interesting confluence between Chad the Elder's post today on Fraters Libertas and an article in the Washington Times, also from today. The globe-trotting Chad, currently in Chihuahua, recounts a rant by his Mexican host describing the "two Mexicos" and his opinion that the Mexicans working in the U.S. are not the same as those back home:

"Let me tell you something; they're not real Mexicans. You see, there are two Mexicos. This...us...here...THIS is the real Mexico. Them? They're not really Mexican."

Those in the States may be different, but they are a significant percentage of the population, according to the Times article: more than 10 percent of the Mexican population is currently in the U.S., including more than 14 percent of the country's workforce, and they send home $23 billion a year. Nevertheless, some of those back home are lonely:

Mexican wives want U.S. to return husbands
By Stephen Dinan
THE WASHINGTON TIMES
February 26, 2007

The women of Tecalpulco, Mexico, want the U.S. government to enforce its immigration laws because they want to force their husbands to come back home from working illegally in the United States.

They have created an English-language Web page where they identify themselves as the "wetback wives" and broadcast their pleas, both to their men and to the U.S. government.

"To the United States government -- close the border, send our men home to us, even if you must deport them (only treat them in a humane manner -- please do not hurt them)," it reads.

In poignant public messages to their husbands, the women talk about their children who feel abandoned, and worry that the men have forsaken their families for other women and for the American lifestyle.

"You said you were only going to Arizona to get money for our house, but now you have been away and did not come back when your sister got married," one woman writes to a man named Pedro. "Oh how I worry that you have another woman! Don't you love me? You told me you love me."

It's a stark reminder of an often forgotten voice in the U.S. immigration debate -- the wives, children, parents and villages left behind as millions of workers come to the U.S., many of them illegally. The plea also underscores the dual effects of migration on Mexico: Its economy needs American jobs as an outlet for workers, but determined, able-bodied workers get siphoned out of Mexico.

More than 10 million Mexican-born people, or nearly one out of every 10, was living in the United States in 2005. And as a percentage of the work force it's even higher: One in seven, or 14 percent, were here, according to the Migration Policy Institute. The institute said 77 percent of Mexican workers in the U.S. were younger than 45, and 70 percent were men.

Villages devoid of men between 20 and 50 are common in many parts of the country. The stories of single mothers struggling to raise their children are just as frequent.

...

But for now, Mexico is also addicted to the influx of cash. In 2006, Mexican workers in the United States sent $23 billion back to their families in Mexico, an amount that rivals Mexico's foreign income from oil sales.

All in all, it sounds like a theme that can turn Kevin Ecker into a "family values" guy.

Snow, mobile
Yesterday, as almost all of you know, it snowed about a foot-and-a-half. Since my parents were gone, he Mall Diva was able to park her rear-wheel-drive car in the garage overnight. We couldn't get out the next morning, however, because the plow man hadn't come yet. We had to get to church, because MD is in the band, and I work in the bookstore!

After about ten minutes of shoveling, we decided to try and get MD's car back to garage. Ten more minutes of shoveling and rubber burning, and we managed it. We then ran two blocks to church, then walked the last two blocks. It's hard to run carrying bags containing Bibles and shoes! We finally made it to church.

When we got home (we hitched a ride), Mom's car was in our driveway. Stuck. Oh, the humanity!!! But it didn't require too much work, Dad and a couple of neighbors rocked the car back onto the plowed street and parked it.

Then, when we wanted to go cross-country skiing, the place that we went to was closed for the season! It's February, for Pete's sake!!! What's going on, global warming? It just snowed, we want to go skiing, and you're closed! What's the big idea?!

O.k., I'll try to calm down now.

Ciao for now!
Breaking up is hard to do
The young woman sat across from me, looking a little nervous or, perhaps, just excited and not wanting to let it show too much. "You're not meeting my needs," she said, "and I can't go on like this. Plus, there's this other guy...and I think we're going to be very happy together."

Well, actually she didn't say that exactly, but that's kind of the way it sounded. Moments before she'd shown up with that "We need to talk" look, and handed me The Envelope. It was clean, white and absolutely neutral in all things but I knew in a single heart-stopping instant what it was, and what it meant. Guys always talk about how it came "out of the blue" or that they "didn't have a clue", but the fact is, deep down, we all sense that it's just a matter of time. I knew what was coming; the sleepless nights, distracted conversations, morose pity-parties, the random outbursts, perhaps even some heavy drinking. But that was all ahead; first things first. "Have a seat," I said, glad that I was already sitting down.

What she really said, in more or less this order, was "There are no opportunities for me here, and I have to make a career move." And that "other guy"? It was another company, offering more money and more opportunities. Yes, this all took place at work a couple of weeks ago when my sole staff person handed me her letter of resignation and two weeks' notice. Our relationship was all business, but after six years together it was hard for her announcement not to take on some "break-up" overtones, and also hard for it not to feel a little like a personal rejection. Oh, sure, there were the "it's been fun, I learned a lot, I loved the company and didn't want to leave" affirmations to soften the blow but also, maybe, just a hint that if only I'd "done" something it wouldn't have come to this. Or maybe that's just my perception based on manager's guilt (I'll let you know after therapy).

It was inevitable, however. My particular division in this global company is very profitable but pretty flat in terms of organizational structure, and while she was a top performer who had taken on more and more responsibilities over the years there really wasn't much opportunity for advancement, especially since my absent-mindedness hasn't (so far) extended to crossing the street without first looking both ways. Oh well, at least we can still be friends, right?

Anyway, my workload has leapt substantially as I try to manage my own projects plus all the other things our unit is responsible for, while also trying to hire a new person or devise a rational way to farm the responsibilities out to others. Along with that, of course, my phone is ringing off the hook, emails are piling in, and people are popping their head in my office saying, "I tried to call you — why aren't you answering your phone?" While I was talking to one such person standing in my doorway today, another walked by behind him, pointed at me and did that thumb-and-pinky telephone pantomime.

I've got a strong suspicion that 9-to-5 ain't going to get it done, at least for the next few weeks. I'm going to try to keep updating this blog on a daily basis because I enjoy it, but I make no guarantees that posts will be up to my usual standards, pitiable as these may be.

Friday, February 23, 2007

My own "Everything is Illuminated"

This weekend is our church's annual "Sweetheart Weekend". I'm not here, I'm there — with my sweetheart.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Forget rabbits, or even Muskrat Love


A guinea pig called Sooty had a night to remember after escaping
from his pen and tunneling into a cage of 24 females.

He romanced each of them in turn and yesterday was the proud
father of 43 offspring.

Staff at Little Friends Farm in Pontypridd, South Wales,
have now secured Sooty’s pen – and begun looking for homes
for the guinea pigs.

His owner, Carol Feehan, said “I’m sure a lot of men will
be looking at Sooty with envy.”

“We knew he had gone missing after wriggling through the
bars of his cage. We looked everywhere but never thought
of checking the pen where we keep 24 females. We did a
head count and found 25 guinea pigs – Sooty was fast asleep
in the corner.

“He was absolutely shattered. We put him back in his pen
and he slept for two days.”


So Sooty's a guinea pig? I wonder what they were testing on him — an ED drug ... or perhaps a new aftershave?

Caption Contest: Write a caption for Sooty's photo above and post it in the Comments. Examples: "Hey, Pretty Mama, have you lost weight?" or "Child support? What do you mean child support?"

(HT: Samantha Burns)

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Tiger Lilly's open thread

Hi, peeps!

