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<title>Of mass, and men, and the remains of the day</title>
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I thought I was pretty well-read, being a fan of history and having minored in poli-sci in college (though my profs were generally left-of-center and one was a flaming communist), but my wife forwarded me an essay the other day by someone I'd never heard of &mdash; and really should have: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Jay_Nock">Albert Jay Nock</a>. The essay is entitled "Isaiah's Job" and originally appeared in the Atlantic Monthly in 1936. It makes a strong case for refusing to pander to the "masses" in favor of serving the nearly invisible and unknown "remnant". <br />
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<a href="http://www.mises.org/store/Nock-T-Shirt-Heather-Green-P312C0.aspx?AFID=14"><img src="/files/thenightwriterblog-Our_Enemy_the_State.jpg" width="190" height="270" style="float: right; margin: 4px;" alt=""></a>It was especially relevant to me because I've been thinking a lot lately about how far one can compromise in politics (or anything) without losing a working grasp on one's principles. This has been especially true in light of the series <a href="http://www.shotinthedark.info/wp/?cat=72">Mitch Berg</a> has been doing on what the Republican Party needs to do to develop and disseminate its message in Minnesota. I've frankly long-since grown weary of the philosophy of voting for the lesser of two evils (since that's still voting for evil), which forces me to think in terms of what I really believe is important and what I'm willing to do to achieve it &mdash; even if it means "losing" a few election cycles. Reading Nock's essay it was amazing and stirring to see how eloquently he was stating some of the conclusions I've come to, some of which have found their way into recent posts here. <br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Jay_Nock">Albert Jay Nock</a> was one of the seminal voices of conservative/libertarian thought in the first half of the 20th century. As an editor and essayist he was recognized as one of the towering intellects of his era and a contemporary and colleague of people such as Charles Beard, Bertrand Russell, Thomas Mann, Lewis Mumford, Lincoln Steffens, Thorstein Veblen, William Henry Chamberlin and Louis Untermeyer. Author of <i>On Doing the Right Thing</i>, <i>Our Enemy, the State</i>, a biography of Thomas Jefferson, and his own autobiography, <i>Memoirs of a Superfluous Man</i>. <br />
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The Wikipedia entry for him includes the following: <blockquote>During the 1930s, Nock was one of the most consistent critics of Franklin Roosevelt's New Deal programs. In <i>Our Enemy, the State</i>, Nock argued that the New Deal was merely a pretext for the federal government to increase its control over society. He was dismayed that the president had gathered unprecedented power in his own hands and called this development an out-and-out coup d'etat. Nock criticized those who believed that the new regimentation of the economy was temporary, arguing that it would prove a permanent shift. He believed that the inflationary monetary policy of the Republican administrations of the 1920s were responsible for the onset of the Great Depression, and that the New Deal was responsible for perpetuating it.</blockquote> For a more detailed description of Nock's life and beliefs, read <a href="http://www.lewrockwell.com/tucker/tucker23.html">this essay</a>.<br />
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The term "remnant" has developed strong religious overtones in certain evangelical circles where it has become a by-word of particular eschatological beliefs. In <a href="http://www.lewrockwell.com/orig3/nock3b.html">Isaiah's Job</a>, Nock begins with the prophet Isaiah and the original biblical references, but connects the concept to the writings of Plato and Marcus Aurelius as well, offering a classic "old times" rather than "end times" perspective along with a stirring call to embrace an apparently impossible assignment. <br />
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<blockquote>The prophet's career began at the end of King Uzziah's reign, say about 740 B.C. This reign was uncommonly long, almost half a century, and apparently prosperous. It was one of those prosperous reigns, however – like the reign of Marcus Aurelius at Rome, or the administration of Eubulus at Athens, or of Mr. Coolidge at Washington – where at the end the prosperity suddenly peters out and things go by the board with a resounding crash.<br />
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In the year of Uzziah's death, the Lord commissioned the prophet to go out and warn the people of the wrath to come. "Tell them what a worthless lot they are." He said, "Tell them what is wrong, and why and what is going to happen unless they have a change of heart and straighten up. Don't mince matters. Make it clear that they are positively down to their last chance. Give it to them good and strong and keep on giving it to them. I suppose perhaps I ought to tell you," He added, "that it won't do any good. The official class and their intelligentsia will turn up their noses at you and the masses will not even listen. They will all keep on in their own ways until they carry everything down to destruction, and you will probably be lucky if you get out with your life."<br />
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Isaiah had been very willing to take on the job – in fact, he had asked for it – but the prospect put a new face on the situation. It raised the obvious question: Why, if all that were so – if the enterprise were to be a failure from the start – was there any sense in starting it? "Ah," the Lord said, "you do not get the point. <b>There is a Remnant there that you know nothing about. They are obscure, unorganized, inarticulate, each one rubbing along as best he can. They need to be encouraged and braced up because when everything has gone completely to the dogs, they are the ones who will come back and build up a new society; and meanwhile, your preaching will reassure them and keep them hanging on.</b> Your job is to take care of the Remnant, so be off now and set about it."</blockquote>Isaiah's job, then &mdash; and the case Nock makes for his reader &mdash; is to strengthen the things that will remain, even if these are nearly buried by the spirit of the age and even though it may appear more popular and lucrative to tickle the ears of the masses. But who, what or which is which?<blockquote>What do we mean by the masses, and what by the Remnant?<br />
