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Friday, February 27, 2009

An old man's hat


LIFE ON EARTH is pulled down hard on a man’s head. This life was made by hatters. A busy street is only coffee, bread, and hats. The smell of a man’s hat – an old man’s hat – is like the nostril of a horse. You are breathing in what something beautiful and ancient has breathed out. The heat and life contained in it, the silk interior. An old man’s hat is necessary: You see that when he takes it off, his hair and skin abruptly float away.
— David Keplinger, from The Prayers of Others. © New Issues, 2006.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Night Life: All the single ladies
The Mall Diva, Tiger Lilly and MD's friend and singing-partner, Princess Flicker-Feather, are taking a hip-hop dance class once a week. I don't know what hip-hop dance involves but since Easter is coming up I thought they might be working up some special choreography. Nevertheless, when the Diva said Princess Flicker-Feather was coming over to practice I thought they were going to work on their expanding repertoire of music for the Open Mic Circuit.

I was down in the Man-Cave working on something edifying when thumping bass and stomping feet started pounding above my head. "I don't remember any of their songs sounding like that," I thought to myself. I shrugged it off and kept working ... until there was a loud crash. What in the name of This Old House is going on? I went upstairs, the beat getting louder each step, and swung into the living room ... where the the three femmes were lined up doing unison steps to Beyonce's "Single Ladies (Put a Ring On It)". Apparently that's the song they are dancing to in class. They had the music up so loud the walls were dancing too, though not in perfect sync, which is why someone's hips had bumped into one of them, resulting in the noise that brought me upstairs.


Click for video.


"Put a Ring On It" is an admirable sentiment, but "Put a Cork In It" was more my concern. Even though modestly attired, the vibrations from that much hip-swing and shimmy were enough to trip the always sensitive tracking system of every teenage boy in a two-mile radius. If even one pheromone got through the thick walls we were going to have a riot on our hands. Great. It was a cold night and I was going to have to spend it on the porch with a rifle and a harpoon.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

A vacuum really sucks

I received an email this evening from someone who said, "Did you know that your Comments are turned off on your last post?" Uh, no, I didn't. I went into my site administration and, sure enough, Comments were inexplicably turned off for "The Greatest 'Degeneration'?" post.

Lately I'll admit to feeling a bit disappointed after posting some edgier content, expecting to see comments or brickbats, only to get...zilch. I was left to assume that my argument had been so sound and complete that no one could refute it...or so boring that no one had been able to get through it. Checking the admin page and, sure enough, Comments were off on these posts! Meanwhile, Comments were on for all the other recent posts...only "A Way of a Gun" and "A Poem for Choice" were turned off. Believe me, I'm not ducking argument. Most of the posts here have a 30-day sunset, but I've only deliberately shut down comments on posts that have attracted spam.

Maybe my blog-host is trying to protect me from myself, or merely sending me a message that it's time to move on.
The fairness of your doctrine

Tasha Easterly in her blog at Salvo Magazine, comments on a recent Camille Paglia radio interview.

Camille Paglia Says Democrats Betrayed the Soul of Their Party
Camille Paglia appeared on WABC-AM's 'The Mark Simone Show' yesterday to talk about the Fairness Doctrine, and you may be surprised at what she said. Paglia blasted the Democrats for even mentioning a reinstatement of the Fairness Doctrine, saying "I don't get it . . . the essence of the 1960's, my generation, was about free speech . . . that's what Lenny Bruce was about - it was about the free speech movement, for heaven's sake, at Berkeley! What are my fellow Democrats doing? Not for one second should the government be wandering into survelliance of, monitoring of, the ideological content of talk radio. The Democrats, they've totally betrayed the soul of the party to even mention this."


The Greatest "Degeneration"?

Someone was writing the other day and reminiscing about The Greatest Generation, those gritty Americans who survived the Great Depression and still had the strength and will to defeat Hitler and the Axis powers. The writer contrasted that generation with our current citizens, referred to as "The Laziest Generation."

At first I thought that an apt description, but I only had to think about it for a few moments before I realized that people are pretty much people, regardless of the time they live in. The people who lived through the 1930s and 40s, and came back from the war to build a new world and birth a new generation in the 50s and 60s, all overcame hardship and adversity and realized prosperity, and I thank God for them and ask Him to bless them.

But they also didn't have a lot of choice.

Today it is worthwhile to celebrate and honor their mindset to do what had to be done, but in doing so perhaps we sell short our own capacity to do the same. Given the opportunity, I think that past generation — faced with economic collapse and a global thirst for totalitarianism — would have just as soon let that cup pass them by. That option, of course, was not granted them and they knew it. Perhaps the greatest difference between their generation and ours is that today we think such a choice exists.