I really don't have anything to post about, except for my recent birthday, but that's already been done twice by my Dad and Uncle Ben. Just because the Mall Diva posted approximately 5,000,000 times about her birthday last year, that doesn't give me an excuse to do the same.

ANYWAY, I propose an open thread (the first ever done by me, so excuse me if it's not good).

So — Ta-dah! — Tiger Lilly's First Open Thread: (post a comment below on any subject that you want.)

Ciao for now!
Filings: What sayest thou?
A friend of mine offers this commentary to my recent post about Pastor Mac Hammond, Living Word Christian Center and CREW (Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington):

Are you saying the end justifies the means? That because Mac and the church have done good things we should look the other way? That it's not anyone's business if they're lining their pockets by fleecing willing congregants who think every dollar gets them closer to the Kingdom of Heaven? In the Strib article, Hammond says, "It's impossible to bless someone else or be a blessing if you have nothing to bless them with." So better to have a jet than a schoolbus. Better to have a Lexus than a 1998 Taurus. Better to have a $500,000 retreat than some housekeeping cabins. It's like Steve Martin in "The Jerk" . . . this is all I need. These condos in Florida, this Porsche, my kids on the payroll and so on. You seem to shrug and let him off the hook by saying if he is up to no good, he'll be judged. If he is indeed running some kind of pseudo-religious Ponzi scheme, shouldn't his actions be exposed to the light of day sooner than later, even if you disagree with the media outlet that's holding the lantern?

Actually, what I was saying was that the timing and sudden interest the Strib took in Living Word and Mac Hammond's message (which he has been preaching since 1980, and from the pulpit of his huge building since 1998) was more about the newspaper being offended by his politics than his doctrine, but that may just be a biased assumption on my part. Perhaps I should wait for more evidence than just a circumstantial connection between the stories the newspaper ran, the complaint filed by CREW, and Pastor Hammond's public endorsement of a candidate much reviled by the Strib's editorial board and left-leaning watchdog groups.

Perhaps, from my own experience I am too judgmental and suspicious of those watching out for us, of whom author Mark Helprin once wrote, "The dog who protects sheep quickly learns how to direct them, and it becomes a habit. The people have been trained by their watchmen to jump, and to trample what the watchmen want trampled."* Hence, I can look at the situation and think, "Something smells fishy."

Similarly, there may be those who will readily assume a pastor or a church is fleecing a "conned"-gregation into thinking it can buy its way into Heaven because the reported facts look suspicious, even if all that has been presented is a careful marshaling of facts and innuendo while the newspaper carefully avoids making any direct accusation of wrong-doing. Why wouldn't someone reading the story think, regarding the church, that "Something smells fishy?"

So, obviously, there can be differences of opinion based on perspective. I will, however, address the underlying question in the comment above as well as the actual question asked at the end (while also indirectly responding to other comments on the original post).

I don't claim to be a great Biblical scholar, but I do have more than a passing acquaintance with the so-called "Prosperity Gospel" attributed to Pastor Hammond (also known, less charitably, by critics as "name it and claim it"). I won't issue a judgment on Hammond because, as I said before, I don't know what he is actually preaching. I do know, however, from scripture and — most significantly to me — my own experience that material as well as spiritual blessings have overtaken my family and I because we give liberally (admittedly, about the only thing we do "liberally"). We have good incomes, a nice house, nice things, and we tithe off of everything we receive, and give a similar amount in alms and other offerings, and are still able to put aside money for the future. Other people may have bigger incomes, nicer houses, more things, etc. without being givers, but we have seen amazing (some might say miraculous) connections between what we've given and the things we've received. When we give thanks for our meals we often include 2 Corinthians 9:8, "God is able to give us everything we need to live life in abundance and to give into every good work." Unlike the world, we're not just receiving from those who we've given to or vice-versa.

Some might say we live too well. We could, I suppose, get by with a smaller home, even older cars and without that new HDTV and home theater system, and give the money to the poor (or pay even higher taxes). Yet in a smaller house we never would have been able to take in the people we've taken in over the years, or hold the home church meetings on Friday nights; our vehicles are used to get us and others to places we need to be in order to be a blessing; and I'm going to bring the boys from the Fundamentals in Film class into my basement to watch this week's movie (ok, that last part may be because I want to see them jump when the artillery hits more than because I want to bless them).

Or we could have kept for ourselves all that we've given and, theoretically, have even more stuff. It may be counter-intuitive, but I don't think so. Proverbs 11:24 says, "One man gives freely, yet gains even more; another withholds unduly, but comes to poverty." Giving and receiving and giving again is how we live. It's not the be-all and end-all of our "creed" but it is something we've tried to help others to apply in their lives. As Mac Hammond said, "It's impossible to bless someone else or be a blessing if you have nothing to bless them with." There are certainly times when warm thoughts, open arms and fervent prayers can be a tremendous blessing, but it's also valuable to send someone off with a hot meal or a new coat on behalf of our Father who loves us and would not "give us a stone when we ask for bread."

So, count me among those who think it is an important part of the Christian life to be a cheerful giver (see 2 Corinthians 9:7), and as someone who has seen it bear fruit in my life. Does Mac Hammond have more fruit in his life than me? Apparently. Does he deserve it? That's between him and God and his congregation, and my opinion doesn't enter into their relationship and, in fact, could hurt my own relationship with God. I have no idea what percentage of the money that comes in to Living Word goes to Mac Hammond and no interest or say in what he choses to spend it on because there is no accountability between the two of us. It would seem, however, that those who do have a mutual accountability with him are well satisfied with the arrangement.

It is certainly obvious what the church is doing with the bulk of the money. If you go to Living Word's Outreach page there is an impressive list of ministries and programs to people of all social classes, and all around the world. Missions, schools, a thrift store, a rehab clinic, a Christian night club (where youth can be edified as well as entertained instead of being left to seductions of the culture), and much more, plus a large staff to minister and administer these things as well as to the the people who come into the church itself. There's always the risk that Hammond and the church love money — or it could be that they love what the money can do.

Of course, newspapers, businesses and governments all love what money can do as well, and they ask for it all the time. Each of us, individually, also has a powerful appreciation for what money can do for us. Cultivating a proper attitude toward money and seeing it as our servant instead of our master is a challenge and stirs up strong emotions and reveals strongholds in our lives. I remember several years ago that a man left our church saying, "All they're interested in is your money." A little while later he was found to have been embezzling money from his business. Interesting what he thought he was hearing, isn't it?

I know that it is common for certain ministries to ask for money by referring to the Parable of the Sower in Matthew 13:8, "some seeds fell on fertile (good) soil and produced a crop that was thirty, sixty, and even a hundred times as much as had been planted." These ministries will say that they are "good soil" and worth supporting. I typically don't give to these because Matthew 13:23 says that the "good soil" is our hearts that receive the word, not the ministry that receives the money. Further, if my heart is good, then even if I give to the wrong place I can still reap a benefit well out of proportion to what I've sown.

No doubt, as with any church, there are legitimate reasons for people not to like Mac Hammond and Living Word. They may be put off by the large size and prefer something more personal. They may find the teaching too different from what they are accustomed to, or too challenging to their own comfort zone. They may consider it completely heretical. They might turn out to be right, but I can be nonchalant about it and let Mac "off the hook" simply because I'm not the one with the hook in the first place. As Matthew 13:24 goes on to say:

Here is another story Jesus told: "The Kingdom of Heaven is like a farmer who planted good seed in his field. But that night as everyone slept, his enemy came and planted weeds among the wheat. When the crop began to grow and produce grain, the weeds also grew. The farmer's servants came and told him, `Sir, the field where you planted that good seed is full of weeds!'