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As the word masses is commonly used, it suggests agglomerations of poor and underprivileged people, labouring people, proletarians, and it means nothing like that; it means simply the majority. The mass-man is one who has neither the force of intellect to apprehend the principles issuing in what we know as the humane life, nor the force of character to adhere to those principles steadily and strictly as laws of conduct; and because such people make up the great and overwhelming majority of mankind, they are called collectively the masses. The line of differentiation between the masses and the Remnant is set invariably by quality, not by circumstance. <b>The Remnant are those who by force of intellect are able to apprehend these principles, and by force of character are able, at least measurably, to cleave to them. The masses are those who are unable to do either.</b><br />
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The picture which Isaiah presents of the Judean masses is most unfavorable. In his view, the mass-man – <b>be he high or be he lowly, rich or poor, prince or pauper</b> – gets off very badly. He appears as not only weak-minded and weak-willed, but as by consequence knavish, arrogant, grasping, dissipated, unprincipled, unscrupulous.</blockquote> That smacks of an elitism that would get you drummed out of any Party caucus and get you mocked on national television since it flies in the face of nearly 100 years of public education and the facile lip-service of our social, political and cultural icons. It is far easier to simply feed the beast rather than stick your arm in and try to pull a bone from its maw. <blockquote>Everyone with a message nowadays is, like my venerable European friend, eager to take it to the masses. His first, last and only thought is of mass-acceptance and mass-approval. His great care is to put his doctrine in such shape as will capture the masses' attention and interest. This attitude towards the masses is so exclusive, so devout, that one is reminded of the troglodytic monster described by Plato, and the assiduous crowd at the entrance to its cave, trying obsequiously to placate it and win its favour, trying to interpret its inarticulate noises, trying to find out what it wants, and eagerly offering it all sorts of things that they think might strike its fancy.</blockquote> Appealing to the masses is a great way to sell beer or American Idol, but a treacherous way to build a foundation, especially for anything that has to last. <blockquote> The main trouble with all this is its reaction upon the mission itself. It necessitates an opportunist sophistication of one's doctrine, which profoundly alters its character and reduces it to a mere placebo. If, say, you are a preacher, you wish to attract as large a congregation as you can, which means an appeal to the masses; and this, in turn, means adapting the terms of your message to the order of intellect and character that the masses exhibit. If you are an educator, say with a college on your hands, you wish to get as many students as possible, and you whittle down your requirements accordingly. If a writer, you aim at getting many readers; if a publisher, many purchasers; if a philosopher, many disciples; if a reformer, many converts; if a musician, many auditors; and so on. But as we see on all sides, in the realization of these several desires, the prophetic message is so heavily adulterated with trivialities, in every instance, that its effect on the masses is merely to harden them in their sins. Meanwhile, the Remnant, aware of this adulteration and of the desires that prompt it, turn their backs on the prophet and will have nothing to do with him or his message.<br />
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Isaiah, on the other hand, worked under no such disabilities. He preached to the masses only in the sense that he preached publicly. Anyone who liked might listen; anyone who liked might pass by. He knew that the Remnant would listen; and knowing also that nothing was to be expected of the masses under any circumstances, he made no specific appeal to them, did not accommodate his message to their measure in any way, and did not care two straws whether they heeded it or not. As a modern publisher might put it, he was not worrying about circulation or about advertising. Hence, with all such obsessions quite out of the way, he was in a position to do his level best, without fear or favour, and answerable only to his august Boss.<br />
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If a prophet were not too particular about making money out of his mission or getting a dubious sort of notoriety out of it, the foregoing considerations would lead one to say that serving the Remnant looks like a good job. An assignment that you can really put your back into, and do your best without thinking about results, is a real job; whereas serving the masses is at best only half a job, considering the inexorable conditions that the masses impose upon their servants. They ask you to give them what they want, they insist upon it, and will take nothing else; and following their whims, their irrational changes of fancy, their hot and cold fits, is a tedious business, to say nothing of the fact that what they want at any time makes very little call on one’s resources of prophesy. The Remnant, on the other hand, want only the best you have, whatever that may be. Give them that, and they are satisfied; you have nothing more to worry about. The prophet of the American masses must aim consciously at the lowest common denominator of intellect, taste and character among 120,000,000 people; and this is a distressing task. The prophet of the Remnant, on the contrary, is in the enviable position of Papa Haydn in the household of Prince Esterhazy. All Haydn had to do was keep forking out the very best music he knew how to produce, knowing it would be understood and appreciated by those for whom he produced it, and caring not a button what anyone else thought of it; and that makes a good job.</blockquote> The thing about the masses is that while they can be hard to predict, they are generally easy to detect and their reaction, whether it be honor or approbation, is immediate (if short-lived). The Remnant &mdash; again those with the intellect to grasp the principals and the character to live by them &mdash; are harder to find. Indeed, they may appear to be extinct.