They grew up with cash on the barrelhead, "use it up, wear it out, make it do, or do without" mantras; they had witnessed what financial speculation and excess led to. The only thing they deferred was gratification as they scrounged to support their families or slogged toward Germany, all to the tune of When the Lights Go On Again All Over the World. Yet the generation that couldn't say "No" to its fate gave birth to the generation that apparently can't say "No" to anything.

You can't blame our forbears for having suffered much and desiring that their children not know the fear, hunger and torment that they endured. Out of that love, perhaps, it was natural to have a vision of raising up a generation that would know no limits...and one, unfortunately, that also knows no "No." Our generation defers no gratification, only the payments, and won't the next generation be thankful?

To be honest, the Greatest Generation also voted repeatedly for the New Deal, the ancestor of today's stimulus package — yet they were likely the first ones to come up with the analogy that's going around today of trying to increase the amount of water in a swimming pool by hauling buckets from the deep end and pouring them into the shallow end! They were human, capable of taking what looks like an easy way out but also quite capable, when pressed, to digging deep within themselves to persevere through hardship and work for something better and bigger than themselves.

We, too, are human and even with an overdeveloped sense of entitlement we are capable of the same inner reserves and faith. Like our parents and grandparents, we may not willingly seek out adversity, but we shouldn't run from it either. We can meet it, defeat it, and give the next generations stories to tell rather than debts to pay.

If only we get the chance.

Dilbert.com


Monday, February 23, 2009

Anorex[st]ics Inaneymous #21


Ciao for now.
A blogger can dream, j'suppose...

Today The Writer's Almanac has an interesting snippet from history on the power of outrage and the written word in the face of injustice:

On this day in 1898 the French novelist Émile Zola was found guilty of libel for writing "J'accuse," in an open letter to the French government. It accused the government and the military court of deliberately mishandling the case of Alfred Dreyfus, a Jewish officer who was wrongly accused of giving intelligence information to Germany. People were eager to convict a Jewish man, and Dreyfus was given a life sentence and sent into solitary confinement on Devil's Island. Soon after, the government found conclusive evidence that another man, Ferdinand Esterhazy, was actually guilty of the crime. But to save face, the military and the government produced false evidence to acquit Esterhazy and confirm Dreyfus' guilt.

Émile Zola was a prolific novelist and a well-respected public intellectual. Two days after Esterhazy was acquitted, his 4,000-word letter took up the entire front page of the French newspaper L'Aurore, with its one-word title, "J'accuse!" ("I accuse!"). Zola took apart the case, proved Dreyfus' innocence and Esterhazy's guilt, exposed the government cover-up, and directly accused government and military figures of anti-Semitism and abusing the justice system.

Zola was well-known outside of France, and "J'accuse" brought the Dreyfus case to the attention of the international community. After reading it, most believed that Dreyfus was innocent. Zola was arrested for libel, and his trial got a lot of media coverage. In the courtroom, people screamed and got in brawls, and mobs tried to attack Zola as he left each day. He was convicted on this day in 1898 and ordered to spend a year in jail. He escaped to England, where he lived in exile. But in less than two years, a new court reversed Dreyfus' sentence and dropped the libel charge against Zola. Both men returned to France, and in 1906, Dreyfus was reinstated in the army.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

If it displease the Court

The Chief Justice of the Minnesota Supreme Court, The Hon. Eric Magnuson, is unhappy that the man who appointed him to office, Republican Governor Tim Pawlenty, has asked him to cut his budget by five percent. To do so, the judge and the StarTribune allege, "could leave our courts in chaos." Apparently the Chief Justice sees that the only way he can accommodate such a draconian request in a state facing a $6 billion budget deficit, is by

shutting down conciliation court, cutting hours and suspending prosecution of 21 types of cases, including property damage, harassment, probate, and more than 1 million traffic and parking cases a year.

That last step could interrupt a $200 million flow to local governments.

It appears that a $103 million budget, and a system that brings in $200 million in fines and court fees to the State, can't absorb a five percent cut without dramatically reducing services in the most painful and attention-getting manner. Similarly, school districts always threaten to cut the most visible programs (or withdraw services, such as busing, that will create the biggest headaches for parents) if they don't get everything they feel they are entitled to, and St. Paul Mayor Chris Coleman threatens to take cops and firefighters off the street to balance his budget while while preserving redundant and less visible departments.

Very well. Since the Chief Justice favors the rule of law, let's present the case and all the evidence. Where does the present budget go, and just how efficiently? The judiciary is a public service, fully-funded by public dollars, so show the public line-by-line where the money goes and why, and tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth then let a jury of the citizens of this state decide.