"`An enemy has done it!' the farmer exclaimed. `Shall we pull out the weeds?' they asked.

"He replied, `No, you'll hurt the wheat if you do. Let both grow together until the harvest. Then I will tell the harvesters to sort out the weeds and burn them and to put the wheat in the barn.'"

God's word is the seed and brings the wheat into our lives, though there might be enemies and weeds in and around it. When the time comes, the light from the fire that burns those weeds will overwhelm whatever feeble lantern might be trying to illuminate those weeds — and I'm pretty sure I don't want to be holding that lantern when it happens.


*From the chapter entitled "The Machine Age" in Winter's Tale.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Job counseling...

... tips are posted over at Solid Rocks.
I am surrounded
The HDTV guy finally showed up Friday afternoon to hook up the new dish and bring me into the 21st century. I've just spent my first weekend with 1080 resolution (whatever that is) and a surround-sound home theater. So, what did I watch?

Golf, mostly. The Nissan Open from Los Angeles was broadcast in HD by CBS, and the experience was amazing and especially heightened my enjoyment of watching Phil Mickelson kack up another tournament. (I don't know what it is specifically about Mickelson — the smirk, the false sincerity, the ugly logos — but I just can't stand the guy. No doubt his epic and predictable brain-farts are quite painful to him and I know I shouldn't take such satisfaction in his travails, but I can't help it; he's the Joe Biden of the PGA.)

Anyway, the super-sharp picture resolution showed every dimple on the ball and every blade of grass around the hole as "Lefty" lipped out yet another short putt. It let me see the little flecks of vomit still on Phil's golf shoes since the U.S. Open. It let me clearly see the bull logo printed on Sergio Garcia's golf ball (and what is with the horrible commercials trying to establish this mis-shaven Spaniard into a trashy sex symbol? The commercials use double-entendres so heavy-handed pro wrestling wouldn't even touch them). There's more to high-def than just the picture, though. Additional sounds are picked up and transmitted from the extra microphones around the course and in the crowd, leading to some pretty interesting effects, especially if you've got a home theatre set-up. The sound of a driver crushing a ball is explosive and seems to come from behind you. The applause and cheers of the crowd sound as if you're standing right in the middle of the gallery.

This isn't always such a good thing. On one long putt the golfer had no sooner started the putt on its way when some jack-ass, apparently standing right next to a microphone, shouted "IN THE HOLE!" from immediatley behind my left shoulder. I jumped and reflexively lashed out in that direction with a back-handed karate chop, saying "IN THE ADAM'S APPLE!" I wish the clown had actually been standing there. I don't understand the appeal of this "cheer" except to get yourself "on" TV. Do the jokers who do this stupid thing go to work the next day and brag, saying "Did you hear me on number 14? I shouted 'YOU DA MAN!' or "IN THE HOLE!" when Tiger marked his ball." No one's ever said that to me at work, and if they did I'd probably say, "Oh, that was you? IN THE ADAM'S APPLE!"

All in all, though, I'm really liking this new technology even if it was kind of expensive, and even though I am discovering some hidden costs. One of the things I watched on the new system yesterday was one of the "Band of Brothers" DVDs. It was the episode where the men are freezing in foxholes around Bastogne. There was a quiet scene where a couple of guys were hunkered down, softly reminiscing about home or some such. I even turned the sound up to follow the conversation, when all of a sudden an artillery shell exploded right behind them (and me).

Now I've got to buy a new couch.
One year to go

"Write without pay until somebody offers to pay you.
If nobody offers within three years, sawing wood
is what you were intended for."


— Mark Twain

Friday, February 16, 2007

The Terrible Twos

There were a lot of things I didn't know about blogging when I started out two years ago today. I didn't know how long I could keep it up, what I would write about, what my "voice" would be, if anyone would ever come by to read this and, if so, if they'd ever come back.

Today, I still don't know how long I'll keep this up or what I'm going to write about next week. I do know that people come here, and in gradually increasing numbers — but I'm not sure what topic or style explains the attraction. As to my voice, Craig Westover told me at my first trip to Keegan's that it takes a little while to find it; two years in and most of the time I still feel as if I'm just clearing my throat, careening from topic to topic with apparent (to me) randomness. I read somewhere that if you want to grow your readership you have to find a niche and pound it. I don't know, sounds kind of boring to me.

Not that I don't want readers, mind you. I know some bloggers make it a point of fierce pride that they don't care how many readers they get, or they stopped looking at the Site Meter ages ago. Not me. There's not much in the way of compensation for running a blog, and the number of daily unique visitors is one of the easiest ways to get a little affirmation in order to keep the juices flowing. I blog mainly to keep the writing gears lubricated and because I've come to enjoy the daily hunt for a topic and the puzzle-solving aspect of fashioning a post from an idea that has occurred to me or from an issue that stimulates me. I've made it a point of discipline to try to average at least a post a day here and frankly there are days that I wouldn't even try to rise to the challenge except I hate the thought of someone making a point of coming here and there not being something new to read.

Some days I'll try to go for a laugh; other days I'll take a more serious approach (and I hope you can tell the difference). Other days I just stand back and let the Mall Diva or Tiger Lilly do their thing, and they've brought their own following, based on the increase in traffic since they started (to boost traffic, add young women — who knew?).

Anyway, I'm going to keep blogging for now, and checking the Site Meter a couple of times a day. Comments and links are even more "affirming" than traffic, but this isn't the type of blog that seems to attract a lot of either, unless one of the girls is posting. Oh well, at least it's not holding me back from my daily routine!

I know I see certain locations and ISPs over and over, so I'll tell you what: if you're a regular reader but one who has seldom or never commented here, and you want to offer a Blogiversary present, please leave a comment below. It doesn't have to be fancy or effusive, but let me know you're out there, and maybe say how you found this blog in the first place and/or what topic or expectation brings you back. Come on, I put hundreds of words a day here, you can at least spare me a dozen! (Ooops, sorry, didn't mean to sound like MPR in the middle of pledge week there).

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Where there's smoke, find out who's trying to blow it into your eyes
I've had some comments percolating inside me since Sunday regarding the Pastor Mac Hammond story in the StarTribune and the subsequent follow-up articles, but a crises at work (I'm losing a valued employee) and a crisis at home (the illness and departure of our cat) have distracted me from giving this the attention required. Meanwhile, others have also been weighing in (good posts here and here).

My thoughts are the religious angle is but a common and convenient smokescreen to the real issue.

First, let's deal with the smoke.

You know you're not supposed to pick a fight with someone who buys ink by the barrel, right? Run afoul of the media's sensitivities or business interests (especially locally) — say, if you happen to own a piece of land that the city covets for a ball park development and you brazenly hold out for market price — and you can expect to be denounced in boldface type in stories and by communists columnists. If you're a church that's guilty of offending the media (I'll get to that offense in a minute), and don't fit into the mainstream, reliably liberal denominational mode they'll try to make you look like Fred Phelps or Jim Bakker, depending on which fits the template or best serves the purpose.