<blockquote>One of the most suggestive episodes recounted in the Bible is that of a prophet's attempt – the only attempt of the kind on the record, I believe – to count up the Remnant. Elijah had fled from persecution into the desert, where the Lord presently overhauled him and asked what he was doing so far away from his job. He said that he was running away, not because he was a coward, but because all the Remnant had been killed off except himself. He had got away only by the skin of his teeth, and, he being now all the Remnant there was, if he were killed the True Faith would go flat. The Lord replied that he need not worry about that, for even without him the True Faith could probably manage to squeeze along somehow if it had to; "and as for your figures on the Remnant," He said, "I don't mind telling you that there are seven thousand of them back there in Israel whom it seems you have not heard of, but you may take My word for it that there they are."</blockquote>The Remnant may be hard to find, but Nock strongly suggests that finding them isn't your job. <blockquote>The other certainty which the prophet of the Remnant may always have is that the Remnant will find him. He may rely on that with absolute assurance. They will find him without his doing anything about it; in fact, if he tries to do anything about it, he is pretty sure to put them off. He does not need to advertise for them nor resort to any schemes of publicity to get their attention. If he is a preacher or a public speaker, for example, he may be quite indifferent to going on show at receptions, getting his picture printed in the newspapers, or furnishing autobiographical material for publication on the side of "human interest." If a writer, he need not make a point of attending any pink teas, autographing books at wholesale, nor entering into any specious freemasonry with reviewers. All this and much more of the same order lies in the regular and necessary routine laid down for the prophet of the masses; it is, and must be, part of the great general technique of getting the mass-man's ear – or as our vigorous and excellent publicist, Mr. H. L. Mencken, puts it, the technique of boob-bumping. The prophet of the Remnant is not bound to this technique. He may be quite sure that the Remnant will make their own way to him without any adventitious aids; and not only so, but if they find him employing any such aids, as I said, it is ten to one that they will smell a rat in them and will sheer off.</blockquote> The lesson for those that cleave to liberty, self-government and self-discipline and want these to endure is that the standard must be planted and held fast, even if the masses move far away. You may lure them back by cutting off strips of the banner, but then the standard becomes unrecognizable. If you succeed in getting them to carry the altered banner they will only disgrace the original. Let the mass convulse one way and the other in pursuit of its pleasure; in time it will develop a stomach ache and seek relief and will look for the something that is clearly different and will deride that which they thought would make them happy. It's important that they see there is a difference. Who knows, maybe through the process some of the masses will receive the revelation of what doesn't work and will be able to apply and cleave to the value of the lesson, and become part of the Remnant you have loyally served and jealously guarded. <blockquote>So long as the masses are taking up the tabernacle of Moloch and Chiun, their images, and following the star of their god Buncombe, they will have no lack of prophets to point the way that leadeth to the More Abundant Life; and hence a few of those who feel the prophetic afflatus might do better to apply themselves to serving the Remnant. It is a good job, an interesting job, much more interesting than serving the masses; and moreover it is the only job in our whole civilization, as far as I know, that offers a virgin field.</blockquote><br />
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</p>Today's <i>Day by Day </i>cartoon is apt:<br />
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<title>On poverty and the fat of the land</title>
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<center><i>The open palm of desire, wants everything, wants everything, wants everything...</i><br />
&mdash; Paul Simon, "Further to Fly"</center><br />
Here's an <a href="http://www.ahiphiwire.org/News/Default.aspx?doc_id=279625&utm_source=4/7/2009&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=HiWire_Newsletter">interesting article </a>I read yesterday: <blockquote><b>1 in 5 Four-Year-Olds Obese, Study Finds</b><br />
Associated Press Online<br />
Lindsey Tanner<br />
April 07, 2009<br />
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A striking new study says almost 1 in 5 American 4-year-olds is obese, and the rate is alarmingly higher among American Indian children, with nearly a third of them obese. Researchers were surprised to see differences by race at so early an age.<br />
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Overall, more than half a million 4-year-olds are obese, the study suggests. Obesity is more common in Hispanic and black youngsters, too, but the disparity is most startling in American Indians, whose rate is almost double that of whites.<br />
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The lead author said that rate is worrisome among children so young, even in a population at higher risk for obesity because of other health problems and economic disadvantages.<br />
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Jessica Burger, a member of the Little River Ottawa tribe and health director of a tribal clinic in Manistee, Mich., said many children at her clinic are overweight or obese, including preschoolers.<br />
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Burger, a nurse, said one culprit is gestational diabetes, which occurs during a mother's pregnancy. That increases children's chances of becoming overweight and is almost twice as common in American Indian women, compared with whites.<br />
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She also blamed the federal commodity program for low-income people that many American Indian families receive. The offerings include lots of pastas, rice and other high-carbohydrate foods that contribute to what Burger said is often called a "commod bod."<br />
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"When that's the predominant dietary base in a household without access to fresh fruits and vegetables, that really creates a better chance of a person becoming obese," she said.<br />
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It's a conundrum of American culture that our poorest people, regardless of age, are more prone to be overweight than those with more education and higher incomes. It's not a new revelation, but this article jumped out at me because of something else I heard recently. <br />
