--Up to 30,000 more American soldiers may be soon sent to Afghanistan to fight the Taliban (and supposedly Al-Qaeda) there, thereby doubling our presence in this poor, war-torn, and culturally very different land. The government there, you see, is weak, and they need us to stay in power and fight off the bad guys. All I see from this is the tired, age-old scenario whereby our soldiers are placed in situations where they are surrounded by the indigenous people there, most of whom just want to go about living their own lives and minding their own business, but who are automatically regarded by us as suspicious and potential enemies. More shootings of innocents and violations of others’ homes and villages are in the works. And if anyone shoots back at us? Why, they’re terrorists, of course! Sound familiar?
--In the “domestic outrage” department, executives for banks receiving government (and hence taxpayer) bailouts reportedly are receiving $1.6 billion in bonuses and benefits. These people really do consider themselves to be in a class high above everyone else!
--Russia recently crushed an opposition demonstration by a group led by chess champion Garry Kasparov. But they don’t live in an insulated world anymore, one where they could control the inflow and outflow of information. And the relatively benign liberal opposition may seem rather tame in comparison to what may be in the works: widespread unrest due to the worsening economic conditions there.
--There has been a mixed response after Rick Warren was picked to deliver the invocation at Barack Obama’s inauguration. The main opposition is by those pointing out Warren’s depiction of homosexuality as sinful and his opposition to gay marriage. But he’s probably the best that Obama could have gotten from the evangelistic Christian community. Warren recognizes the problem of global warming, believes that Christians should do more to fight poverty, and has done much to fight AIDS. His treatment of liberal Democratic presidential candidate Obama was magnanimous and fair, so it’s understandable that the president-elect would be eager to return the favor. He also probably realizes that Warren is not going to go flying off at the mouth during the invocation. Which is not necessarily a sure thing, considering the range of pastors out there. And Obama is getting a minister (Joseph Lowery) who supports gay rights to deliver the benediction.
--The Miami Dolphins find themselves in the incredible position of being the only team in the AFC East to “control their own destiny”, going into the final week of regular season play. If they beat the New York Jets on Saturday, they’re in the playoffs. If they lose, then they’re out and either New England or the Jets make it. But even if that happens, it’s been quite a run for them. Tony Sparano, the Dolphin head coach, should win Coach of the Year hands down!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
War, Peace, and Splinter Groups
The Middle East is full of problems, as any moderately-informed human is aware. There are conflicts going on all over the place: Israel vs. Palestine, the Lebanese factions, the Iraqi factions, Turkey vs. the Kurds, the Sunnis vs. the Shiites, political/religious struggles within Iran, Iran’s nuclear program, Afghanistan's civil war, the hunt for Al-Qaeda leaders, Pakistan’s problems, etc. And many of us reasonable, peace-oriented souls ask why the discordant parties can’t just sit down together and work out reasonable, peaceful solutions to their disputes. Well, this is close to impossible, as I will explain.
In conflicts that have polarized the opposing sides to the point where they have been at war with each other, are currently fighting in wars with each other, or are considering going to war with other, there is a strong sense of patriotic duty for those involved to be stalwart and loyally support the aims of whichever side they are on. In these highly inflammable circumstances, the simple act of talking with one’s enemy, much less working out compromise peace treaties with them, is seen at best as a sign of weakness and at worst as a sign of betrayal. Look at the cases of Anwar Sadat of Egypt and Yitzhak Rabin of Israel. In each case, they stepped away from war and embraced peace with their opponents. And paid for it with their lives, being assassinated by parties within their own countries who accused them of betraying their people.
In like manner, it does little good to sit down with groups claiming to represent an opponent, work out an agreement with them, and then see more radical groups splinter off from them and continue the violence. I keep hearing of our efforts to help Israel negotiate a peace with the Palestinian Authority, which only controls the West Bank; its rival Hamas runs the Gaza Strip. But whatever treaty results from any successful negotiations will not only be completely rejected by Hamas as being a betrayal by the Palestinians responsible for it: there will most likely be elements within that same Palestinian Authority that will break off and continue the fighting. Even if Hamas itself were to sit at the negotiation table and accept a deal, that organization’s leaders would be risking being deposed and possibly assassinated. And the organization would just spin off more radical splinter groups.
I can understand why any leader in that part of the world would be very cautious about proactively trying to promote peace with their enemies, with the risk of assassination by disaffected members of their own side so strong. It will take some momentous acts of heroism on the part of some Middle East leaders, as well as a lot of good fortune in dodging bullets and bombs (launched from their own ranks) to be able to finally create the kind of peace that the people in this area thirst for. Hopefully, our new president (we really are putting an awful lot of pressure and expectation on him) will be able to serve as a benevolent, trustworthy arbitrator in the promotion of peace there.
Blessed are the peacemakers!
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You may have noticed over the past recent weeks that I haven't been publishing any blog entries on Saturdays. Actually, this is a new development: I think it would be a good idea to take one day off from the blog. But I'm still open for comments (and sometimes writing replies to them) on Saturdays. And if you are writing your own blog, I may be visiting it (and possibly submitting a comment on it) on that day as well.
In conflicts that have polarized the opposing sides to the point where they have been at war with each other, are currently fighting in wars with each other, or are considering going to war with other, there is a strong sense of patriotic duty for those involved to be stalwart and loyally support the aims of whichever side they are on. In these highly inflammable circumstances, the simple act of talking with one’s enemy, much less working out compromise peace treaties with them, is seen at best as a sign of weakness and at worst as a sign of betrayal. Look at the cases of Anwar Sadat of Egypt and Yitzhak Rabin of Israel. In each case, they stepped away from war and embraced peace with their opponents. And paid for it with their lives, being assassinated by parties within their own countries who accused them of betraying their people.
In like manner, it does little good to sit down with groups claiming to represent an opponent, work out an agreement with them, and then see more radical groups splinter off from them and continue the violence. I keep hearing of our efforts to help Israel negotiate a peace with the Palestinian Authority, which only controls the West Bank; its rival Hamas runs the Gaza Strip. But whatever treaty results from any successful negotiations will not only be completely rejected by Hamas as being a betrayal by the Palestinians responsible for it: there will most likely be elements within that same Palestinian Authority that will break off and continue the fighting. Even if Hamas itself were to sit at the negotiation table and accept a deal, that organization’s leaders would be risking being deposed and possibly assassinated. And the organization would just spin off more radical splinter groups.
I can understand why any leader in that part of the world would be very cautious about proactively trying to promote peace with their enemies, with the risk of assassination by disaffected members of their own side so strong. It will take some momentous acts of heroism on the part of some Middle East leaders, as well as a lot of good fortune in dodging bullets and bombs (launched from their own ranks) to be able to finally create the kind of peace that the people in this area thirst for. Hopefully, our new president (we really are putting an awful lot of pressure and expectation on him) will be able to serve as a benevolent, trustworthy arbitrator in the promotion of peace there.
Blessed are the peacemakers!
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You may have noticed over the past recent weeks that I haven't been publishing any blog entries on Saturdays. Actually, this is a new development: I think it would be a good idea to take one day off from the blog. But I'm still open for comments (and sometimes writing replies to them) on Saturdays. And if you are writing your own blog, I may be visiting it (and possibly submitting a comment on it) on that day as well.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Who Started It?