Furthermore, if the judge wants to try the case in the media, then the Star Tribune ought to at least make an effort to find some opposing witnesses or at least make an attempt to cross-examine the testimony. Calling only DFL House Speaker Margaret Anderson Kelliher and DFL rep Michael Paymar to the stand suggests an agenda rather than a search for truth.

Here's a fact: the State of Minnesota has a humongous deficit. Cuts are going to have to be made. If the Judiciary is spared, the burden must pass to another branch of government. Will we next week see the trash collectors saying they'll only be able to collect every other week, or the dog-catchers saying they'll no longer be able to afford to round up rabid dogs?

In my private-sector job, our business was recently forced to reduce expenses by nearly as many dollars as Magnuson has been asked to cut, on a budget only a fifth the size of the judge's. Our mandate, however, was to make the cuts as invisible as possible to customers and to not reduce service to the consumers who are our lifeblood. Ironically, our "public servants" always seem to resort to doing just the opposite for their "customers".

Friday, February 20, 2009

Regarding Kevin
Regarding Kevin

RM's friend from the blog Zumbro Falls Impressionist is with us today.

RM: We need to start being funny pretty quick here.
MD: I think we used up all our funny last night
RM: That's inappropriate funny for the blog.
ZFI: How would you define what is appropriate for the blog?
MD: Hmm...anything that Kevin would comment on saying, 'I really want to comment on this, but if I do, I'll get killed' would be inappropriate, I think.
ZFI: Who's Kevin?
TL: Oh, Kevin's always saying, 'I'm going to buy you a beer to tick off your dad.'
MD: Because we're underage.
RM: He's interested in guns, and MN Militia...
MD: And hunting.
ZFI: Oh my.
TL: He was threatening Ben with a harpoon when he and MD were courting, because, you know, 'decapitate the first boyfriend' and everything. He didn't end up stabbing him though, much to the chagrin of me and most likely the unending joy and gratitude of MD.
RM: He ended up giving the harpoon to them when they got engaged.
ZFI: Wow! He's probably got some story about having that!
RM: No, he just bought it online someplace.
*much laughter*
RM: Last year I saw this sign at Micheal's Craft Store that said, 'No Trespassing. Violators will be shot. Survivors will be shot again.' I picked it up and showed it to MD and TL and said, 'Who does this remind you of?'
TL: No, I showed you it and said that!
RM: Oh, did you? Whatever. Anyway, I gave it to Kevin, and he got a big charge out of that.
TL: Although he said it was an insult.
MD: Yeah! 'So you're implying that I wouldn't kill them the first time?'
ZFI: So you think that when people drive by his house and they see the sign, they think, 'Oh, who lives there?'
RM: He said he would hang it on his door. But that would be pretty un-neighborly, and from what I've read on his blog, it sounds like he has some sort of connection with his neighbors. He probably hung it in his garage someplace.
MD: There was that time when we opened the can of whoop-dance because of that dare...
ZFI: How'd it go? Who won?
RM: Faith won... no question about it.
MD: Kevin was like, 'I don't want to do that.' And I said, 'You're doing it, Kevin!!!' and he was like, 'Okay...' and Ben said, 'You know, MD, I'm gonna beat you because even though I'm a white Lutheran boy, I got rhythm!' And I said, 'Yeah right, Ben!!!' And I kicked their butts!
ZFI: So he may be good at hot dish...
RM: And lutefisk...
ZFI: And lutefisk!!! But he's not good at dancing. Neither of them are.
TL: And should we talk about his girlfriend?
ZFI: Kevin has a girlfriend?
RM: So what about that lovely young lady? Why does she hang around him?
MD: Oh you know Kevin is a ladies man.
RM: So if he's a ladies man, why does she hang around him? She must see right through him!
MD: It's because he's a ladies man and she sees right through him!
*laughter*
MD: And why didn't they come to the Superbowl party?
RM: *dramatic gasp* They spurned us!!!
MD: So now we're gonna talk smack about him on the blog, because he spurned us!
ZFI: And you know he'll love it!
RM: Oh yeah, he'll be all over this.

RM: So do we have anything else to say about Kevin? He is someone of such great depth...
MD: He is an enigma.
RM: Kevin is an enigma!
ZFI: So is this a long blog post?
TL: Not really.
ZFI: No? You should do a part two!
RM: Kevin Revisited!