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I attended a Catholic wedding and at one point the priest led a group prayer asking for God's intervention and/or blessing in a number of areas and listed "the elimination of poverty" in the petition. The <i>elimination </i>of poverty? I mean it's a fine and "Christian" sentiment, but didn't Jesus say we would have the poor with us always? It got me to thinking about just what poverty is (or isn't) and what exactly can be done about the symptoms and the root causes. Can you define poverty by the amount of money someone has (or hasn't), by where he lives, by his clothing...or by his actions, attitudes and habits?<br />
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The problem in defining poverty is that it is a relative term, subject to perception; i.e., "I may not be able to tell you what poverty is but I can tell you what it looks like" (or, "I know it when I see it.") There are people here in the U.S. that you can look at and consider themm to be "poor" &mdash; until you go to the Philippines and see a family living on (not in) a piece of cardboard in the city dump. To that Filipino family the poor man in America with an apartment, food, television and midnight basketball looks wealthy and his bag of Cheetos and Big Gulp are an excessive indulgence; meanwhile that American looks at my nice house, two cars, big yard, smells the sirloin grilling on the patio &mdash; and wonders why I'm so "lucky". And I think that if I won $100 million in the lottery I'd still clear nearly $50 million after taxes and could buy a mansion where fresh bon-bons could be delivered twice a day. <br />
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My wife, in her training as a police chaplain, has taken a number of classes to help her understand the stresses and job hazards of police officers as well as the social issues that make up the environments in which they have to do their jobs. I think one of the most interesting for her was the series on understanding that the poor, the middle class and the wealthy all really do think differently and have a nearly "secret" way of communicating within their groups that are almost incomprehensible to outsiders. I know, I know...it sounded kind of specious to me, too, until she shared some examples that made me go, "Hmmmm."<br />
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I won't go into all that now as it could easily be three or four posts, but I will offer that I think attitudes, habits and actions have more to do with a person's poverty than bad luck or conspiracy to keep one down. Recognizing that, we have several times in the past helped "poor" people out not just in money and goods, but in trying to show them where the critical decision-making points are, how our family manages things and how to have a vision for navigating to a better result. You've heard the old saying about giving a man a fish and you feed him for a day, but if you teach him to fish you feed him for a lifetime, right? We've helped people out with the equivalent of boats, equipment and fishing lessons, only to see them happily shove off and get out a little ways ... and eat their bait. <br />
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That doesn't mean that we'll stop trying to help or stop trying to renew our own thinking so we can be better at it. It does make us very dubious, however, of the proposition that redistributing wealth is going to do anything to reduce poverty. The problem isn't the amount of resources, it's information and perspective. The poor people in America who are obese aren't lacking food so much as they lack good nutrition; similarly education doesn't help if it's the wrong information. Look around and there's all kinds of evidence that so-called "smart" people in all walks of life are making dumb decisions when it comes to finances, whether it's in their own lives, in their families or  &mdash; God help us &mdash; in our governments. <br />
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Tasha Easterly in her <a href="http://www.onenewsnow.com/Blog/Default.aspx?id=422146">blog </a>at <a href="http://www.salvomag.com/">Salvo Magazine</a>, comments on a recent Camille Paglia radio interview. <br />
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<b>Camille Paglia Says Democrats Betrayed the Soul of Their Party</b><br />
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>"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." </i><br />
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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."<br />
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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. <br />
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But they also didn't have a lot of choice. <br />
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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 &mdash; faced with economic collapse and a global thirst for totalitarianism &mdash; 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 <i>think </i>such a choice exists. <br />
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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 <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_the_Lights_Go_On_Again">When the Lights Go On Again All Over the World</a>. Yet the generation that couldn't say "No" to its fate gave birth to the generation that apparently can't say "No" to anything. <br />
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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? <br />
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To be honest, the Greatest Generation also voted repeatedly for the New Deal, the ancestor of today's stimulus package &mdash; 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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 &mdash; and with a very specific function. <br />
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<i>"My God,"</i> I thought, <i>"what have I done?"</i><br />
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If you've read this far you probably had a sense of trepidation at what was about to be revealed. An underlying dread of guns permeates our culture...a culture that sensationalizes cartoon-like gun violence as entertainment in TV and movies while in real life producing a pervasive (and just as unrealistic) mindset that suggests that not only do guns have a mind of their own, but it's an evil and twisted mind at that. As for myself, I didn't grow up with firearms in the house for the most part but in my semi-rural adolescence I hunted a few times and fired pistols, rifles and shotguns on occasion. I also had BB guns when I was a kid and learned to aim (and what not to aim at) and operate a weapon effectively. Later my grandfather gave me a .22 rifle which I still have.<br />