My daughter is currently taking a class in logical reasoning as one of her eight grade courses. She is learning various fallacies that people tend to accept without thinking. I have a fallacy to contribute, although I don’t think that it is necessarily a fallacy in logic. Rather, I think this fallacy belongs in the field of ethics: the idea that one side in a drawn-out conflict can claim moral superiority over the opponent by claiming the other “started it”.
Let’s suppose that I am living thousands of years ago in a land that my ancestors have dwelt in for countless generations. And let’s further suppose that a group of nomadic people come to the borders of my homeland and lay a retroactive claim to it, stating that their god had promised it to them before “my people” had ever lived in it. They then use this as a pretext to claim that we are trespassers on “their” land and are therefore “starting” a conflict with them. They attack us, wiping out whole cities and even killing all of the women and children. Because we were "trespassing" on “their” land. And let’s even further suppose that it’s back in what we regard as today’s era, sixty years ago. And people claiming in some way to be descendants of those nomads are again driving out, on that very same land, people who had been living there for generations. Once again, the pretext of the “promised land” and the accusations that those living there were trespassing on their rightful land is used.
Using the pretext that someone else started a conflict with aggression is an old manipulative trick that people need to be savvy of. The U.S. openly provoked the North Vietnamese with warships in Hanoi’s crucial (to their own security) home harbor in August 1964. After some shots were fired at the ships, U.S. President Lyndon Johnson, in the midst of an election campaign, framed the conflict to make it appear that the North Vietnamese started it. In fact, he used a specially convened meeting of congress and the media to blow up the contrived (by us) incident to Pearl Harbor-like proportions (I know; I was there, watching the entire charade on television). And the resulting congressional resolution opened the way for the tragic Vietnam War.
Sometimes a conflict between peoples goes back so far in time that it’s pointless to try to ascertain who started it. Look at the tension in former Yugoslavia between the Muslims and Christians. Or on Cyprus between the Greeks and the Turks. In Northern Ireland, both sides can point to atrocities against the other. The Irish Catholic side, though, likes to claim victory in any argument by pointing out that it was the English who first invaded their island.
And now we come to perhaps the most tragic, war-torn spot on the planet: a zone that encompasses the Darfur region in western Sudan and the eastern part of Congo. The rebels involved in both wars are justifying their parts in the conflicts by claiming self-defense for the people they represent. But the wars themselves are killing off the very people they claim to represent. An outsider should not (in my opinion) go into analyzing these situations with the notion that one side is “good” while the other is “evil”. But that seems to regrettably be the pattern in which America has conducted its foreign policy over the past few decades. Can I at least just hope that the Obama presidency can change this?
Let’s suppose that I am living thousands of years ago in a land that my ancestors have dwelt in for countless generations. And let’s further suppose that a group of nomadic people come to the borders of my homeland and lay a retroactive claim to it, stating that their god had promised it to them before “my people” had ever lived in it. They then use this as a pretext to claim that we are trespassers on “their” land and are therefore “starting” a conflict with them. They attack us, wiping out whole cities and even killing all of the women and children. Because we were "trespassing" on “their” land. And let’s even further suppose that it’s back in what we regard as today’s era, sixty years ago. And people claiming in some way to be descendants of those nomads are again driving out, on that very same land, people who had been living there for generations. Once again, the pretext of the “promised land” and the accusations that those living there were trespassing on their rightful land is used.
Using the pretext that someone else started a conflict with aggression is an old manipulative trick that people need to be savvy of. The U.S. openly provoked the North Vietnamese with warships in Hanoi’s crucial (to their own security) home harbor in August 1964. After some shots were fired at the ships, U.S. President Lyndon Johnson, in the midst of an election campaign, framed the conflict to make it appear that the North Vietnamese started it. In fact, he used a specially convened meeting of congress and the media to blow up the contrived (by us) incident to Pearl Harbor-like proportions (I know; I was there, watching the entire charade on television). And the resulting congressional resolution opened the way for the tragic Vietnam War.
Sometimes a conflict between peoples goes back so far in time that it’s pointless to try to ascertain who started it. Look at the tension in former Yugoslavia between the Muslims and Christians. Or on Cyprus between the Greeks and the Turks. In Northern Ireland, both sides can point to atrocities against the other. The Irish Catholic side, though, likes to claim victory in any argument by pointing out that it was the English who first invaded their island.
And now we come to perhaps the most tragic, war-torn spot on the planet: a zone that encompasses the Darfur region in western Sudan and the eastern part of Congo. The rebels involved in both wars are justifying their parts in the conflicts by claiming self-defense for the people they represent. But the wars themselves are killing off the very people they claim to represent. An outsider should not (in my opinion) go into analyzing these situations with the notion that one side is “good” while the other is “evil”. But that seems to regrettably be the pattern in which America has conducted its foreign policy over the past few decades. Can I at least just hope that the Obama presidency can change this?
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Hooked On Coffee Shops
The idea of sitting around somewhere drinking coffee goes way back in my life. I mean way, way back. To Opa-Locka when I was only two and my mother and I would visit her friend Betty a few doors down. All three of us would sit around the kitchen table drinking instant coffee (mine mostly milk). But for a large part of my childhood, the coffee drinking experience faded in importance. Until the time my father signed the two of us up for one of those New-Age-type self improvement seminars that seemed to be everywhere in the seventies. It was October 1972, and the seminar was being held at the Marriott Hotel near the Miami International Airport. During the seminar, there would be breaks between the presentations, and my father and I would often go down to the lobby to sit around the restaurant bar there and drink some coffee. And that experience stuck very, very deeply within me as a strong, vivid, positive thing.
Once I moved to Gainesville in 1977, sitting out and drinking coffee became almost second nature to me, and it has stayed with me to this day. A few years ago, I purchased a very sturdy, portable word processor called AlphaSmart that runs on AA batteries seemingly forever, and have been going out, drinking coffee, and writing on it ever since. As a matter of fact, I’m doing it now!
Since 2000, Gainesville’s coffee shop picture has been increasingly dominated by the Starbucks chain, which I believe now has more than ten stores in town. I prefer flavor-roasted coffee, which Starbucks regrettably doesn’t market as a brewed product. Bookstores Books-a-Million and Borders do provide flavor-roasted coffee at their cafés. There are several other competing coffee shops in town as well.
But of course I really don’t need to go to a specialty place for coffee. A Krispy Kreme Donut shop (minus the “donuts”) will do quite well, as will any fast-food place like McDonalds or Burger King. And I’ve also learned that just brewing some of my own coffee at home and bringing it out on my front porch can often produce the same “coffee shop” effect for me!
Once I moved to Gainesville in 1977, sitting out and drinking coffee became almost second nature to me, and it has stayed with me to this day. A few years ago, I purchased a very sturdy, portable word processor called AlphaSmart that runs on AA batteries seemingly forever, and have been going out, drinking coffee, and writing on it ever since. As a matter of fact, I’m doing it now!
Since 2000, Gainesville’s coffee shop picture has been increasingly dominated by the Starbucks chain, which I believe now has more than ten stores in town. I prefer flavor-roasted coffee, which Starbucks regrettably doesn’t market as a brewed product. Bookstores Books-a-Million and Borders do provide flavor-roasted coffee at their cafés. There are several other competing coffee shops in town as well.