In this case, since Pastor Hammond (interestingly enough, the Strib never refers to him as Pastor, Reverend or any other religious title in its story) of Living Word Christian Center is flamboyant and possesses many material goods that come with a high standard of living and preaches on prosperity then the angle of attack is that Mac Hammond = Jim Bakker, in much the same way that Iraq = Viet Nam, regardless of any fundamental differences there might be. Living Word is described as a "name it and claim it" church, though there's nothing in the church's statement of doctrine, or in the list of books written by Hammond's wife, Lynne that suggests this is the main focus of the ministry.*

While it's always interesting to see whether the Sunday School drop-outs in the media can out-do their clerical targets in taking scriptures out of context, it is a disingenous argument. First, there is nothing inherently noble about being either rich or poor, even though our society idolizes and gawks at the rich (while supposedly hating them) while merely giving lip service to the poor. In fact, all people are inherently sinful (yes, even the good people) and need to be saved and ministered to. Neither the rich or the poor are saved or condemned by their financial status, but by the state of their hearts, and all will be judged by their fruits.

Everyone is ruled by money, but in different ways, and money is a hard master. Far better to make it a servant, which is part of the so-called "name it and claim it" doctrine. Money is a powerful thing, however, and I'm reminded - not of scripture - but of the poem about the Lady and the Tiger. The snares are there and they are both subtle and profound for those who preach prosperity — just as they are for those who preach the holiness of poverty. Pastor Hammond may take his interpretation to the extreme; if so he'll be judged - as will those who preach to the opposite extreme.

For what it's worth, my wife and daughter have committed themselves to spending a year helping a young single mom develop the life-skills she needs to get out of poverty. This includes sharing the same spiritual principles that we've used ourselves. While the mother wants and enjoys the material things that have come to her so far as a result of this outreach, she is completely uninterested in the spiritual (at least for now). This doesn't make her any worse than others we've helped or tried to help in the past, perhaps just more honest.

I'm not concerned with media criticism of Pastor Hammond or his ministry. For one, persecution is promised to believers and if he's sincere in doing God's work he'll be fine even if he is not perfect. (For all the wealth he's supposedly extracted for himself, the church does appear to have done and built some tremendous things.) Second, if he is in error, the consequences are certain and out of the hands of the media and others. It is interesting, though, how money becomes the focus of the media. Apparently the thought that 10,000 people voluntarily go to something they enjoy and give out large chunks of money to do so is suspicious, though I'd say members of Living Word show better judgment than Timberwolves season ticket holders.

As I said at the beginning, the religious criticism is just a smokescreen and a handy club to try and beat Hammond and Living Word into submission. The real issue is politics and power, and in short the media and the government doesn't like competition in telling people how to think and act and especially what to do with your money. They are the modern day Pharisees and Sadducees, focused on making others conform to man-made interpretations and doctrines that keep them in power while missing the Spirit that inspired those.

The media has no problem with religious leaders getting involved with issues — as long as they're on the "right" side: AME churches hosting one-sided candidate forums for Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton, Buddhist temple fund-raisers for Al Gore, or Cardinal Flynn speaking out on global warming, etc. Use your pulpit otherwise, however, and watch out. My thinking is that this latest "expose" grows out of Living Word hosting Michelle Bachman during the last campaign and Pastor Hammond's hearty endorsement of her candidacy. Since then they've allowed a little time to do some research and find some disgruntled former church members (have you ever known a church — whether of 10 people or 10,000 — that didn't have disgruntled former members?) and let some legal eagles see if they can find some plausible-sounding charges; whether true or not the charges get attention and serve as supressing fire to get the church or similar communities to duck their heads.

Now, just a few months after the campaign, you've got a "watchdog group" in Washington, D.C. filing charges and demanding an investigation into the Living Word's tax-exempt status. In this case the watchdog is Citizens for Responsibility and Ethics in Washington (CREW). That sounds very noble, but whenever I see a group being called a "watchdog" I always look to see who is holding the leash. With a little poking I think we can find out who the major contributors or founders of CREW are, but their own statements on their website are pretty unabashed as they indicate they were created to fill a niche opposite of conservative watchdog groups such as Judicial Watch, The Rutherford Institute and the National Legal and Policy Center.

Conservative groups such as these have no real parallel in the progressive arena. There are a number of non-partisan groups that address government honesty, including Common Cause, Public Citizen, the Center for Public Integrity, and Democracy 21. While we applaud their efforts, we have noted that these groups focus principally on research and legislation. They do not use litigation to target outrageous conduct, nor do they bring the message of injustice to the people the way their conservative counterparts do. Because these public interest organizations focus mostly on policy issues and not on obstacles faced by ordinary citizens, these groups have not mobilized a shift in public opinion on the issue of government honesty. CREW fills that niche.

This isn't about religious doctrine, though doctrine can be ginned up to discredit your opponent. Instead it is about free speech, about who gets to speak and who gets shouted down (or sued).

[*Full disclosure: I am not now, and have never been, a member of Mac Hammond's church, Living Word, nor have I ever met Mac or, to my knowledge, anyone on his pastoral staff. I think I have a good understanding of the doctrines that are said to be taught at Living Word, but I've never seen or heard a sermon myself. I have known several people over the years who are, or have been, members and found them to be very grounded and focused on helping others.]

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Not so happy Valentine's Day

Today is Valentines Day, and although I received chocolate, I am not happy. At first your thoughts might be: "Okay, she's selfish," but once I give you my reason, you'll understand.

Our cat was very sick. He had failing kidneys, and today we had to end his suffering. At 9:07 am today, Felix left us. Mall Diva, Reverend Mother, and I were all there, crying our eyes out.

Felix has always been a huge part of our family. Always there, yowling for food, or coming up and hogging your lap, purr motor running at full speed sound. Black fur over one eye, white over the other, it made him look like he had an eye patch.

I know that there is a time when everything must die, but why today? Felix was the best cat anyone could ask for, and the only pet we have with a real name (just ask our guinea pig, Piggy-wiggy; or our parakeet, Birdy-wirdy, or Birdles). If there was a way I could bring him back to full health forever, I would do it.

We all loved Felix, and I will miss him forever.

Ciao for now,
Tiger Lilly
The best meal I ever had
Buffy at Plain Simple English is wondering what special dinner to make for her guy for Valentine's Day. It sounds as if he doesn't use the V-Day gifts she's given him in the past (and they're nice ones), so I guess the thinking is that if she cooks he's at least got to eat it. She's asking the ladies for tips on great meals they've put together.

I'm not one of the ladies, which is probably just as well because my most memorable meal isn't that high on "fancy" or "special." Here's how it went, though.

We were living on the East Side of St. Paul, back when the Mall Diva was just the Diva and Tiger Lilly was little more than "'Ger". I was taking the bus to and from work, with a three block walk to the bus stop from our house (no, it wasn't uphill both ways). It was an especially cold and windy day in the middle of a Minnesota winter and the walk home that evening was directly into the pointy teeth of the wind. My office hadn't gone to "corporate casual" yet so I had on a suit, my professional wool overcoat, a snappy suede fedora and a scarf around my neck and under the lapels of my coat. This is theoretically sufficient for your urban commuter, but hardly what you'd take along for an arctic expedition, which was what my walk felt like it was turning into. The pain only abated a little when my cheeks went numb about a block from the house.

I made it to the back door, lunging directly into the kitchen as if bursting through a snow drift ... and was enveloped in the warm cloud of dinner coming off of the stove. Mmmmm, breaded pork cutlets, right out of the skillet with mash potatoes, gravy and (ambrosia!) sauerkraut to spread over the top of the cutlets. The cutlets themselves were perfectly crisped on the outside and succulent on the inside; the mashed potatoes had just the right, satisfying degree of lumpiness, and the bright, shiny faces of my young family around the table were the perfect complement to my own chapped cheeks. There may have been dessert.