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As an adult I didn't have a strong desire to own a handgun, but also didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so. On more than few occasions I thought of getting one just because I'd always enjoyed target-shooting, but there were always more necessary things, like a new set of tires or kids' tuitions, taking precedence. Just knowing I had a right to own a gun and the capability of buying one if I wanted to was enough for me. While I don't live a particularly dangerous life or in a particularly risky neighborhood, there have been unexpected times where having a gun handy would have been a comfort, such as the time when my 8 1/2 months pregnant and home alone wife had to ponder the defensive potential of a very fat cat heaved at the head of what she thought might be someone breaking into the house, or when I took a baseball bat to investigate a possible intruder in my garage, and especially the time when we took in a woman and her children who were hiding out from an allegedly violent husband. Those are times when you realize the reality behind the somewhat humorous maxim, "When seconds count, the police are just minutes away."<br />
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As the November election approached last year I started to think that something I'd long taken for granted wasn't necessarily as accessible as I thought. Apparently a few million other people had the same thought as just the potential of more restrictive gun control in fact achieved a form of that control: the increased demand effectively drove costs up and availability down as gun shows and gun dealers were swamped with those eager to buy while they could. As much as I hate crowds and lemming-like reactions I ultimately decided that owning a gun even if I never needed it was better than needing a gun and never having one. <br />
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Before doing so, however, I did a lot of research. Not just on what type of gun made the most sense for our potential need, but also on the hurdles to buying a gun and the ramifications of actually using one in self-defense. The very sobering realization is that you have to be prepared to essentially ruin your life in order to save it. Even when using a gun to defend yourself or someone else from death or great bodily harm, the public reaction, legal hassles and likely civil, if not criminal, trial means a prolonged, expensive and likely life-changing ordeal. Rather than making you "tough" or someone who "doesn't have to take crap from anyone", owning and then discharging a gun defensively (let's not even talk "offensively") in anything but the gravest extreme is a "loaded" transaction. (I highly recommend Massad Ayoob's very readable <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gravest-Extreme-Firearm-Personal-Protection/dp/0936279001/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1234936249&sr=1-2">"In the Gravest Extreme: The Role of the Firearm in Personal Protection"</a> if you want a quick and clear understanding of what is at stake, pro and con.)<br />
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Having long ago made the decision that I would give my life to preserve the ones near and dear to me, I now had to decide if I could take the life of someone who threatened them, and if I wanted my family to have the opportunity to make the same choice. Even having reached that decision, it was still a sobering moment when I returned from the range after practicing with the new gun and sat on the edge of that bed to clean the weapon. Holding something like in your hand is a big step away from theory and into reality. <br />
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The first priority was for home defense. For a variety of pretty obvious reasons, rifles are not ideal for the close confines of a home setting if the desperate need arises. Shotguns are effective and often advocated for home defense, but are also unwieldy indoors and can be as intimidating for the user as they are for the target. I wanted something that not only I could use effectively under duress, but something my wife or daughters could also control. I considered several options, researched these and talked to other people and ultimately settled on a specific handgun that an intruder would find both initially discouraging and ultimately devastating if it came to that. It's a gun that gives you the option of firing either .410 shotgun shells or .45 caliber Colts, weighs less than 2 pounds. I've had a couple of sessions with my wife and the girls and also Ben (since Ben and Faith will be living with us for awhile after they get married) so that everyone in the household knows how to load and fire the gun and is familiar with the sound and the kick. And I truly hope they never have to use it. <br />
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For now, the decision has been made in terms of home defense only. I'll probably take a Conceal & Carry class if only to have the training and certification, but I don't know that I'll often &mdash; if ever &mdash; carry. If I do go that route I'll need an additional gun since, obviously, if we have one handgun and I'm carrying it, it means that both I and the gun are not in the house in case there's trouble. <br />
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I'm fully aware that there are a lot of arguments for and against owning a gun. Anyone going down this path owes it to themselves, their families and their neighbors to consider this carefully and thoroughly. Of some use in this is an <a href="http://rackreport.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-gun-will-travel.html">excellent essay</a> that <a href="http://www.eckernet.com/2009/01/deep_thoughts_with_kevin-34.html">EckerNet </a> linked to a little while back entitled "Is CCW the Right Choice for Me?" The author went through a lot of the same thought processes that I did, and had some great observations and arguments that do an excellent job of summing up my own feelings, including:   <br />
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<i>It is I think, because this decision is so uncomfortable for most that firearms receive a special stigma. No one thinks that by wearing a seatbelt drivers will go out and look for accidents to get into, nor do they think that by owning a fire extinguisher that people will brazenly allow their children to play with matches, and rarely does anyone accuse martial arts classes of creating groups of felons who will go out and beat up on everyone they see. Yet those thoughts are directly analogous to the concerns many people voice concerning civilians carrying guns, despite the fact that they are all simply precautionary measures we take simply for our own safety.</i><br />