But of course I really don’t need to go to a specialty place for coffee. A Krispy Kreme Donut shop (minus the “donuts”) will do quite well, as will any fast-food place like McDonalds or Burger King. And I’ve also learned that just brewing some of my own coffee at home and bringing it out on my front porch can often produce the same “coffee shop” effect for me!
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Union Newsletter Article
I just read an article by a regular columnist in my state union newsletter. He spent his first paragraph describing how he was a regular Wal-Mart shopper. Yes, he knew that this went against a lot of union sentiment, since Wal-Mart is pretty strongly anti-union. But he shopped there anyway because of the prices. And he cited the present tough economic times as a mitigating reason. That’s fine with me. I buy stuff there, too. But where’s the writer going with this?
Next, the columnist related how shoppers are warned against direct contact with shopping carts in places like Wal-Mart (it could have been any other place as well, but Wal-Mart was used as an example) because of the enormous amount of germs on the handles, even including fecal matter. Okay, I’ve heard that, too. Now I know the columnist shops at Wal-Mart and that he’s hip to the dirty shopping carts. There’s got to be a point here somewhere.
And then he finally gets down to what he really wanted to say. You see, the postal service has, like many other organizations, lost quite a bit of money lately and are in a “downsizing” mode right now. Management has offered early retirement without any real incentives in order to reduce the total work force and save money. This has been unsuccessful, since those retiring early would be giving up benefits and a lot of retirement income if they did this. Next, management on the national level enacted a decision eventually ending the generally preferred “Tour II” daytime mail-processing shift that, incidentally, attracted a lot of the more senior clerks (many of whom management wants to retire early). The writer thinks that this decision was designed to pressure those senior clerks to go ahead and retire since many would otherwise be forced into graveyard shift positions with terrible days-off. And then it all came together: Management, according to this writer, was treating workers as if they were the fecal matter on Wal-Mart’s shopping carts!
Look, I belong to my union and believe that organized labor and collective bargaining is good for society in general. But it’s true that, in hard times, cutbacks have to be made. The only other alternative that postal management has would be either to drastically cut back their services (which would destroy their recovery from these hard times and accelerate their future losses) or to lay off the junior employees. They may end up doing a combination of these two anyway, but first they are looking for other options that don’t involve putting people in unemployment lines or cutting back service. And offering early retirement and shifting work hours around are legitimate, relatively benign actions, especially when considering the alternatives.
In a perfect world, everybody works as long as they want to, when they want to, and get all of their benefits whenever they freely choose to retire. But companies need to make hard decisions at times in order to stay afloat. For this union writer to compare how management treats its employees to how he regards fecal matter on shopping carts is not only shortsighted, but also tasteless and “grossly” unfair.
Next, the columnist related how shoppers are warned against direct contact with shopping carts in places like Wal-Mart (it could have been any other place as well, but Wal-Mart was used as an example) because of the enormous amount of germs on the handles, even including fecal matter. Okay, I’ve heard that, too. Now I know the columnist shops at Wal-Mart and that he’s hip to the dirty shopping carts. There’s got to be a point here somewhere.
And then he finally gets down to what he really wanted to say. You see, the postal service has, like many other organizations, lost quite a bit of money lately and are in a “downsizing” mode right now. Management has offered early retirement without any real incentives in order to reduce the total work force and save money. This has been unsuccessful, since those retiring early would be giving up benefits and a lot of retirement income if they did this. Next, management on the national level enacted a decision eventually ending the generally preferred “Tour II” daytime mail-processing shift that, incidentally, attracted a lot of the more senior clerks (many of whom management wants to retire early). The writer thinks that this decision was designed to pressure those senior clerks to go ahead and retire since many would otherwise be forced into graveyard shift positions with terrible days-off. And then it all came together: Management, according to this writer, was treating workers as if they were the fecal matter on Wal-Mart’s shopping carts!
Look, I belong to my union and believe that organized labor and collective bargaining is good for society in general. But it’s true that, in hard times, cutbacks have to be made. The only other alternative that postal management has would be either to drastically cut back their services (which would destroy their recovery from these hard times and accelerate their future losses) or to lay off the junior employees. They may end up doing a combination of these two anyway, but first they are looking for other options that don’t involve putting people in unemployment lines or cutting back service. And offering early retirement and shifting work hours around are legitimate, relatively benign actions, especially when considering the alternatives.
In a perfect world, everybody works as long as they want to, when they want to, and get all of their benefits whenever they freely choose to retire. But companies need to make hard decisions at times in order to stay afloat. For this union writer to compare how management treats its employees to how he regards fecal matter on shopping carts is not only shortsighted, but also tasteless and “grossly” unfair.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Tetherball
Napoleon Dynamite is one of those movies that thoroughly cracks me up every time I see it. Basically a comedy about a gangly, awkward, and sensitive high school boy growing up in Idaho, this movie has a lot in it that reminds me of my youth. And I guess this appeal to people’s memories is one of the main reasons for its general popularity. In this age of sequels, I don’t know why they haven’t done one of this film, too.
The main character, naturally named Napoleon Dynamite, has one sport of which he is the master (at least in his own mind): tetherball. He’ll invite anyone he talks to for a game, and if they accept, watch out! Napoleon shows no mercy as he slams the ball around the pole, far out of his opponent’s reach.
Like Napoleon, I was a tetherball “master”, although I was much younger than him. Actually, I was in the third grade. My elementary school in West Hollywood, Florida had several tetherball poles on its playground, and I quickly learned how to outmaneuver others to victory. My parents even bought me my own tetherball pole, which we put up in my back yard. So I became quite unbeatable at something for a brief period in my life. But, alas, as is the case with Napoleon Dynamite, there really isn’t a future for tetherball jocks. There are no tetherball teams in high school that you can letter in or put on your school resume, you can’t get an athletic scholarship for college in tetherball, and there are no professional tetherball tournaments or leagues. I can’t hire myself out as someone’s personal tetherball trainer or coach. Shoot, there aren’t even any tetherball saloons in which I could hustle some unsuspecting suckers out of a few bucks!
Eventually, I lost interest in tetherball, seeing that no one could beat me in it, as well as the fact that the new school I went to the next year, five miles down the road, never played it. The pole in my backyard came down, but the ball and its tether remained. It became the favorite toy of our long-lived cockapoo dog Michelle (named after the Beatles song), who would grab the tether in her mouth, clamp her teeth down on it, and then slam the ball back and forth on the floor. And sometimes one of us would grab the tetherball and have a playful tug-of-war with Michelle (always letting her win in the end, of course).
It’s nice to know that there’s still tetherball being played somewhere. It did help my self-esteem quite a bit back in the “good ol’ days” of 1964-1965.
The main character, naturally named Napoleon Dynamite, has one sport of which he is the master (at least in his own mind): tetherball. He’ll invite anyone he talks to for a game, and if they accept, watch out! Napoleon shows no mercy as he slams the ball around the pole, far out of his opponent’s reach.
Like Napoleon, I was a tetherball “master”, although I was much younger than him. Actually, I was in the third grade. My elementary school in West Hollywood, Florida had several tetherball poles on its playground, and I quickly learned how to outmaneuver others to victory. My parents even bought me my own tetherball pole, which we put up in my back yard. So I became quite unbeatable at something for a brief period in my life. But, alas, as is the case with Napoleon Dynamite, there really isn’t a future for tetherball jocks. There are no tetherball teams in high school that you can letter in or put on your school resume, you can’t get an athletic scholarship for college in tetherball, and there are no professional tetherball tournaments or leagues. I can’t hire myself out as someone’s personal tetherball trainer or coach. Shoot, there aren’t even any tetherball saloons in which I could hustle some unsuspecting suckers out of a few bucks!