*We've segued back into inappropriate topics that will not be posted.*

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Sweet dreams are made of this

I don't think I've ever written much about "sexy" on this blog, but I'll tell you now that when it comes to music I think Annie Lennox's voice is the sexiest I've ever heard on a recording. She could generate chemistry by singing the elemental tables, and she could sing the telephone book to me and I'd listen just for the chance that I'd hear my name from her lips. While I think she's attractive in her way (she's always had a great face for videos), physically she doesn't turn my head the way her voice does. I don't know what it is exactly about her voice but ever since the Eurythmics days I've found it mesmerizing.

I read today that her latest album (and her final one with Sony after 30 years) released this week. It's entitled "The Annie Lennox Collection" and features the best cuts from her solo career, including covers of "A Whiter Shade of Pale" and Ash's "Shining Star". A noticeable omission from the collection is her Oscar-winning "Into the West" that struck the perfect note at the end of "The Return of the King" conclusion to the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I've already got that song from iTunes, so I'll likely download the new album and add it to the collection.

One of the interesting things from the story today is that Lennox is an avid blogger, embracing the internet as a musician and a writer. She posts every couple of days and has a nice, direct style, though I suspect she and I might not share the same politics.

Hmmm, perhaps if she were to podcast ....



Oh, well, the new album includes her hit "Walking on Broken Glass"; here's a link to original video of the song, a "Dangerous Liaisons" take-off featuring John Malkovich and Hugh "House" Laurie. Very amusing.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

A way of the gun

I sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the gun in my right hand. It was black, with a dull gleam, a scent of oil and cordite. It wasn't beautiful, it wasn't ugly, it didn't look like anything other than what it was...functional — and with a very specific function.

"My God," I thought, "what have I done?"
















Video documentation of "the failed policies of the last 8 years"



Yep, that dumb George Bush and John Snow, Alan Greenspan and John "McSame" sure were idiots. If only they had listened to the combined genius of Barnie Frank and Chuck Schumer.

Oh wait...they did.

The real smart guy: Senator Barack Obama who "refused to weigh in."
If I had a hammer (or 23)

The Hammerswing blog may have gone back in the shed, but you can still have high-impact fun with a "name that hammer" quiz. There are photos of 23 types of hammers and you try to name them and guess what they're used for (and no, "pound things" is not a sufficient answer).

Here's a photo of something called a Nappan Knocker. I'm not sure I want to knock any Nappans, but it's a cool-looking tool.



HT: The Lumberjack.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Anorex[st]ics Inaneymous # 20! I Know You're All Waiting On Tenterhooks For This...
Ta-daaaaaaaaaaaa!!!


H/T Jifufu

Ciao for now!!!

Oh yeah, and if you click on the category Anorex[st]ics Inaneymous, the comics don't appear there for some reason. I'll take it up with the Night Writer.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Four more years?
Today is (or was, since it's almost over) the fourth anniversary of this blog. According to my web-host's stats there have been 1,333 posts over the past 1,456 days, and according to Site Meter, some 166,000 visitors. That's pretty amazing to me. While I'm no Dread Pirate Roberts ("Good night, Wesley, I'll probably kill you in the morning") when it comes to keeping this going, I set out with nothing more than a commitment to myself to try this for six months and with even fewer specifics as to what I was going to write or hoped to accomplish. Yet here we are.

I have to thank and give credit to the readers who have come by here. While there's really no reason to maintain a blog of this sort except for one's own amusement, your patronage has been both amusing and encouraging to me. I know I would not have posted as often — or for this long — if my own amusement were the only factor. In turn, I hope I have made you laugh and sometimes — oh joy — made you think. Judging by the comments that have been posted here and by the emails I've received, I've been occasionally successful at those two things. What has really blown me away, however, are the messages I've received that in one way or another say, "You've helped me." That wasn't really in the original charter, but now that may very well be the biggest incentive to keep on with this.

Yesterday I re-upped the domain registration and paid the annual fee in advance. In addition, plans are under way to move this blog to a new location and a slightly different (and simpler) URL, probably within a few weeks. My wife is at work on an awesome new header and I've begun playing around with some ways to make this look cleaner and make searching and archiving more efficient and complete. The appropriate details and directions to the new home will be posted when the time comes.

In the meantime and on behalf of myself, Reverend Mother, Mall Diva and Tiger Lilly, thank you for being there. I can imagine, but I can't stand to think of, what my life would be like now if it wasn't for the new people and relationships that have come as a result of this little experiment. Some of you I've never actually "met" and others — like Ben — the Mall Diva and I will probably never be able to get rid of now. I honestly don't know how much longer I'll be doing this but I truly appreciate that you're willing to do it with me.

Be sure to cut yourself a piece of cake!


Thursday, February 12, 2009

One day left

Okay, guys, how are you coming on your Valentine's Day plans for your wife or significant other? Have you selected the special, highly personal playlist of songs and burned a CD or uploaded it to her MP3 player? No?