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In addition to this link, <a href="http://www.eckernet.com/2009/02/firearms_related_legislation_pending_in_congress.html">Kevin </a>at the EckerNet is running a series of posts this week looking at the various gun bills currently being considered in Congress. These deliberations will have a demonstrable effect on whether those people who have rushed to buy guns since November are foolish...or prescient. <br />
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As for myself, I think the author of the CCW piece I linked earlier again sums it up very well:<br />
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<i>The evidence has shown me that firearms in the hands of good people do far more good than harm. Good people, able to defend themselves and others, are ultimately a benefit to all. While this is not a decision I feel everyone should make, I am glad it is one which is available to me, and I shall exercise it with care.</i><br />
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Nancy features the word "zombie" in her Word for the Week on <a href="http://nancyfriedman.typepad.com/away_with_words/2009/01/word-of-the-week-zombie.html">Fritinancy</a>, and offers an entertaining history of the origin and uses of the word as well, of course, as its place in our entertainment and culture. Included in this is the following punditry she's come across recently:<blockquote><br />
But it's the ongoing global financial crisis that has truly reanimated "zombie." References to zombie banks and zombie companies have proliferated over the last 12 months. "The threat of zombies here and now is real," wrote Alyce Lomax in the <a href="http://www.fool.com/investing/general/2009/01/23/the-zombie-apocalypse-will-eat-our-economy.aspx">Motley Fool blog </a>last week:<br />
<blockquote><i>That is, the zombie banks and zombie corporations that are artificially kept alive even though in any rational, natural world they should be dead. And if these reanimated corpses are still stumbling around, growing greater and greater in number, well, I'm pretty sure we all know what appears to be causing the dead to rise.</i><br />
</blockquote>In a Jan. 18 column titled "Wall Street Voodoo," New York Times op-ed columnist and Nobel Prize winner Paul Krugman wrote about a hypothetical bank, "Gothamgroup":<blockquote><br />
<i>On paper, Gotham has $2 trillion in assets and $1.9 trillion in liabilities, so that it has a net worth of $100 billion. But a substantial fraction of its assets — say, $400 billion worth — are mortgage-backed securities and other toxic waste. If the bank tried to sell these assets, it would get no more than $200 billion. <br />
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So Gotham is a zombie bank: it’s still operating, but the reality is that it has already gone bust. Its stock isn’t totally worthless — it still has a market capitalization of $20 billion — but that value is entirely based on the hope that shareholders will be rescued by a government bailout.</i></blockquote></blockquote><br />
I think in these cases the zombies are roaming the streets moaning for "Brains!" not because they want to eat them but because they seem to have misplaced them. This does give me an excuse to link to a classic from Tiger Lilly, however: <br />
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(Finally, the <i>Are You Smarter Than a Fifth-Grader</i>-level trivia question: What movie did the headline of this post come from? Hint: it wasn't a zombie film.)<br />
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<p class="update"><b class="update">Update:</b> <br />
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To find out what the zombies don't want you to know (i.e., who you're really borrowing from) go <a href="http://monevator.com/2009/01/23/the-really-obvious-thing-we-all-forget-when-borrowing-money/">here</a>. (HT: <a href="http://throughtheillusion.com/2009/01/27/carnival-of-awe-to-the-some/#more-3001">Through the Illusion</a>). <br />
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An interesting excerpt from the <a href="http://www.serendipity.li/jsmill/post_1.html">foreward </a>of the book <i>Amusing Ourselves To Death</i>. <blockquote><br />
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions". In 1984, Huxley added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we hate will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we love will ruin us.<br />
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This hits on part of what I was getting at in my post earlier this month <a href="http://thenightwriterblog.powerblogs.com/posts/1213392127.shtml">Just Desserts in an Appetizer World</a>.  <br />
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<center><i>For the world offers only the lust <br />
for physical pleasure, <br />
the lust for everything we see, <br />
and pride in our possessions.<br />
 These are not from the Father. <br />
They are from this evil world.</i> <br />
(1 John 2:16, NLT)</center><br />
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Earlier this month I happened across an article about a study looking at the impact the media has on health. The <a href=" http://www.ahiphiwire.org/News/Default.aspx?doc_id=220709&utm_source=12/2/2008&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=HiWire_Newsletter&uid=TRACK_USER">study </a>was actually a consolidation of some 173 different research projects over the past 28 years that looked at lifestyle links to bad health in children and adolescents. <br />
<blockquote><b>Media Bombardment Is Linked To Ill Effects During Childhood</b><br />
Washington Post <br />
December 02, 2008<br />
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In a detailed look at nearly 30 years of research on how television, music, movies and other media affect the lives of children and adolescents, a new study released today found an array of negative health effects linked to greater use.<br />
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The report found strong connections between media exposure and problems of childhood obesity and tobacco use. Nearly as strong was the link to early sexual behavior.<br />
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Researchers from the National Institutes of Health and Yale University said they were surprised that so many studies pointed in the same direction. In all, 173 research efforts, going back to 1980, were analyzed, rated and brought together in what the researchers said was the first comprehensive view of the topic. About 80 percent of the studies showed a link between a negative health outcome and media hours or content.<br />