Eventually, I lost interest in tetherball, seeing that no one could beat me in it, as well as the fact that the new school I went to the next year, five miles down the road, never played it. The pole in my backyard came down, but the ball and its tether remained. It became the favorite toy of our long-lived cockapoo dog Michelle (named after the Beatles song), who would grab the tether in her mouth, clamp her teeth down on it, and then slam the ball back and forth on the floor. And sometimes one of us would grab the tetherball and have a playful tug-of-war with Michelle (always letting her win in the end, of course).
It’s nice to know that there’s still tetherball being played somewhere. It did help my self-esteem quite a bit back in the “good ol’ days” of 1964-1965.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Monday Newsbreak: 12/15
--President Bush, on a surprise final visit to Iraq, suffered the indignity of a shoe attack at a press conference in Baghdad. One of the journalists, whose family had suffered terribly during the war, threw his shoes at the President, shoe-throwing apparently being a major insult in that part of the world. Bush graciously declined the shoes, though, declaring that they were size tens. What a guy!
--Disgraced Illinois governor Blagojevich is probably doing a lot of people a favor these days by hogging the news headlines. Never mind the tanking economy, the severe cholera outbreak in Zimbabwe, the wars and famine in central Africa, and the worsening situation in Afghanistan and Pakistan. The people want to hear about Blago, so that’s what the press is shoveling out to them!
--Speaking of cholera in Zimbabwe, the Mugabe government there has now stooped to accusing Britain of causing the epidemic. As the limbo song goes, “How low can you go?”
--I read in Sunday’s paper that an interstate bicycling road system is in the works. But right now it’s only in the planning stage. Not meant to be done on the scale of our Interstate Highway System, this network should help development of viable bicycle-friendly routes that will enable bicyclists to more safely travel on the open road. But if what they’re planning still involves me sharing the road with monster semi trucks, then thanks but no thanks!
--The University of Florida's Shands Hospital purchased the local Alachua General Hospital a few years ago, renaming it “Shands at Alachua General”. Now they are closing it down, this investment not giving them an acceptable return. Before, Alachua General Hospital served the generally poorer central and eastern side of Gainesville. Now those living there who need emergency room care will have to go to already-crowded Shands down the road. Meanwhile, Shands is constructing a large building called “Shands Sleep Disorders Center at Magnolia Parke”. Not that I think sleep disorders are trivial, but it seems that Shands has its priorities more than a little screwed up!
--The NFL's Miami Dolphins continued their stunning one-year turnaround by improving to 9-5 and a tie for first place. If they win their last two games, they’re in the playoffs. Unbelievable!
--Disgraced Illinois governor Blagojevich is probably doing a lot of people a favor these days by hogging the news headlines. Never mind the tanking economy, the severe cholera outbreak in Zimbabwe, the wars and famine in central Africa, and the worsening situation in Afghanistan and Pakistan. The people want to hear about Blago, so that’s what the press is shoveling out to them!
--Speaking of cholera in Zimbabwe, the Mugabe government there has now stooped to accusing Britain of causing the epidemic. As the limbo song goes, “How low can you go?”
--I read in Sunday’s paper that an interstate bicycling road system is in the works. But right now it’s only in the planning stage. Not meant to be done on the scale of our Interstate Highway System, this network should help development of viable bicycle-friendly routes that will enable bicyclists to more safely travel on the open road. But if what they’re planning still involves me sharing the road with monster semi trucks, then thanks but no thanks!
--The University of Florida's Shands Hospital purchased the local Alachua General Hospital a few years ago, renaming it “Shands at Alachua General”. Now they are closing it down, this investment not giving them an acceptable return. Before, Alachua General Hospital served the generally poorer central and eastern side of Gainesville. Now those living there who need emergency room care will have to go to already-crowded Shands down the road. Meanwhile, Shands is constructing a large building called “Shands Sleep Disorders Center at Magnolia Parke”. Not that I think sleep disorders are trivial, but it seems that Shands has its priorities more than a little screwed up!
--The NFL's Miami Dolphins continued their stunning one-year turnaround by improving to 9-5 and a tie for first place. If they win their last two games, they’re in the playoffs. Unbelievable!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The Prisoner
At the beginning of the 60s TV series The Prisoner, an unnamed secret agent apparently working for Britain one day angrily storms into his employer’s “headquarters” in London and slaps his resignation letter down on the desk. After storming out of the place, he goes to his apartment and packs up for what appears to be a tropical island vacation. But before he can finish packing, someone releases a kind of knock-out gas into his apartment. When the agent awakens, he is in a strange resort-like place called “The Village”. None of the residents/prisoners there have names; they instead are assigned numbers. The “guards” have numbers, too, and are mixed in with the inmates so that none of the prisoners really know “who’s who”. Our hero is henceforth referred to as Number Six. The “mayor” of the Village, which changes each episode with a guest star, is Number Two. Which begs the question: who is Number One?
The Village is an open prison, location unknown (until the end of the last episode), and run by the “bad guys”, whoever they are. The inmates are political prisoners, spies, and anyone else deemed to have important information to impart to the Village authorities. With Number Six, there is one overriding question that he is continually asked: “Why did you resign?” But he successfully resists the temptation to reveal his reasons, which are implicitly important but never stated.
The Prisoner, which lasted two seasons in the late 1960s as a summer series on CBS, consists of seventeen episodes. The star is Patrick McGoohan, “Number Six”, whose character alternates between foiling Number Two’s schemes to extract information from him, sabotaging the works of the Village, and making unsuccessful attempts at escape (often dodging an oversized self-propelled beach ball/monster called “Rover”, which incapacitates people, sometimes even suffocating them, by sitting on them).
In spite of its relative brevity, The Prisoner stands as a truly great series in the history of television. Several of its episodes would rank right up there in my all-time favorite television episodes list. Perhaps the most important theme expressed in it is the question we all face: With our dual nature as individuals and social creatures, where do we draw the line and curtail our individuality for the sake of the group? And furthermore, how do we define what the “group” is? The people immediately surrounding us, or a more abstract conceptualization (country, family, humanity, etc.)?
All of its greatness notwithstanding, the final episode of The Prisoner, written by McGoohan himself, was rather disappointing and very confusing. I remember my mother, a very ardent Prisoner fan, becoming furious at the ending. I’ve watched it a number of times, thinking that I may possibly have missed something, and have finally concluded that it was a “rush job” and intended to be more symbolic than realistic. And decided to try not to let it detract from the rest of this excellent series.
Here are my personal top five Prisoner episodes:
#1 A, B, and C---Number Six’s dreams are manipulated and televised with the aim of surreptitiously getting him to reveal the reason for his resignation through his underground connections, using three people he had known (with the code names A, B, and C). A great concept, and an utterly brilliant ending!
#2 Free For All---It’s election time in the Village, and Number Six is pushed into running for Number Two’s “seat”. The deceptions, folly, and cynicism of campaigns and politics are mercilessly exposed in this disturbing episode.