When I think about "good eating", that's what I remember.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

The answer for Dave's "Animal Kingdom Jihad"

My friend KingDavid at The Far Wright has been keeping track of animal attacks on humans — the Animal Kingdom Jihad (AKJ) — since Steve Irwin was killed. It's already grown to an impressive list. Now we can all sleep easier knowing that at least some of the animals are on our side.



Navy May Deploy Anti-Terrorism Dolphins
Feb 12, 9:27 PM (ET)

By THOMAS WATKINS
SAN DIEGO (AP) - Dozens of dolphins and sea lions trained to detect and apprehend waterborne attackers could be sent to patrol a military base in Washington state, the Navy said Monday. In a notice published in this week's Federal Register, the Navy said it needs to bolster security at Naval Base Kitsap-Bangor, on the Puget Sound close to Seattle.

The base is home to submarines, ships and laboratories and is potentially vulnerable to attack by terrorist swimmers and scuba divers, the notice states.

Several options are under consideration, but the preferred plan would be to send as many as 30 California sea lions and Atlantic Bottlenose dolphins from the Navy's Marine Mammal Program, based in San Diego.

"These animals have the capabilities for what needs to be done for this particular mission," said Tom LaPuzza, a spokesman for the Marine Mammal Program.

LaPuzza said that because of their astonishing sonar abilities, dolphins are excellent at patrolling for swimmers and divers. When a Navy dolphin detects a person in the water, it drops a beacon. This tells a human interception team where to find the suspicious swimmer.

Dolphins also are trained to detect underwater mines; they were sent to do this in the Iraqi harbor of Umm Qasr in 2003. The last time the animals were used operationally in San Diego was in 1996, when they patrolled the bay during the Republican National Convention.

Sea lions can carry in their mouths special cuffs attached to long ropes. If the animal finds a rogue swimmer, it can clamp the cuff around the person's leg. The individual can then be reeled in for questioning.

The Navy is seeking public comment for an environmental impact statement on the proposal.

HT: The Llama Butchers"Well, it's not exactly sharks with fricken' laser beams attached to their fricken' heads, but still very cool."
More "light" reading for the global swarmers

I'm not looking to turn this blog into a non-stop expose of the science (or lack thereof) on the global warming consensus, but I'm always on the lookout for news or studies that indicate the "consensus" on this topic is far from settled scientifically. The thing is, you just don't have to look that hard to find contrary sources.

For example, this article from the (London) Sunday Times (HT: The Llama Butchers), that describes an experiment that confirms the impact of solar variations on the climate. (An experiment, one could assume, that is repeatable by others — what a concept!) Anyway, you can check out the article for yourself.
We can be heroes
"We can be Heroes, just for one day."
— David Bowie


Last month I had a short post on this blog about a man in New York who jumped onto the subway tracks to save a stranger's life. In that post I described the Carnegie Hero Medal; this story led to a series of posts by me on another blog (here, here and here) on the nature of heroism and its roots in our day-to-day lives. One of the things that has stood out for me is that the Carnegie folks have found a common response in many of the people who survived their act of heroism and received an award: a belief that God or Jesus would have wanted them to do what they did.

I was reminded of this in today's St. Paul Pioneer Press:


"God was the one who helped me make my decision," said Carrera, 46, of South St. Paul. "I took it upon myself to help stop the guy in the van."

David Carrera is the man who used his own vehicle and driving skills on January 28 to force another driver — who had struck a young girl with his van and was dragging her down the street — to stop his car, saving (so far) the little girl's life.

He said he did what everyone should do: Pay attention and help each other. "I would have done it for anybody else," he said.

His wife, who was a passenger during the chase, said the couple really had no other option.

"I don't think it's a really big deal," Antonia Carrera said. "We had the opportunity to make a difference in somebody's life. I think it's everybody's responsibility to watch out for each other. Not to preach, but just try to do the right thing."

Carrera didn't go to that intersection looking to be a hero. Something happened, however, and he reacted. His sense of responsibility didn't end after the initial event, either. He and his family have gone regularly to Regions Hospital in St. Paul to visit the 10-year-old girl, Gladys Reyes, and her family. Gladys remains in critical condition in the burn unit and has already had several surgeries, including one to amputate her right arm.

I strongly believe that your outlook on life, and the way you live your life, are things that you choose and this becomes ingrained in you and makes it easier for you to act on a moment's notice in an extreme need without having to ponder or debate the "right" thing to do. For David Carrera and his family the response was both immediate and ongoing. As for the rest of us, we weren't at the scene (though I could have been, as it happened at an intersection near my home that I drive through several times a week), but we might still play a part.

Gladys Reyes' family has no medical insurance, and her parents are struggling financially. Contributions can be made at any US Bank branch office, or mail a check or money-order (sorry, no on-line capability) to:

US Bank - West St. Paul
1493 South Robert St.
West St. Paul, MN 55118
Attn: Heritage Middle School's Gladys Reyes Benefit Account

Update:

A benefit luncheon and silent auction for the Reyes family will be held this Sunday, Feb. 18 beginning at 11:00 a.m. at the Hilton Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport-Mall of America, which employs Gladys' mother as a housekeeper. More details at the link.

Monday, February 12, 2007

E.U. gassing the planet
According to a copyrighted ABC News story , White House Press Secretary Tony Snow is citing a study from the International Energy Agency that shows that European Union's carbon dioxide emmissions from fossil fuel increased at more than two times the rate of these emissions from the U.S. between 2000 and 2004. In the U.S. (which didn't sign the Kyoto Protocol) carbon emissions increased by 1.7 percent in that time period, while the EU saw a 5 percent increase.

I think Snow may have been referring to this report, CO2 Emissions from Fuel Combustion 1971-2004. I don't have the €120 on me that the IEA wants in exchange for getting a copy of the entire report, but I suspect the White House was able to take it out of petty cash. While focusing on the years 2000-2004 is a bit self-serving, and it's questionable how much of a direct impact the Bush administration has had on these numbers (other than less heavy-breathing in the White House compared to the previous president), it is an interesting comparison to see the results of a somewhat-free economy versus the carbon-cap system in place in Europe, and could bear further research into the mechanisms related to this growth.

A few more words...

...are posted over at Solid Rocks Ministry.

Friday, February 9, 2007

Hey Thirteen

Breaking news...

There's about to be another teenager in the world as Tiger Lilly turns 13 on Saturday.

Who knows what she'll do next, but age has never been much of a hindrance to her. She's a blue belt in Tae Kwan Do and on the demonstration team for her dojo, has tested at college levels on her SATs, has a couple of works of fiction she's writing (and keeping under wraps so far) and is the star pupil at the Stewart Academy for Girls. She's also already been to China on one missions trip and is scheduled to go to Romania this summer on another, this time without a parent. Oh, and she's a blogger (visit the Tiger Lilly link in the right sidebar)!



There appears to be little left for her to accomplish, but I'm sure she'll think of something. Happy birthday, Sweetie!

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Another reason to shiver
There's an interesting article this week entitled Global Warming: The Cold, Hard Facts? in the Canada Free Press by Dr. Timothy Bell, one of the first Canadians with a Ph.D. in Climatology (University of London), a former climatology professor at the Univesity of Winnipeg, and someone who claims an extensive background in reconstruction of past climates and the impact of climate change on human history and the human condition. Dr. Bell provides an illuminating "behind-the-scenes" look at the methods (sadly, not the Scientific one) being used to promote global warming pronouncements and suppress dissent. An excerpt (emphasis mine):

Since I obtained my doctorate in climatology from the University of London, Queen Mary College, England my career has spanned two climate cycles. Temperatures declined from 1940 to 1980 and in the early 1970's global cooling became the consensus. This proves that consensus is not a scientific fact. By the 1990's temperatures appeared to have reversed and Global Warming became the consensus. It appears I'll witness another cycle before retiring, as the major mechanisms and the global temperature trends now indicate a cooling.