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The average modern child spends nearly 45 hours a week with television, movies, magazines, music, the Internet, cellphones and video games, the study reported. By comparison, children spend 17 hours a week with their parents on average and 30 hours a week in school, the study said.<br />
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While the study was looking exclusively at children, this isn't a problem exclusive to children, of course. The appeal of media is entertainment; entertainment attracts eyes and whatever attracts eyes is going to attract advertising, and advertising deliberately sets out to stoke our appetite for what feels good or looks good or that we absolutely have to have. And ever since Eve first cast eyes on that juicy apple our appetites have gotten us into trouble. There's even an old saying about one's eyes being bigger than his stomach, referring to someone who has bitten off more than he can chew, or has more on his plate than he can digest.<br />
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It is not an uncommon failing that our lust often outpaces our wisdom, which tags along behind like a troublesome little brother shouting, "Hey, wait up!" or perhaps like Boo-Boo timidly suggesting, "The Ranger isn't going to like that, Yogi," as our hero launches into another misadventure in quest of a "pick-a-nic basket!" Jane Austen would not be dismayed today to learn that "Sense" still outpaces "Sensibility".<br />
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I'm not talking just about food, either. There's hardly a "crisis" in our society today not caused by our unchecked appetites. We have an increasingly obese population packing on pounds as we pound down the <i>pomme frites </i> (believe me, I know whereof I speak); we over-extend ourselves financially choosing rewards over reason, all as the rate of sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) goes up every year while the supposed adults shrug their shoulders and say, "What are you gonna do?"<br />
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Now you didn't need me to point out those things in the previous paragraphs, or to suggest that something's just not right. We all "know better", yet things always seem to get out of hand. Why? Because we're living in an appetizer world and all too often wind up with our just desserts. <br />
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We like to think we're sophisticated and impervious to the countless advertisments bombarding us everyday, yet this is the air we breathe and the water we swim in. Most of the media messages we see, and almost all of the advertising, is in one or more quadrants of the "You know you want it/gotta have it/deserve it/you can get it easy" matrix, driving a nearly insatiable hunger that goes beyond mere calories, rendering restraint as something quaint and to be ridiculed. <br />
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Well, self-restraint, anyway. External restraints are all the rage today as those who would scoff and say abstinence is unnatural and impossible will turn around in the next vote in the legislature and ban smoking and then cast their eyes on the grease merchants. Self-government is the highest and purest form of government and the hardest to achieve because it threatens all other forms of government and these fight back and they play for keeps. <br />
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Those who would seek dominion over us will tell us to have sex with whoever, whenever and however but we can't be trusted with what we put in our bodies or how we spend our money and everyday "we" prove them right in our greed and excess because everyone else is doing it. Conservatives like to say that the government should learn to live within its means like the average family does, but how can that be when the average family itself is over-leveraged? I heard a speaker say recently that people aren't using credit now for luxuries or splurges but to cover the bills for the necessities. <br />
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If we don't govern ourselves someone else will be glad to do it and even be embraced for it, at least initially. Why is there always so much interest in the latest diet? Because we all want an easier way to lose weight other than eating less and exercising more and hope springs eternal that some outside agency, or eating plan, will come in with its rules and make us thinner or better over night. The mortgage crisis was created by programs that portrayed home values as a Big Rock Candy Mountain of paradise and finance as being nothing but whip cream and bon-bons &mdash; and then Hansel and Gretel are shocked when they wind up with a tummy-ache <i>and </i>find out they're trapped. Then the government steps in and says, "Oh, you foolish children, look what I have to clean up" and we bob our heads sheepishly and say, "Yes, Mum" without asking who set the table in the first place. <br />
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The government is now our financial diet plan but rather than trying to restrict our intake it seeks to pour more money into the candy store, hoping that it is a rising tide that will lift all boats when in fact it is a a rising tide of obligation that levels, rather than lifts, all debts. The water rises but now all of us will be up to our necks. <br />
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Writer, traveler and international woman of mystery Buffy Holt recently paid a vist back to the West Virginia mountains where she got her start. This trip back she received some more timeless wisdom from her nearly-timeless grandfather, "Pa." Pa still chops the wood to heat his home and carries jugs of water from the spring into the house. He also fills his coal bins and freezers and works hard to provide for his family's needs. Hard times? <a href="http://www.buffyholt.com/blog/2008/11/12/perspective/<br />
">Not so much</a>. <br />
<blockquote>I thought, again, My grandfather shouldn’t have to have it so hard and asked him “Do you ever sit around and wonder at how different things are? Back when you were young and now. How different things could have been or might still be?” <br />
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This is what he told me: <br />
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“You know, a lot of things have changed. A lot of people aint around any more. I think about that a lot. Sometimes. But it don’t bother me like all the talk going on now. What bothers me is people saying ‘I don’t know how we’re gonna make it. Times is so tough’. <br />