#3 A Change of Mind---Because of his defiant actions, Number Six has been adjudged “unmutual” (I love that word). The remedy: a lobotomy-like laser operation. Will this be the end for Number Six? I’m not telling, but this episode has another knockout ending! (So I guess that means it's NOT the end for him, as you probably already knew.)
#4 Living In Harmony---I see this episode as the conceptual forerunner of the Matrix movie series. After all, Number Six is no longer in the Village (or so it seems, at least on the surface). He instead is a loner cowboy, like Clint Eastwood in those old spaghetti westerns. Instead of the Village, he is stuck in a violent western town that he cannot escape from. The town’s judge tries to get Number Six to agree to be sheriff. The sometimes thin barriers between the scripted characters that people portray in their various social roles and the reality of their own personal feelings are examined in this episode, exploding at its conclusion.
#5 Checkmate---Number Six is determined to escape. He selects some fellow prisoners to join him in an escape plot. First, he points out to them, it was important to know just who in the Village were the “prisoners” and who were the “wardens” disguised as prisoners. Number Six shows his accomplices how the demeanor of those around them could reveal their true allegiances. And the (once again) surprise ending bears this out very ironically.
Get a hold of The Prisoner on DVD, if you see some around for sale. With only seventeen episodes, I doubt that it would set you back very much. You, like me, would probably become very intrigued by this provocative series. And if you do this and can figure out what the final episode means, let me know!
The Village is an open prison, location unknown (until the end of the last episode), and run by the “bad guys”, whoever they are. The inmates are political prisoners, spies, and anyone else deemed to have important information to impart to the Village authorities. With Number Six, there is one overriding question that he is continually asked: “Why did you resign?” But he successfully resists the temptation to reveal his reasons, which are implicitly important but never stated.
The Prisoner, which lasted two seasons in the late 1960s as a summer series on CBS, consists of seventeen episodes. The star is Patrick McGoohan, “Number Six”, whose character alternates between foiling Number Two’s schemes to extract information from him, sabotaging the works of the Village, and making unsuccessful attempts at escape (often dodging an oversized self-propelled beach ball/monster called “Rover”, which incapacitates people, sometimes even suffocating them, by sitting on them).
In spite of its relative brevity, The Prisoner stands as a truly great series in the history of television. Several of its episodes would rank right up there in my all-time favorite television episodes list. Perhaps the most important theme expressed in it is the question we all face: With our dual nature as individuals and social creatures, where do we draw the line and curtail our individuality for the sake of the group? And furthermore, how do we define what the “group” is? The people immediately surrounding us, or a more abstract conceptualization (country, family, humanity, etc.)?
All of its greatness notwithstanding, the final episode of The Prisoner, written by McGoohan himself, was rather disappointing and very confusing. I remember my mother, a very ardent Prisoner fan, becoming furious at the ending. I’ve watched it a number of times, thinking that I may possibly have missed something, and have finally concluded that it was a “rush job” and intended to be more symbolic than realistic. And decided to try not to let it detract from the rest of this excellent series.
Here are my personal top five Prisoner episodes:
#1 A, B, and C---Number Six’s dreams are manipulated and televised with the aim of surreptitiously getting him to reveal the reason for his resignation through his underground connections, using three people he had known (with the code names A, B, and C). A great concept, and an utterly brilliant ending!
#2 Free For All---It’s election time in the Village, and Number Six is pushed into running for Number Two’s “seat”. The deceptions, folly, and cynicism of campaigns and politics are mercilessly exposed in this disturbing episode.
#3 A Change of Mind---Because of his defiant actions, Number Six has been adjudged “unmutual” (I love that word). The remedy: a lobotomy-like laser operation. Will this be the end for Number Six? I’m not telling, but this episode has another knockout ending! (So I guess that means it's NOT the end for him, as you probably already knew.)
#4 Living In Harmony---I see this episode as the conceptual forerunner of the Matrix movie series. After all, Number Six is no longer in the Village (or so it seems, at least on the surface). He instead is a loner cowboy, like Clint Eastwood in those old spaghetti westerns. Instead of the Village, he is stuck in a violent western town that he cannot escape from. The town’s judge tries to get Number Six to agree to be sheriff. The sometimes thin barriers between the scripted characters that people portray in their various social roles and the reality of their own personal feelings are examined in this episode, exploding at its conclusion.
#5 Checkmate---Number Six is determined to escape. He selects some fellow prisoners to join him in an escape plot. First, he points out to them, it was important to know just who in the Village were the “prisoners” and who were the “wardens” disguised as prisoners. Number Six shows his accomplices how the demeanor of those around them could reveal their true allegiances. And the (once again) surprise ending bears this out very ironically.
Get a hold of The Prisoner on DVD, if you see some around for sale. With only seventeen episodes, I doubt that it would set you back very much. You, like me, would probably become very intrigued by this provocative series. And if you do this and can figure out what the final episode means, let me know!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Two Stories: The Shack and Contact
[Warning: Contains plot spoilers for The Shack and Contact]
I recently finished reading William P. Young’s novel The Shack. It is a fictional novel portraying a man’s struggle with grief over his young daughter’s abduction and murder during a vacation trip many years earlier. One day Mack receives a cryptic note inviting him to a meeting with “Papa” in the very same country shack that his daughter had been killed in. Angry at first, he decides to go there and see who “Papa” is. And he ends up meeting God in the three persons of the Trinity (“Papa” is one of them and appears to him as an elderly, ebullient black woman). When Mack arrives at and enters the dilapidated, bloodstained shack, it and its surroundings are instantly transformed into a beautiful little cottage and well-kept grounds. Mack stays the weekend there, and through his dialogues and interactions with the three persons of God (“Papa”, Jesus, and holy spirit), he renews and strengthens his faith. Coming back, he suffers an automobile accident and wakes up in the hospital to find that time had apparently stopped in the “outside” world, for it is still the same day that he had set out for the shack! Mack recounts his experiences to his best friend Willy and his wife. Both accept his honesty behind his told experiences. But in the end, Mack knows that his encounter with God was essentially unprovable and always meant to be very personal.
The late scientist/educator Carl Sagan was quite vocal in proclaiming his atheism. He was equally adamant about his disbelief in the paranormal as well. But that did not stop him from writing his acclaimed novel-turned-movie Contact, which starred Jodie Foster as an astronaut who travels through space to have humanity’s first direct encounter with alien life. When she finally reaches the targeted planet for the contact, she discovers that the alien entity is presenting itself in the form of her beloved father. That experience is very personal in nature, much like Mack’s is in The Shack. And also, Jodie comes back to Earth to discover that her ship never took off. As was the case with Mack, the long stretch of time in which she experienced her voyage and encounter happened in an instant. And also like Mack, she had to reconcile with herself and others the extent to which her experiences were real.
In Contact Carl Sagan explored, from an alien’s point of view, how a first encounter with humans would most wisely be set up. He concluded that it would be done in such a way as to reduce the culture shock that would inevitably emanate from a highly publicized contact. Hence the very personal, subjective, and unprovable nature of the experience. In The Shack, it is God who is seeking contact. The message is that God wants relationship with all of humanity, but like the alien in Contact, goes about this one human at a time. And once again, the experience has a very personal, subjective, and unprovable nature to it. Both Foster’s character and Mack nevertheless, after some personal doubts, come out of their experiences personally transformed and feeling positive about their new (in Contact) or strengthened (in The Shack) relationships with the alien/God.