No doubt passive acceptance yields less stress, fewer personal attacks and makes career progress easier. What I have experienced in my personal life during the last years makes me understand why most people choose not to speak out; job security and fear of reprisals. Even in University, where free speech and challenge to prevailing wisdoms are supposedly encouraged, academics remain silent.

I once received a three page letter that my lawyer defined as libellous, from an academic colleague, saying I had no right to say what I was saying, especially in public lectures. Sadly, my experience is that universities are the most dogmatic and oppressive places in our society. This becomes progressively worse as they receive more and more funding from governments that demand a particular viewpoint.

...(snip)...

Another cry in the wildenerness is Richard Lindzen's. He is an atmospheric physicist and a professor of meteorology at MIT, renowned for his research in dynamic meteorology - especially atmospheric waves. He is also a member of the National Academy of Sciences and has held positions at the University of Chicago, Harvard University and MIT. Linzen frequently speaks out against the notion that significant Global Warming is caused by humans. Yet nobody seems to listen.

I think it may be because most people don't understand the scientific method which Thomas Kuhn so skilfully and briefly set out in his book "The Structure of Scientific Revolutions." A scientist makes certain assumptions and then produces a theory which is only as valid as the assumptions. The theory of Global Warming assumes that CO2 is an atmospheric greenhouse gas and as it increases temperatures rise. It was then theorized that since humans were producing more CO2 than before, the temperature would inevitably rise. The theory was accepted before testing had started, and effectively became a law.

As Lindzen said many years ago: "the consensus was reached before the research had even begun." Now, any scientist who dares to question the prevailing wisdom is marginalized and called a sceptic, when in fact they are simply being good scientists.
This has reached frightening levels with these scientists now being called climate change denier with all the holocaust connotations of that word. The normal scientific method is effectively being thwarted.

Read the whole thing. (HT: Dodgeblogium and Watcher of Weasels).
Fundamentals in Film: Black History Month
I've been leading the bi-weekly "Fundamentals in Film" class for the current group of teenage boys for about a year now, and my focus has been to feature movies with strong, positive male role models demonstrating character, honor, courage and grace under fire (physical, mental, spiritual fire) and especially an ability to put others ahead of themselves. Many of the movies we've watched also opened a door for our group to discuss the larger social and historical context of the events depicted in the movie.

The movie that probably had the most profound affect on our young men was Glory, the story of the first all-black regiment in the Civil War. The discussion following the film drew the strongest reactions and the most spontaneous questions from the guys of any that we've had. Some months later we watched The Tuskegee Airmen, a similar story but brought "four-score" years into the future with the first U.S. squadron of black fighter pilots. Back at the beginning of the football season we also watched the original TV-movie version of Brian's Song (gotta love Netflix!), the Gale Sayers/Brian Piccolo story, set in the late 1960s against the backdrop of the Civil Rights Movement.

All three films were based on true events (with some dramatic license) and as we bumped through the century or so that the movies spanned it was useful and interesting to see what things had changed, and what things remained the same, in our society and in the lives of the men profiled. I believe this has been especially beneficial for my group of young men who have grown up with little knowledge or exposure to the events that have led up to today and helped them to get a sense that, while it seems like certain events happened a long time ago, they really represent a relatively short and intense period in history (and it isn't over yet). While the movies have been useful in describing and discussing this time, the history of the struggle wasn't my main reason for introducing these films into the series.

For me, the essence of these movies still comes down to bedrock issues of honor, duty, respect and being willing to do the hard thing even at great personal cost for the greater good. The lessons of being a man that can be counted on, of being a man that can be a true friend, are universal and go beyond race.

The thing I've stressed with our group is that fear and hate are also universal and that no matter who you are or what "group" you belong to, there are always going to be those who have a degree of power and authority over your life that are going to look down upon and even hate you because of the way you look, the way you talk, the things that you believe or, especially for these young men, their age. Lynching and flogging may not be part of their lives but they are still going to be judged and dismissed because of what they appear to be. Their challenge, like those faced by the men in these movies, will still be to live their lives with courage and integrity and not give in to (and live down to) the lower expectations that others might have of them.

If they can do that I am confident that they will have little trouble in extending the consideration to others they meet, even if they appear to be different from them.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Give them that old time religion

Just what are the Democrats invoking?

From Debbie Schlussel in the New York Post (via Michelle Malkin, go there for more links):

THE Democratic National Committee made a strange choice to deliver the invocation last Friday at its winter meeting: Husham al-Husainy - an extremist who has a long record of support for prominent Islamists at war with America and Israel.
Al-Husainy's words before the Democrats - asking God to "help us stop . . . occupation and oppression" - were jarring enough, since he was likely referring to either American soldiers in Iraq or Jews in Israel.

But his past statements and activity make those words even more ominous.

Al-Husainy heads the Karbalaa Islamic Education Center mosque in Dearborn, Mich., one of the largest Shiite mosques in North America. He is an open admirer of the late Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini - under whose rule Americans were held hostage for 444 days.

During last summer's Israel-Hezbollah war, al-Husainy led rallies in Dearborn in support of the Lebanese terrorist group. Protesters displayed swastikas as well as anti-American and anti-Semitic posters.

I attended one rally, at Dearborn's Bint Jebail Cultural Center - named for the stronghold in south Lebanon from which Hezbollah rockets rained on Israel. Al-Husainy was among several who delivered hate-filled, anti-American rhetoric. He cheered as others called for the hastened destruction of the Jews.


There was light, and it was good


The Mall Diva is interested in just about any movie that features Elijah Wood so awhile back I placed Everything is Illuminated in our Netflix queue. I hadn't heard of the movie when it came out in 2005, the on-line synopsis didn't tell me much and the cover art was kind of weird, but I put it on the list and it eventually worked it's way up and arrived at our house a couple of weeks ago. Last Saturday night my family got around to watching it. Perhaps because the film had come in "under the radar" so to speak, it's affect was more powerful (at least for me).

The story is simple to summarize: Elijah Wood plays a young, introverted Jewish man obsessed with collecting artifacts of his life and his family's history. He travels to the Ukraine to try and find the woman who helped his grandfather escape from the Nazis in World War II. He hires an interpreter, Alex, a young man who fancies himself a Ukrainian John Travolta ala Saturday Night Fever, and gets Alex's grandfather in the package. The grandfather is a bitter, bigoted old man who imagines he is blind (even though he is the driver for the group) and has a demented seeing eye dog named Sammy Davis, Jr., Jr. (yes, two "Jrs."). The story is essentially a road movie as they search for the lost village of Trachimbord, only this road runs through the nearly deserted Ukrainian country-side and their vehicle is a rattletrap Trabaunt. To say the film is a little quirky is like saying Johnny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow is little swishy — but in both cases this works in a delightfully surprising way.


The film moves at a slow but not heavy-handed pace, "illuminated" by brief, almost surrealistic dialog, comfortable silences, perfect facial expressions, fabulous cinematography and Alex's distinctive narration. It begins as an off-beat comedy and gradually morphs into an affecting drama. In the same way, you start out thinking the movie is one character's story and it actually turns out to be another's. Even the smallest roles are very well acted, leading to memorable scenes that still come back to me unexpectedly several days later.