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“I can’t understand it. Everybody talking about the hard times we’re in. They don’t know a thing about it. That’s the trouble. Talking about hard times and such. They don’t have no idea what hard times is. People starving in other parts of the world. Let me tell you, there’s all kinds of things that start to not-matter real fast when you can’t put food in your belly. <br />
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“Buddy I know about that stuff. I aint kidding you. Back when we was raised up there was times there wasn’t things to eat. And winters! You aint never seen such winters. You couldn’t even walk in the snow it was so deep. I remember wearing old thin shirts. Shoes you had to strap on cause they wasn’t nothing much but bottoms. I seen many a day where all there was to eat was a little meat grease and some green onions. I had that a lot. And it tasted real good too.” <br />
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He laughed. <br />
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“It was years ago. Man, that comes back to me whenever I see people filling their plates so full they gotta throw half of it away. Then standing there, shaking their heads and rubbing their bellies and talking about how hard times is. <br />
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“Why, I never had it so good. Neither have they. They just don’t know it.”</blockquote><br />
It reminded me of my grandfather and his life, and of the November when he was a little boy when the family farmhouse in the Ozark foothills burned, leaving him, his parents and his many brothers and sisters "homeless". They moved into the barn, my grandfather and his brothers sleeping in the loft where there were finger-sized spaces between many of the boards; when they would wake up in the morning there was often snow on their blankets. It was hard and it was discouraging, but there wasn't anything that dismaying about it: you just did what you needed to do to survive. <br />
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Buffy's account also reminded me of a poem by Richard E. McMullen: <br />
<blockquote><b>One Time My Dad </b><br />
One time my dad said to me, I don’t<br />
see why people complain about how hard they work <br />
or how tired they are. Nobody works hard but <br />
farmers, miners, lumberjacks and foundry workers.<br />
This was before power tools, tractors, and such things, and all<br />
the work was done by hand. When farmers in Upstate New York<br />
left to get away from the stones, what<br />
they found in Southern Michigan were: more stones.<br />
As they cleared the land, the horses hauled the black walnut trees<br />
and stumps to the side of the field and the farmers burned them.<br />
Black walnut was no good to them, too hard to work.<br />
Grandpa Conde, when he finally left the farm and moved <br />
to Milan, got a job in the foundry and walked to work<br />
and back, six days a week, 12 hours<br />
a day, for 50 cents a day. He thought<br />
he was sitting pretty. Whenever the noon whistle blew, people<br />
would say, Well, Hell’s out for lunch. But he would sit <br />
down in a cool place and eat his lunch.<br />
Once, when she was a little girl, Aunt Ida<br />
asked her father, who was working in his garden, why<br />
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<center><i>"I believe in the free speech that liberals used to believe in, <br />
the economic freedom that conservatives used to believe in, <br />
and the personal freedom that America used to believe in."</i><br />
-- Doug Mataconis, <a href="Below The Beltway http://belowthebeltway.com/">Below the Beltway</a> blog</center><br />
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The building where I work was envisioned by its famous architect to have two reflecting pools alongside it. Therefore it features two rectangular cement depressions on its west side. In the nearly 30 years that I've been coming to this site, "envisioning" the pools is about all you've been able to do because when they are filled with water they leak prodigiously and incorrigibly, despite many efforts over the decades to correct the problem. The property managers ultimately gave it up as a lost cause and left them empty, despite my suggestion that they would make wonderful planters. <br />
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Earlier this year, however, the building was sold to new owners who have taken up this grail. As a result workmen have been milling around for the last several weeks, measuring and marking and ultimately tearing up sections of the bottom of the pools; the short, repeated bursts of jackhammers on cement sounding <i>just like</i> the staccato ripping of a German MG42 in the WWII Brothers in Arms xBox game I like to play in my spare time. In the game when you hear that sound you get down or you die and I involuntarily ducked my head a couple of inches the first time I heard that <i>rat-a-tat</i> as I approached my office a couple of weeks ago. <br />
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The larger pool runs the length of the building, while the smaller is to the north, separated by a 30 foot wide plaza that leads to the portico at the front of the building. The plaza provides the path for me to get into the building as I walk from the light rail stop. A couple of weeks ago a tall, chain-link construction fence formed a parenthetical bracket along the north end of the large pool to keep gawking civilians out of the work area; for our safety, of course. Personally, I would be able to control myself and my curiosity enough to stay clear, but you know you can't trust the masses. <br />
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A day or two later a similar construction framed the south end of the smaller pool, creating a fenced path across the plaza, still about 30 feet wide. As construction has proceeded, however, the fences have been moved closer to each other as the plaza itself is bisected to lay a drain pipe. Last week we were down to an 8-foot-wide access across the plaza. Ugly, and a little inconvenient, but at least we could get through. <br />
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Today when I walked up the 8-foot access was gone and solid fencing extended all the way across the plaza. To get in I had to walk a quarter of a block around to the north and come up on the building from the other side while the chill November wind continued to abuse my ears. Tomorrow I'll come via the Skyway route from the train, which means, ironically, I'll actually take an underground tunnel for the last block to reach my objective. <br />
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It's been getting colder for some time now; it could be a long winter. <br />
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 my grandfather enjoyed." </i><br />
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