Just noting the similarities between The Shack and Contact doesn’t necessarily imply that William P. Young incorporated Sagan’s theme and transformed it into a Christian message. The two authors may each have been drawing on an common idea that’s been around for a while: when approaching an animal in friendship, go slowly and come down to its level to alleviate its fear and distrust. And assuming a role in that animal’s own social structure can both make it feel comfortable and go a long way toward successfully establishing contact.
Similarly, more technologically-adept cultures now tend to go easy on exposing themselves to more primitive cultures when encountering them. The idea nowadays is to avoid affecting the technologically-primitive culture adversely by quickly learning and imitating its ways so as to be as familiar and acceptable to it as possible.
The Shack will read differently, depending on whether or not you have been discipled in the tenets of evangelistic Christianity. To someone like me who knows the essential “ins and outs” of this faith, the book is just a repackaging of its doctrines to both seem more palatable to the believer and attract the interest of nonbelievers. Nothing wrong with that, but I would like to make one strong point. The big, big issue a lot of folks have with religion is that God chooses to be invisible and directly unapproachable . The Shack totally refutes that by making the deity visible and directly approachable. But it’s fiction, not real! And I think some people are reading and interpreting it reverently almost as if it were an added book of the Bible! Please don’t do that!
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Yesterday's Personal Stuff
I practiced a little piano, but laid off of the running to drive up to Jacksonville, pick up my son from college there, and bring him back home for Christmas vacation. What a wonderful reunion! It's great having the whole family back together again. I continued reading Twilight and Black House, both stories beginning to take a rather sinister twist.
I recently finished reading William P. Young’s novel The Shack. It is a fictional novel portraying a man’s struggle with grief over his young daughter’s abduction and murder during a vacation trip many years earlier. One day Mack receives a cryptic note inviting him to a meeting with “Papa” in the very same country shack that his daughter had been killed in. Angry at first, he decides to go there and see who “Papa” is. And he ends up meeting God in the three persons of the Trinity (“Papa” is one of them and appears to him as an elderly, ebullient black woman). When Mack arrives at and enters the dilapidated, bloodstained shack, it and its surroundings are instantly transformed into a beautiful little cottage and well-kept grounds. Mack stays the weekend there, and through his dialogues and interactions with the three persons of God (“Papa”, Jesus, and holy spirit), he renews and strengthens his faith. Coming back, he suffers an automobile accident and wakes up in the hospital to find that time had apparently stopped in the “outside” world, for it is still the same day that he had set out for the shack! Mack recounts his experiences to his best friend Willy and his wife. Both accept his honesty behind his told experiences. But in the end, Mack knows that his encounter with God was essentially unprovable and always meant to be very personal.
The late scientist/educator Carl Sagan was quite vocal in proclaiming his atheism. He was equally adamant about his disbelief in the paranormal as well. But that did not stop him from writing his acclaimed novel-turned-movie Contact, which starred Jodie Foster as an astronaut who travels through space to have humanity’s first direct encounter with alien life. When she finally reaches the targeted planet for the contact, she discovers that the alien entity is presenting itself in the form of her beloved father. That experience is very personal in nature, much like Mack’s is in The Shack. And also, Jodie comes back to Earth to discover that her ship never took off. As was the case with Mack, the long stretch of time in which she experienced her voyage and encounter happened in an instant. And also like Mack, she had to reconcile with herself and others the extent to which her experiences were real.
In Contact Carl Sagan explored, from an alien’s point of view, how a first encounter with humans would most wisely be set up. He concluded that it would be done in such a way as to reduce the culture shock that would inevitably emanate from a highly publicized contact. Hence the very personal, subjective, and unprovable nature of the experience. In The Shack, it is God who is seeking contact. The message is that God wants relationship with all of humanity, but like the alien in Contact, goes about this one human at a time. And once again, the experience has a very personal, subjective, and unprovable nature to it. Both Foster’s character and Mack nevertheless, after some personal doubts, come out of their experiences personally transformed and feeling positive about their new (in Contact) or strengthened (in The Shack) relationships with the alien/God.
Just noting the similarities between The Shack and Contact doesn’t necessarily imply that William P. Young incorporated Sagan’s theme and transformed it into a Christian message. The two authors may each have been drawing on an common idea that’s been around for a while: when approaching an animal in friendship, go slowly and come down to its level to alleviate its fear and distrust. And assuming a role in that animal’s own social structure can both make it feel comfortable and go a long way toward successfully establishing contact.
Similarly, more technologically-adept cultures now tend to go easy on exposing themselves to more primitive cultures when encountering them. The idea nowadays is to avoid affecting the technologically-primitive culture adversely by quickly learning and imitating its ways so as to be as familiar and acceptable to it as possible.
The Shack will read differently, depending on whether or not you have been discipled in the tenets of evangelistic Christianity. To someone like me who knows the essential “ins and outs” of this faith, the book is just a repackaging of its doctrines to both seem more palatable to the believer and attract the interest of nonbelievers. Nothing wrong with that, but I would like to make one strong point. The big, big issue a lot of folks have with religion is that God chooses to be invisible and directly unapproachable . The Shack totally refutes that by making the deity visible and directly approachable. But it’s fiction, not real! And I think some people are reading and interpreting it reverently almost as if it were an added book of the Bible! Please don’t do that!
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Yesterday's Personal Stuff
I practiced a little piano, but laid off of the running to drive up to Jacksonville, pick up my son from college there, and bring him back home for Christmas vacation. What a wonderful reunion! It's great having the whole family back together again. I continued reading Twilight and Black House, both stories beginning to take a rather sinister twist.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Teflon Breaks
Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich is apparently an example of an idea that many in law enforcement hold to be true: the criminal mind is such that too long of a period of committing transgressions without getting caught can lead the perpetrator to become careless, even convinced that he/she simply cannot be caught. Hence the flippant arrogance of Blagojevich, already under investigation for corruption but still elected to a second term of office, as he apparently decided to auction off Barack Obama’s vacant U.S. Senate seat to the highest bidder. Openly. And then suggesting that he might just appoint himself to the seat! Given this, it was reassuring for me to see this jerk being led off in handcuffs under arrest. But is he still governor with the power to appoint?
I know, from seeing him several times on TV, that congressman Jesse Jackson Jr. was very enthusiastic about filling Obama’s seat. And I think his presence in the Senate would be a positive one. But what was his connection with Blagojevich during this office-selling scandal? Did he actually offer money to the governor in exchange for an appointment? Regardless of whether or not Jackson actually becomes Obama’s replacement in the Senate, I hope he comes out of this unscathed. Apparently, Blagojevich already holds Obama in contempt because the president-elect refused to wheel-and-deal with him regarding his own preference for the open seat.
Blagojevich may think that he is carrying on in the tradition of Chicago politics with his antics. But the success stories in that political machine were careful to cover their backs and not stick their necks out on their own, either. Blagojevich may have become so used to scandal within his administration that, with his own reelection, he thought he was a “Teflon governor” immune to consequences of his misdeeds. Well, he’s now discovering that Teflon breaks! But all may not be lost for him: If I were a betting man, I’d be laying down odds on the Fox News Network eventually hiring Blagojevich as an “expert” (to rail against Obama, of course) to complement their other “experts” like Oliver North, Dick Morris, and Karl Rove.