Well have you written her a poem, or a letter, telling her how much she means to you? Thought of something special to say that's not too many words to memorize?

What, you mean you're going to rush down to the store, find a hyper-priced bunch of roses or an over-packaged box of chocolates, or buy one of those spa packages that tells your wife, "Honey, I love you, but you need a whole day of people working on you to get beautiful!"? (Or worse, "Honey, I saw this spa ad in the sports section and the woman in the photo looked really hot, draped in this sheet and, uh, yeah, well, and it made me think of you! Yeah, that's the ticket!")

You might as well throw yourself on her mercy (she's probably used to it anyway) or let yourself be led to slaughter on the altar of Hallmark by a couple of those winged FTD guys.

Wait a minute, maybe it's not too late. Find a nice, romantic poem, type it into your computer, use a frilly font, print it out in color, buy a nice frame at Target. Voilà! What do you mean, all you can think of is "Casey at the Bat?" Okay, here's a good one by Kenneth Rexroth. It's been tried, tested and personally guaranteed by me.


Click to enlarge.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Adjusted for inflation

"A million trillion here, a million trillion there; pretty soon you’re talking about real money."
— Everett Dirksen

$2 TRILLION?
White House's $2.5 trillion plan draws criticism over lack of details.


By EDMUND L. ANDREWS and STEPHEN LABATON, New York Times

WASHINGTON - The White House plan to rescue the nation's financial system, announced Tuesday by Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner, is far bigger than anyone predicted and envisions a far greater government role in markets and banks than at any time since the 1930s.

Administration officials committed to flood the financial system with as much as $2.5 trillion -- $350 billion of that coming from the bailout fund and the rest from private investors and the Federal Reserve, making use of its ability to print money.
...
But the initial assessment from the markets, lawmakers and economists was brutally negative, in large part because they expected more details.

Basic questions about how the various parts of the program would work -- especially those involving the unsellable mortgages that banks are holding and preventing home foreclosures -- were left for another day. Some Wall Street experts criticized the plan for relying too heavily on the same vague solutions proposed by the Bush administration.

The stock market, propped up for weeks on the expectation that Washington would finally deliver a comprehensive rescue plan, dipped almost as soon as Geithner began speaking in the morning.



Sweet hearts

Create your own short and sweet nothings in candy heart form — either as a trio of hearts or as a single heart — using the Candy Heart Generator. Be sappy, be funny, be cruel but, most of all, be brief!



HT: Through the Illusion.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm Sure You Are All Aware Of This Very Special Day...
..it's my birthday! Yay! But I didn't need to tell you that, did I?

So last Saturday I was going to have my birthday party. We were going rock climbing. Everybody shows up, ready to get some rock wall conquering in. We go to Vertical Endeavors, only to find out... you have to have a waiver (can you hear Dad singing in the background, 'So dangerous you have to sign a waiver...'?). So much for that. We handed out the waivers, telling everyone to have their parents sign the evil sheets of paper, and we would come back tomorrow (Sunday). So the day was spent playing Loaded Questions (best game ever) and Paper Telephone, eating cake, and generally laughing our heads off.

Sunday comes around. Everyone who was invited called and said they were able to come. No one forgot their waivers. We got the gear needed from an incredibly excited guy, and went through the orientation thingy. Unfortunately it was really busy that day. We had to wait a while before one of the walls was open. We had a lot of fun trying to make our way up the walls. I got to the top three or four times. RM made up to the top as well.

Today we're having family over. I'm baking my own cake. Flour power!!!

Ciao for now.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Comment policy

A few years ago I stopped at a local gas station and convenience store to tank up. It was a Saturday and back in the day when you had to go into the store to pay, and it so happened that I was in a hurry. I stood in line while the sole cashier seemed to take his sweet, ever-lovin' time in handling the transactions of those in front of me. When it was my turn I felt a strong urge to make some cutting comment, or call the guy "Lightning" or something similar. Just as I was about to do that, however, I had an even stronger thought: "What if I say that and this same guy shows up at church tomorrow as a visitor while I'm ushering?"

My fiery-hot comment turned to ashes in my mouth. I swallowed hard, signed my receipt and beat it out of there. I may have lost a few minutes but I probably gained something more.

I still think of this little episode from time to time as I surf my favorite blogs and drop in on their Comment sections. Many of these have their "regulars" who engage in spirited debate, and typically the more spirited it gets the less respectful the tone of the commenters back and forth. There are times, I must confess, when funny, inventive and highly personal and derogatory ripostes have wanted to leap through my flying fingers onto the comment page to symbolically gut not only another person's argument but his very being. Such is the anonymity and immunity of the internet. I have bitten my tongue, or perhaps my fingernails, however to keep from doing so.