The story doesn't have the slam-bang plotting of so many movies today, but it still grips you and draws you in — if only to see what's going to happen. Because it deals with the events of World War II we know there are going to be elements of tragedy in the story and in what is uncovered, but these are handled deftly without graphic and extended violence. Almost all of this is left to your imagination, and is all the more powerful for it. The story isn't exactly heart-warming, but it is heart-stirring. I highly recommend it if you're in the mood for a reflective, well-crafted movie with an extremely satisfying story. The language and some references are a little coarse in a couple of instances but the movie is generally appropriate for the family though it is not likely to resonate very much with younger viewers.
Red hot secrets of romance...

... now posted over at Solid Rocks.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Mall Diva- Missing in Action
Hey guess what you guys? I was MIA since dinnertime and I didn't even know it! I mean, I knew where I was and I told the parental units where I was going to be, so I thought it was all good. I guess it was just another one of those "Oh dang it, I forgot!" moments.

The plan was for me to go from work to a friend's house to do hair and they would feed me and we'd watch American Idol. First episode I've seen in a long time.

I was expecting a call from an old beauty school friend, but I had put my phone on silent. I wasn't surprised when my phone showed that I had messages. But I was surprisd when I listened to them! "Faith, this is your mother. Where ARE YOU??" After that were messages from my friends that my parents had alerted to my "disappearance". Oh, and I never did get the message I was actually expecting.

So anyway, I'm obviously not missing and everything is fine, but I really don't know whether to feel extremely loved or a little bit paranoid about the fact that I can't be gone for a couple hours before they send out a search party.

There's your most exciting blog o' the day!
An inconvenient truthiness

Even knowledge has to be in the fashion, and where it is not,
it is wise to affect ignorance.

— Baltasar Gracian


"Truthiness" is the recent colloquialism that describes things that are thought to be facts merely because they "feel" right. The word is new, but the phenomenon isn't, as reflected by the Mark Twain quote at the top of this page all this week: "We all do no end of feeling, and we mistake it for thinking." I knew I was going to throw that quote up there as soon as I saw the Super Bowl commercial on Sunday claiming that 50,000 (or whatever) people die of second-hand smoke this year, and wondering if I was "alright with that." It actually made me wonder how many billions of dollars was going to be burned due to second-hand statistics this year in the name of politically-correct junk science.

Actually, it is in the name of an ever-more-grasping (and brazen) attempt to choke off individual freedoms and liberty, supposedly for our own good, whether the issue is city-wide, state-wide or nation-wide smoking bans, or the latest global warming power-play. The strategy is all-too-familiar; get yourself some "science", declare it reflects a consensus and then shout-down any opposition in an effort to intimidate or marginalize scientists with differing views and evidence and in the hopes of the public can be beaten into such a stupor that it can't think or reason for itself. The effort is so obvious it is almost comical except that it the stakes are getting far too high.

The scientific method of observation, hypotheses, prediction, correction and ultimately verification by repetition to determine facts is being readily replaced by obfuscation, hypocrisy, perversion and political correction ultimately verified by repeating the lie over and over again. For centuries we've been told that religious fanatics are those who cling to their dubious "facts" in the face of scientific evidence to the contrary, yet the anti-smokers and the global-warmers often do the same thing today and will go after those who differ with them with a fervor and vitriol that Galileo would recognize. Whether it's out of religious fervor, a desire for political power or something as prosaic as profit, there is no shortage of those who apparently picked up their scientific knowledge while staying at a Holiday Inn Express. They're even going so far in some places in Europe to outlaw anyone who dissents from the global-warming consensus (which will come in handy when they try to squelch the reporting on how poorly Europe is doing in meeting its own Kyoto-mandated objectives).

Facts, as they say, are stubborn things, and they aren't illegal yet. Their is, in fact, some significant evidence mitigating or even opposing the new flavors of scientific consensus, whether it's the effects of second hand smoke or the causes for changes in the environment (and whenever one side accuses the other of having an agenda, it's useful to look at which group is trying to examine the facts and which is exercising personal attacks). By all means, check out the American Lung Association on second-hand smoke, but then look at Dave Hitt's site, The Facts to see how the ALA's studies hold up (Dave, too, has an agenda, it's listed here).

There's also — at least for now — a wealth of information on global warming that differs from the "consensus"; including a recent, peer-reviewed report that suggests global cooling">global cooling is on the way. This week Bogus Gold linked a handy reference for Refuting the Climate Goebbels that features a series of articles in The National Post (Canada) describing a series of "Global Warming Deniers" — extremely credible scientists, climatologists, statisticians, and more — who are braving the group-think to focus on the facts. I've read through the first couple in the series and I think it's worth linking all ten here for easy reference.

Canada.com — The Deniers Series
Statistics Needed — Part 1
Warming is real, and has benefits — Part II
The hurricane expert who stood up to UN junk science — Part III
Polar scientists on thin ice — Part IV
The original denier: into the cold — Part V
The sun moves climate change — Part VI
Will the sun cool us? — Part VII
The limits of predictability — Part VIII
Look to Mars for the truth on global warming — Part IX
Limited role for CO2 — Part X



Monday, February 5, 2007

Weathering the big game
Bad weather usually isn't a problem for the Super Bowl since the game is always played either in a dome or in some fabulously, and famously, sunny locale. It's kind of a special treat for me in the middle of a Minnesota winter — I get to watch football and see some nice weather. This year, however, the weather was so bad that it actually started to affect me the day before the game.

Regular readers know that I was looking forward to watching the game on the new High-Def TV I bought last week. I had everything set up and was just waiting for the DirecTV guy to stop by and swap out my standard dish for the HD; the appointment was for Saturday morning. Well, the "high" temperatures in Minnesota the last couple of days were well-below zero with windchills in the area of -40 F. Can you believe DirecTV wouldn't send someone out to clamber around on my roof and handle stiff coaxial cables? Wimps. Must be some Texas company handling installation for them.

So, no HD for the SB. Ok, I figured, it'll be "Old School" — just like, say, last week! The new TV is bigger and has a very nice picture even without the HD feed. Bring on the game! Lo, and behold, I turn the TV on around 4:30 o'clock (I don't have the patience for a lot of the pre-game hoopla and "analysis") and it's pouring rain. Not only is the field wet, but so are the players and ... the camera lenses! It was foggy as well, making it look as if the game was being played as a weird dream sequence out of a movie. The play-by-play could have been handled by SpongeBob and Patrick from the Bikini Bottom Bowl. The action itself, through the wet and smeary camera lenses, looked as if it had been recorded on an old VCR — and then dubbed off to the eighth generation before being broadcast. Oh well, at least those famous Super Bowl commercials will be sharp.

Unfortunately, the game wasn't the only thing watered down this year as the commercial offerings were pretty mediocre overall. There were a couple that were funny enough or somewhat interesting but the majority of them were like Rex Grossman — clumsy and trying-too-hard under the pressure. I liked the one with the animals in a pet store trying to get online with a (real) mouse, though I had trouble remembering later who the advertiser was and what I was supposed to be going online for. The Bud Light "Rock, Paper, Scissors" ad where a guy hits his opponent with a real rock was worth a short, hard laugh that immediately after made me feel a little bad.

The GM ad with the fired robot was too creepy and the Snickers "kiss" commercial was obviously contrived for shock value with a clumsy and embarrassing (there's Rex again!) effort to be funny at the end. I came in late to the commercial where the guy had the beard comb-over, cut-offs and roller skates and never did figure out who or what was being advertised there. Also in the "almost memorable" category was "Connectile Disfunction" commercial for some wireless card provider, parodying ED commercials. I got so distracted wondering who you're supposed to call if your hard-drive won't shut off after four hours that I didn't notice who the advertiser was.