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Noteworthy Bumper Sticker: At Least the War on the Middle Class Is Going Well
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Yesterday’s Personal Stuff:
--Running: I ran 2.6 miles on the YMCA treadmill with a 19:00 time. Afterward, I ran a relaxed 1:35 lap around the Y’s field. I’m getting back “into the groove” little by little.
--Reading: I read some of Irish writer Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl series (third book: The Eternity Code). Pure escapist, funny stuff! And I read some more into Black House. I really like the beginning to this novel!
--Piano: I dutifully practiced my homework and my recital piece. It's a chore and not a passion. And that's the problem I'm having with it right now.
I know, from seeing him several times on TV, that congressman Jesse Jackson Jr. was very enthusiastic about filling Obama’s seat. And I think his presence in the Senate would be a positive one. But what was his connection with Blagojevich during this office-selling scandal? Did he actually offer money to the governor in exchange for an appointment? Regardless of whether or not Jackson actually becomes Obama’s replacement in the Senate, I hope he comes out of this unscathed. Apparently, Blagojevich already holds Obama in contempt because the president-elect refused to wheel-and-deal with him regarding his own preference for the open seat.
Blagojevich may think that he is carrying on in the tradition of Chicago politics with his antics. But the success stories in that political machine were careful to cover their backs and not stick their necks out on their own, either. Blagojevich may have become so used to scandal within his administration that, with his own reelection, he thought he was a “Teflon governor” immune to consequences of his misdeeds. Well, he’s now discovering that Teflon breaks! But all may not be lost for him: If I were a betting man, I’d be laying down odds on the Fox News Network eventually hiring Blagojevich as an “expert” (to rail against Obama, of course) to complement their other “experts” like Oliver North, Dick Morris, and Karl Rove.
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Noteworthy Bumper Sticker: At Least the War on the Middle Class Is Going Well
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Yesterday’s Personal Stuff:
--Running: I ran 2.6 miles on the YMCA treadmill with a 19:00 time. Afterward, I ran a relaxed 1:35 lap around the Y’s field. I’m getting back “into the groove” little by little.
--Reading: I read some of Irish writer Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl series (third book: The Eternity Code). Pure escapist, funny stuff! And I read some more into Black House. I really like the beginning to this novel!
--Piano: I dutifully practiced my homework and my recital piece. It's a chore and not a passion. And that's the problem I'm having with it right now.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Lucid Dreams
Have you ever had a dream in which it finally dawned on you that it really WAS a dream, and that you had control over what happened in it? I think most all of us have had this experience of lucid dreaming, and some have expressed a kind of mastery over it, even going to the lengths of writing books and delivering speeches about how to have better lucid dreams.
I like the idea of having my own vivid “virtual” environment which I can manipulate at will. I guess most people do as well, which is why a lucid dream holds such a appeal. The problem for me is that, once I realize that I’m dreaming, the dream itself becomes unstable and I soon find myself waking up from it!
Most of my lucid dreams, which happen too seldom for my tastes, seem to involve the realization that I can fly. And although I enjoy the sensation of flight within a dream, I also find that it rarely occurs to me to attempt this. For most of my dreaming involves me in a rather “stupid” reactive mode to whatever events and imagery my mind produces. There is very little memory or initiative involved in my dreams. But I would like to encourage myself to have more lucid dreams.
The last lucid dream I had just recently happened and involved me standing on my back porch in the morning, helping my very old miniature poodle Taffy back into the house. As I was doing this, it occurred to me that this was 2008 and Taffy had died in 2006. I also thought at that moment something to the effect that 2006 had been a very significant year in a very profound way. So I knew then that I was dreaming. I soon woke up and realized that Taffy had died, but in 2007. I then tried to recall momentous events in my personal life, family life, and even events in the news that happened in 2006. But I couldn’t come up with anything that corresponded to the feeling that I had experienced in the dream. So there you go, another stupid dream!
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Yesterday’s Personal Stuff
--Running: I felt very under-the-weather in the morning, but I managed to later get myself down to the YMCA and run 1.5 miles on the treadmill with a 10:46 time. I need to get outside, though, and run longer distances.
--Reading: I’m nearly halfway through Stephenie Meyer’s famous novel-turned-movie Twilight. It is definitely aimed at girls, but is well written and enjoyable. I just began Black House, the sequel to The Talisman, by Stephen King and Peter Straub.
--Piano: My teacher says I need to read ahead in the music I’m playing and stop thinking “one note at a time”. I’ll be playing a short arrangement of J.S. Bach’s Bourrée in my recital in January.
I like the idea of having my own vivid “virtual” environment which I can manipulate at will. I guess most people do as well, which is why a lucid dream holds such a appeal. The problem for me is that, once I realize that I’m dreaming, the dream itself becomes unstable and I soon find myself waking up from it!
Most of my lucid dreams, which happen too seldom for my tastes, seem to involve the realization that I can fly. And although I enjoy the sensation of flight within a dream, I also find that it rarely occurs to me to attempt this. For most of my dreaming involves me in a rather “stupid” reactive mode to whatever events and imagery my mind produces. There is very little memory or initiative involved in my dreams. But I would like to encourage myself to have more lucid dreams.
The last lucid dream I had just recently happened and involved me standing on my back porch in the morning, helping my very old miniature poodle Taffy back into the house. As I was doing this, it occurred to me that this was 2008 and Taffy had died in 2006. I also thought at that moment something to the effect that 2006 had been a very significant year in a very profound way. So I knew then that I was dreaming. I soon woke up and realized that Taffy had died, but in 2007. I then tried to recall momentous events in my personal life, family life, and even events in the news that happened in 2006. But I couldn’t come up with anything that corresponded to the feeling that I had experienced in the dream. So there you go, another stupid dream!
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Yesterday’s Personal Stuff
--Running: I felt very under-the-weather in the morning, but I managed to later get myself down to the YMCA and run 1.5 miles on the treadmill with a 10:46 time. I need to get outside, though, and run longer distances.
--Reading: I’m nearly halfway through Stephenie Meyer’s famous novel-turned-movie Twilight. It is definitely aimed at girls, but is well written and enjoyable. I just began Black House, the sequel to The Talisman, by Stephen King and Peter Straub.
--Piano: My teacher says I need to read ahead in the music I’m playing and stop thinking “one note at a time”. I’ll be playing a short arrangement of J.S. Bach’s Bourrée in my recital in January.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Chris Matthews and Arlen Specter
So Chris Matthews, like Jeb Bush, is considering a Senate run in 2010. This time the state is Pennsylvania, and the seat that Matthews is seeking is the one held by long-time Republican senator Arlen Specter. How long has Specter been around? Well, he was one of the attorneys involved in the Warren Commission’s investigation of the 1963 Kennedy assassination. He has served long and well in the Senate as a moderate Republican. I have always felt that, in the midst of debates between the parties, Senator Specter was a fair, articulate defender of the truth. He always has been completely unfettered by ideology or party loyalty tests, instead using common sense as well as a desire to serve his people’s interests to guide his agendas and votes in the Senate. Specter recently served as the Senate Judiciary Committee Chairman when the last two Supreme Court appointees, John Roberts and Samuel Alito, were up for confirmation. He was very fair to all within the committee, regardless of their viewpoints, and produced two very productive and informative hearings. During the “nuclear option” period when then-Majority Leader Bill Frist threatened to bypass the Democrats’ judicial filibusters by radically changing the Senate rules, Specter was one of the handful of Republicans vehemently opposing this rash move. Yes, I strongly respect and esteem Arlen Specter as one of the best Republican senators in recent history.