When I write for this blog I often have a picture of a composite reader in my head. Not necessarily anyone in particular but someone who is obviously intelligent and who has good taste or otherwise he or she wouldn't have stopped by. Having this sense moderates, or modulates, some of what I might type — along with the thought that stuff tends to live forever on the web like so much space junk orbiting the earth. Meanwhile some cosmic gravity will see to it that my least generous, most base and unedifying words will turn up in someone's Google-search. Therefore my fingernails grow ragged.

Likewise in the various comment sections I always try to remember that there are real people on the other side of those electrons, no matter how cartoon-like their on-screen personas might appear. Therefore, while I may use a clever turn of phrase or pointed observation in responding to their argument, I don't go personal or suggest that they molest collies. Sometimes I'll type something inflammatory, take satisfaction from that sparkling eviseration, and then delete it. Whether the person I'm responding to is 5'2" or 6'5", if I wouldn't say it to his/her face, I shouldn't post it either. Someday I might actually meet that person and if he's 5'2" I'll feel like a heel and if he's 6'5" I might get ground under his heel.

And, someday, I just might meet them at church.
Viewer Discretion Is Advised: Anorex[st]ics Inaneymous #19
H/T Nightwriter.

Caution: Comic bloody and scary images.

And without further ado I present to you (hey, that rhymed!):



You'll never look at Thursdays the same way again, muahahahahaha.


Ciao for now!

Sunday, February 8, 2009

A beast of a burden

Megan McArdle writing in The Atlantic...

It seems to me that the burden of proof ought naturally to be on the stimulus proponents to satisfy the public that their highly theoretical models are basically sound, especially for the parts of the bill that aren't tax cuts or transfer payments. Let's recall that the evidence for this kind of stimulus working in this kind of situation basically rests on a single instance (World War II)--the other two times it was tried (Japan in the 1990s and America in the 1930s) the economy basically rolled along in the doldrums for the rest of the decade.

Proponents say that that's because there wasn't enough stimulus, which is possibly true, but not really satisfying, because first, how do we know this package is enough, and second, that leaves us with a belief in the virtues of stimulus that is essentially non-falsifiable. We might as well move macroeconomic policy to the Office of Faith-Based Initiatives.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Remember when...

Today is the birthday of Ronald Reagan; he would have been 98. We're also just barely past the 29th anniversary of his first inaugural address. Some highlights:

In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem. From time to time we've been tempted to believe that society has become too complex to be managed by self-rule, that government by an elite group is superior to government for, by, and of the people. Well, if no one among us is capable of governing himself, then who among us has the capacity to govern someone else? All of us together, in and out of government, must bear the burden. The solutions we seek must be equitable, with no one group singled out to pay a higher price.
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We are a nation that has a government--not the other way around. And this makes us special among the nations of the Earth. Our government has no power except that granted it by the people. It is time to check and reverse the growth of government, which shows signs of having grown beyond the consent of the governed.
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Now, so there will be no misunderstanding, it's not my intention to do away with government. It is rather to make it work--work with us, not over us; to stand by our side, not ride on our back. Government can and must provide opportunity, not smother it; foster productivity, not stifle it.
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On the eve of our struggle for independence a man who might have been one of the greatest among the Founding Fathers, Dr. Joseph Warren, president of the Massachusetts Congress, said to his fellow Americans, "Our country is in danger, but not to be despaired of . . . On you depend the fortunes of America. You are to decide the important questions upon which rests the happiness and the liberty of millions yet unborn. Act worthy of yourselves."

Amen.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Fundamentals in Film: Groundhog Day

When I told the lads last week that we were going to watch a classic Bill Murray movie that featured a cute, furry animal they were all, "Cool - Caddyshack!"

"Oh yeah," I replied, "And what positive message could I possibly squeeze out of that besides 'Be the ball.'"

There were a number of reasons for me to choose "Groundhog Day": 1) It's February, 2) The story, and 3) Bill Murray is about the only actor to come out of Saturday Night Live who's movies I like. As it turns out, the movie was timely for another reason as well, which I'll get to.

I think most people know the plot of the movie. Murray is an egotistical, selfish jerk of a TV weatherman who literally gets stuck in Puxatawney, PA covering the annual Groundhog Day ceremonies. Not just stuck as in he can't leave town, but stuck living the same day over and over again although he's the only one who's aware of what's happening — everyone else in the town forgets what happened before when they live the day all over again. Why this particular jerk is singled out for this anomaly is hard to say, but just go with it. Murray soon discovers that no matter what he does — including getting locked in jail, kidnapping Puxatawney Phil or killing himself — will keep him from waking up at 6:00 a.m. the "next" morning to the exact same story.