The Garmin "Maposaurus" ad with the paper map morphing into a giant Godzilla type monster that has to be defeated by a Garmin Power-Ranger-Wannabe was visually interesting, but it reminded me too much of the current AMP commercial where a slacker creative-dude — wired on AMP and short on sleep — sees his wadded up concepts come to life out of the trash can. It's not good when your commercial makes the viewer think of someone else's commercial —
and kids, energy drinks are not a substitute for proper rest. I did like the Spokes-Lions for Taco Bell, though I'm about to propose a moratorium on talking animal advertisements as the novelty and quality of these has definitely worn off (abundantly demonstrated by all the other talking animal ads yesterday). From past experience, I expect that Taco Bell will be getting a "cease and desist" from Dreyfus Funds any minute now.

Otherwise, I thought the best commercial was Coke's makeover of Grand Theft Auto for being funny and creative. I will also give special recognition to Revlon's Colorist commercial; not because it was particularly well done, but because it roused the Mall Diva (herself a professional Colorist) from her stupor in the corner of the couch. She's normally quite effervescent but yesterday she pretty much stayed curled up in a little ball until that commercial brought her up snorting and sputtering (almost as good as making tortellini come out of her nose).

The half-time show was okay, and made more interesting by the drama of wondering if one of Prince's back up dancers (who were wearing "wrist-sweaters", btw) would slip and go flying off of the wet stage. Prince was in good form and paid a Black History Month homage to previous stars such as Ike & Tina Turner (singing "Proud Mary") and Jimi Hendrix ("All Along the Watch Tower") — and then pulling off his "doo-rag" to reveal Little Richard's hair.

Oh well, at least I can start looking forward to next year's game. Hopefully the DirecTV installer will find weather to his liking by then.
Save the children

St. Paul is looking to ban toy guns.

It's not looking good for candy cigarettes, either.


Friday, February 2, 2007

The class of the league
For what it's worth, I'm rooting for the Colts in the Super Bowl this Sunday. This has nothing to do with my growing up in Indianapolis, or starting my own football career there. In fact, if my Optimists Club youth football league experiences had any bearing on this I would hate the Colts because the team I played for (the Mini-Packers) missed out on an unbeaten, untied season when the star running back for the Mini-Colts scored the game-tieing touchdown after the whistle was blown by his father, the referee. Thankfully, I'm over that now.

However, while I otherwise have fond memories of Indianapolis and still have many family members living there, my rooting interest is centered around the Indy coach, Tony Dungy. While it's all too easy to believe the media hype and images of this "genius" coach or another, I have heard and read enough about Coach Dungy's personal character — and over several seasons seen enough of the way he handles himself on the sidelines under extreme circumstances — to come to the belief that he really is what he seems to be: a great coach and an even better man.

I especially appreciate his faith and I attribute his peaceful attitude and helpful actions to his being able to grasp and keep a long-term perspective even in the midst of perhaps the most intensively short-term focused public environment. Even as he was being passed over for head coaching opportunities he was emminently qualified for, or getting jobbed by replay calls (while coaching Tampa Bay in the play-offs), he has maintained his composure and helped others to see that it's not all about him. Of course, that's what the NFL wants us to think about Tony Dungy because it's a good "story", but it's not hard to see what a deep and sincere respect and affection playes and other coaches have for the man. This was never more clear than last year when his son died just as the Colts were about to enter the play-offs. Even in that trauma, where it was obvious he was truly stricken and grieved, he continued to exude peace and class while focusing on the needs of others. What an example and inspiration he is to the rest of us, whether we have anything to do with football or not!

Finally, in a league where people go to great lengths to secure even the tiniest advantage for themselves, and where one high-profile, brilliant mastermind publicly and pointedly snubs his former assistants, Coach Dungy has promoted and championed his assistant coaches for other jobs, even though it might have made things more difficult for himself. In fact, one such disciple or protégé is now the head coach of the Bears and will be one of the key factors trying to prevent Coach Dungy from winning a championship. Somehow I don't think he'd have it any other way.

Update:


"I'm proud to be the first African-American coach to win this," Dungy said during the trophy ceremony. "But again, more than anything, Lovie Smith and I are not only African-American but also Christian coaches, showing you can do it the Lord's way. We're more proud of that."

(HT: Lassie at Freedom Dogs)

Thursday, February 1, 2007

Dine, but no whine, please

Anyone who's lived in the Twin Cities any length of time recognizes this area's mewling metro-insecurity that lurks just beneath our supposedly cosmopolitan surface; kind of a "Cold Omaha Syndrome": the fear that despite our aires of suave sophistication and our cultural icons we're really more at home with blue-light specials than gas-light ambiance. The latest jeremiad on this theme was an article in yesterday's Strib lamenting the demise, in quick succession, of three high-end, top chef fine dining establishments, Levain, Five Restaurant and Street Lounge, and Auriga.

Though I never ate dined at any of these places I will say I feel a little sad that they're gone I am not inclined to press the back of my wrist against my forehead and lament that Minneapolis (few even will include St. Paul for consideration) is not worthy, or is merely a "two-star" city as one restaurateur and critic said. He's probably right, but so what?

Make no mistake, I like to eat out and the Old Country Buffet and Red Lobster ("Dead Lobster" we call it at our house) are not the troughs of choice for my family. We appreciate good food, above-average service and a degree of imagination in the menu, but dropping $75 to $100 per person on dinner isn't high on our list of Entertaining Things to Do. Sure, I know you can spend similar amounts and more on theater or concert tickets or even going to a Vikings, Wild or Timberwolves game and that these amusements are as transitory as a fine dinner (and probably won't set as well) — but we don't typically do those things either. So, would we be just as happy in Des Moines?

The fun thing for us (my wife and I, anyway) is going to some new, off-beat place we've never been. Heck, we'll even dress up. It's easier to be adventurous, however, if the entrees don't cost as much as a tank of gasoline. My wife likes to peruse the restaurant reviews in the local papers and clip out places that sound interesting. She keeps these clippings in a folder and when we have a chance to go out we'll consult this file and choose a place. The Reverend Mother prides herself on being willing to try anything but liver or beef stroganoff (and she has discovered that she doesn't like catfish). I'm not nearly as daring, especially if it involves vegetables, but through our outings we've had goat, yak, many varieties of Indian food (her favorite) and even ordered food at ethnic places where we simply pointed at things on a steam table that looked good. We've also enjoyed the imagination and presentation (especially because the food was also excellent) at Muffuletta and at Zelos. If anyone has any suggestions for other places we can try, leave a comment below.

One thing we've learned, however, with our various outings is to call first: several times we've ventured out to some promising place only to find that it's already gone out of business. Apparently it's not just the high-end, fancy restaurants that go out of business. Who knew?
Get 'em while they're hot

Our joy is complete — Al Franken is officially unofficially entering the race for the 2008 Minnesota Senate race. This will ensure months of blog fodder and amusement. Not that Al is all that funny himself, except unintentionally, but if his dyspeptic (and terminal) radio program is any indication I expect his campaign to provide a goldmine of material.

My friend Derek Brigham (aka "Chief") at Freedom Dogs is even more elated: as official graphic designer of the MOB he's already jumped in with several "Franken for Senate" bumper stickers . Go on over an order yours, or suggest slogans of your own.