When he first realizes there are "no consequences" he indulges in any and every thing he can think of to amuse himself, whether it's stealing money, taking advantage of unsuspecting women, pigging out on fatty food, sweets and smoking...all while it's clear that he's coming apart trying to deal with this unique kind of Hell. He eventually sets his sights on seducing his new producer, played by Andie MacDowell, using his endless series of days to learn everything about her, what she likes, what she hopes for, what might impress her and then trying to use this knowledge to deceive her. She has a good heart and he's very nearly successful again and again but each time her common sense and character undo his schemes. Thwarted in his quest and ultimately bored by his all his indulgences, Murray tries a number of inventive ways to kill himself, but always waking up back in his bed. At his lowest point he spends another day with MacDowell, not trying to scam her but trying to convince her of the absurd thing that is happening to him. She agrees to help him, and in the wee hours of the morning, exhausted, Murray realizes that what attracts him to her is her kindness, fairness and compassion even when dealing with a guy she knows only as a jerk.

At rock bottom, and from that revelation, Murray starts to change, using his unique situation and "omniscience" to help others. Strangely enough, he starts to have fun and begins enjoying himself by helping others, preventing accidents and becoming the most popular guy in town.

I first got the idea to show this movie this month back in November or December, but what makes it especially timely now is that it comes on the heels of the post I wrote earlier this week about the book Born to be Good and the "discovery" that humans have a built-in and measurable warm feeling and reaction to doing good or seeing good things done. Murray's journey from bewilderment to dissipation, depression and ultimately redemption — though filmed 25 years before the book was written — demonstrates that premise in a funny and touching movie that is as fundamental as any film in this series. (See Sidebar Categories for other films).

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

More than a feeling

You know those times when you see something so good, so right, happen —or read about it, or hear about it — and that warm-feeling comes over you? It could be more than a feeling.

There's a fascinating piece by Brian "St Paul" Ward of Fraters Libertas as he refers to a couple of other articles that have picked up on the fact that people, well, "pick up" on certain things that are good and true.

Ebert cites a Slate article from December, which cites a book called "Born to Be Good" by psychologist Dacher Keltner, who is studying this emotion, called "elevation." From the Slate article:

Keltner writes that he believes when we experience transcendence, it stimulates our vagus nerve, causing "a feeling of spreading, liquid warmth in the chest and a lump in the throat."

Elevation has always existed but has just moved out of the realm of philosophy and religion and been recognized as a distinct emotional state and a subject for psychological study. Psychology has long focused on what goes wrong, but in the past decade there has been an explosion of interest in "positive psychology" — what makes us feel good and why. University of Virginia moral psychologist Jonathan Haidt, who coined the term elevation, writes, "Powerful moments of elevation sometimes seem to push a mental 'reset button,' wiping out feelings of cynicism and replacing them with feelings of hope, love, and optimism, and a sense of moral inspiration."

We come to elevation, Haidt writes, through observing others — their strength of character, virtue, or "moral beauty." Elevation evokes in us "a desire to become a better person, or to lead a better life."


Of course, Ebert, Keltner and Haight attribute this to something cultural or that has evolved in mankind. As I read that section, however, I immediately recognized it as something very familiar; something that Brain and I both recognized as spiritual:

That strikes me as accurate, except for the focus on its sole origin as the actions of others. On occasion, I have experienced elevation with regard to an individuals' actions, typically a selfless act of kindness or sacrifice. But more often, it's been an emotion evoked by a broader idea or concept. And this can come not only words, but also an images or music. Movies, books, recordings, as well have people have caused it for me. As such, I never centered on any person involved. Rather, I've come to interpret it as a instance of revealing an essential truth. The truth of how we're supposed to live our lives. In the video above, for example, "let's not kill our children," said in a beautiful and simple manner.

Getting close to truth is another way of saying getting close to God. So, this feeling of elevation has a religious meaning for me. I assumed this interpretation would be universal, irrefutable. Yet, the Ebert and Slate articles never even mention the possibility. Instead, they cite as examples of those bringing elevation the pop culture trinity of Barack Obama, Michael Jordan, and Oprah Winfrey.

Yes, I've felt and enjoyed "elevation" in watching certain movies or reading certain books or hearing certain speakers, but I've also felt it most profoundly when infused by a Trinity that's anything but pop. How ironic, it appears to me, that the learned experts can walk right up to the edge of revelation and stop themselves just short, as if it were a cliff they dare not let themselves go over.

Amazon's editorial synopsis of Keltner's book includes the following description (emphasis mine): "A new examination of the surprising origins of human goodness. In Born to Be Good, Dacher Keltner demonstrates that humans are not hardwired to lead lives that are 'nasty, brutish, and short'— we are in fact born to be good. He investigates an old mystery of human evolution: why have we evolved positive emotions like gratitude, amusement, awe, and compassion that promote ethical action and are the fabric of cooperative societies?"

Evolved? Could, perhaps, those emotions have been implanted in us by God? Could they even be the essence of what "being created in the likeness and image of" means? That is, not so much a physical likeness but a spiritual harmonic that resonates in the presence of goodness? I have been suddenly "elevated" while singing praises to God, or in the midst of praying for someone, or when a revelation crystallizes suddenly in my half-alert mind. It doesn't happen every time I do these things; in fact it usually happens when I'm not expecting it to. In the middle of a song that we've sung dozens of times, for example, or in half-way through praying for someone when — whoosh elevation! (Actually, in our circles, we call it "anointing") It seems to wait for that split-second when I stop thinking about myself to manifest itself and I know that I've made a different kind of connection, or been a conduit for one.

It's not a self-congratulatory wave of emotion from taking pride in my doing something "good", either; in fact, that kind of thought quenches the feeling immediately. It's another demonstration of what St. Paul (the apostle, not Brian) wrote when he urged us not to be "conformed" to the world and all of its selfishness, but to be "transformed" by the "renewing of our minds" when we ever-so-briefly touch something larger than ourselves.


Prayers and condolences...

... are in order for the Carlson family.

Peace, friend.

Monday, February 2, 2009

In your facebook

I have to confess I'm living a double-life. I've been doing this blogging thing for a while now but a couple of weeks ago I finally got into the Facebook thing; mainly just so I could read what my daughters were putting on there. Of course, once the Facebook organism recognizes you it runs all of its tendrils out through your past and present in its proprietary way and starts re-connecting you with people. Which is fun, but leads to more time on-line writing notes and on walls, poking and tagging people and so on.

It's kind of like getting a new pet. The thing about a new pet, however, is that no matter how cute it is, it's still got to be fed. And if you've got other pets — like a blog, for instance — these want to be fed, too, and it can get kind of hairy trying to run back and forth between them. Then those long-lost friends want to get all caught up on your life, and get you all caught up on theirs, so they tag you with the "25 Things" Meme.

Well, my short answer to that is "Read My Blog!" because basically everything that's gone on, or is going on, in my life shows up there in one way or another. But doing it that way is the War and Peace version (on DVD, with Director's commentary). So I decided to do the Reader's Digest version (albeit annotated), while simultaneously "feeding" both my Facebook page and my blog. Here then, is my "25 Things" thing, many with links to past blog-posts that provide the back-story to that "thing".

1. I know a lot of words, but I can use just a few of them at a time if necessary.

2. I can't access Facebook during the day because it's blocked on my company computers.

3. Sometimes I can be a real smart-ass.

4. And sometimes I can be a fair (or, perhaps, unfair) poet.

5. A movie that I always have to stop and watch if I come across it while channel-surfing: Zulu.

6. I teach a monthly "Fundamentals in Film" class to a group of teenage boys, using popular films to illustrate timeless truths of character and honorable behavior (as opposed to the images of Homer Simpson and professional wrestlers they're most often exposed to).

7. Sometimes, the movies and lessons come alive.

8. I'm in love with my wife!

9. I'm also Dad to the Bone.

10. My wife and I home-educate our children at the Stewart Academy for Girls.

11. And sometimes we get unexpected help and lessons ourselves.

12. And I'm still learning stuff:

13. I've been to England twice. Once as an exchange student in college and 28 years later with my family,

14. I've also been to Italy,

15. And to Scotland,

16. And to Ireland,

17. And to the Emergency Room!

18. I know the difference between men and women.

19. And I'm not afraid to stick my neck (and head) out when it comes to my kids.

20. But a lot of people think I have some funny ideas about how to go about getting married:

21. I worked for a while part-time as a scoreboard operator at the Metrodome for Twins, Vikings and Minnesota Gophers games, and the odd rock concert, Wrestlemania and tractor pull - some odder than others:

22. My life frequently resembles something out of Monty Python:

23. My 14-year-old daughter and co-blogger is already a prize-winning author!

24. My wife and daughters go out for coffee together every Friday morning and often "live-blog" the experience. I sometimes wonder just what has been poured into their stream of consciousness.

25. I'm tired.
Extra Extra Super Duper Special Anorex[st]ics Inaneymous #18! In Color!!!

H/T Night Writer for idea.

Ciao for now!