But Senator Specter has been ill with cancer, twice undergoing chemotherapy for this disease within the past few years. Will he be able to continue being an effective senator while fighting cancer? I hope so, but many are wondering whether it may be time for another to replace him. And if someone does replace him, will it be a right-wing ideologue like Rick Santorum, a left-wing ideologue, or a more centrist Democratic candidate like Chris Matthews?
Chris Matthews is my current favorite cable news television personality. By far. Although he is by no means without faults, neither is anyone else in the business. Matthews is knowledgeable and passionate about whatever topic he has on his show. He deliberately gets guests who have a broad range of opinions and doesn’t shy away from confrontational debate. Matthews can provoke others to anger, but he also has a remarkably wicked sense of humor (my kind of host)! I can just imagine what he would be like on the Senate floor giving speeches (or even just presiding over the body with his gavel).
If Arlen Specter can endure his struggle with cancer and effectively carry on as a senator, then I support him staying on past 2010. But if his health continues to deteriorate, I think that Chris Matthews would be a great choice for the people of Pennsylvania to make if they want someone with a real personality who shares their essentially centrist-to-liberal political views.
But Senator Specter has been ill with cancer, twice undergoing chemotherapy for this disease within the past few years. Will he be able to continue being an effective senator while fighting cancer? I hope so, but many are wondering whether it may be time for another to replace him. And if someone does replace him, will it be a right-wing ideologue like Rick Santorum, a left-wing ideologue, or a more centrist Democratic candidate like Chris Matthews?
Chris Matthews is my current favorite cable news television personality. By far. Although he is by no means without faults, neither is anyone else in the business. Matthews is knowledgeable and passionate about whatever topic he has on his show. He deliberately gets guests who have a broad range of opinions and doesn’t shy away from confrontational debate. Matthews can provoke others to anger, but he also has a remarkably wicked sense of humor (my kind of host)! I can just imagine what he would be like on the Senate floor giving speeches (or even just presiding over the body with his gavel).
If Arlen Specter can endure his struggle with cancer and effectively carry on as a senator, then I support him staying on past 2010. But if his health continues to deteriorate, I think that Chris Matthews would be a great choice for the people of Pennsylvania to make if they want someone with a real personality who shares their essentially centrist-to-liberal political views.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Monday Newsbreak: 12/8
--It looks as if our soon-to-be president Barack Obama plans an ambitious public works program as soon as he is sworn in. As a matter of fact, this sounds as if it will dominate the news during the first few months of his administration. But the details are fuzzy, and we'll have to see how this promising story develops.
--I'm excited about the prospects for Caroline Kennedy replacing Hillary Clinton as New York Senator when the latter becomes secretary of state. Will it happen? I think yes, and she will make her presence felt in that body!
--Now that it's almost universally accepted that we are in a recession, I'm beginning to hear opinion makers stating that we're slipping into a depression. I'm no economist, but my experience has been that the last thing in a recession to recover is unemployment. Just because we're hearing reports of layoffs in many places does not necessarily mean that the recession is worsening. Retroactive analyses of the previous two recessions revealed that they had both essentially ended several months before the press reported on any recovery (I'm referring to the recessions in 1991 and 2000).
--The University of Florida football team won the Southeastern Conference championship and a place in the National Championship game with a tough 31-20 win over Alabama on Saturday. The Gators will play Oklahoma, who have made a point of running the score up on their opponents during the past few games.
--The NFL Miami Dolphins continued their incredibly turnaround this year with a 16-3 crushing of their divisional rival Buffalo yesterday. Miami is now tied with the Jets and the Patriots atop the AFC East Division with an 8-5 record. Still, they will probably need to win all of their remaining three regular season games in order to make the playoffs for the first time since 2003.
--Not exactly a general news story, but I decided to forgo the December 7th 5-kilometer running race that I had previously planned to run in. Instead, I intend to run longer in practice and begin to specialize in longer races, from 10-K to half-marathons. Gainesville will have a 15K race in January and a half-marathon in February. My goal is to enter each race and simply finish them successfully.
--I'm excited about the prospects for Caroline Kennedy replacing Hillary Clinton as New York Senator when the latter becomes secretary of state. Will it happen? I think yes, and she will make her presence felt in that body!
--Now that it's almost universally accepted that we are in a recession, I'm beginning to hear opinion makers stating that we're slipping into a depression. I'm no economist, but my experience has been that the last thing in a recession to recover is unemployment. Just because we're hearing reports of layoffs in many places does not necessarily mean that the recession is worsening. Retroactive analyses of the previous two recessions revealed that they had both essentially ended several months before the press reported on any recovery (I'm referring to the recessions in 1991 and 2000).
--The University of Florida football team won the Southeastern Conference championship and a place in the National Championship game with a tough 31-20 win over Alabama on Saturday. The Gators will play Oklahoma, who have made a point of running the score up on their opponents during the past few games.
--The NFL Miami Dolphins continued their incredibly turnaround this year with a 16-3 crushing of their divisional rival Buffalo yesterday. Miami is now tied with the Jets and the Patriots atop the AFC East Division with an 8-5 record. Still, they will probably need to win all of their remaining three regular season games in order to make the playoffs for the first time since 2003.
--Not exactly a general news story, but I decided to forgo the December 7th 5-kilometer running race that I had previously planned to run in. Instead, I intend to run longer in practice and begin to specialize in longer races, from 10-K to half-marathons. Gainesville will have a 15K race in January and a half-marathon in February. My goal is to enter each race and simply finish them successfully.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Jeb Bush
When Jeb Bush first ran for Florida governor in 1994, he was riding the crest of anti-Democratic sentiment that carried the Republicans to power in both the U.S. Senate and the House of Representatives that year. The only problem was that he was up against a popular incumbent governor in Lawton Chiles (“Walkin’ Lawton”). Simultaneously, Jeb’s brother, George W. Bush, was engaged in his own effort to unseat feisty, popular Texas governor Ann Richards. When the votes were counted on election night in November 1994, George W. had eked out a razor thin victory over Richards while Jeb had suffered a razor-thin defeat to Chiles, delaying his political career a crucial four years. So a relatively tiny amount of votes in these two states determined that it would be “Dubya”, not Jeb Bush, running for president in 2000. Jeb Bush did try again for governor in 1998, successfully defeating Buddy McKay in the election. He was a very popular governor in this increasingly Republican state, serving two full terms. In his campaign literature, his name was spelled with an exclamation point (JEB!), so I’ve made a running (and quickly pretty stale) joke of shouting out his name when referring to him in conversation. If people didn’t already think I was weird, that probably did the trick.
The supreme irony about Jeb Bush as it concerns me is that I voted for him when he lost in ‘94 and voted against him when he won in ‘98 and ‘02.
Even though Jeb Bush was a Republican with a clear GOP majority in the state senate and house, he was often at odds with these bodies, especially regarding their propensity to overspend. He was also a very competent leader in time of emergency, having guided Florida through several hurricane preparations and recoveries during his tenure as governor. He is fluent in Spanish, and would often hold press conferences where he would rattle off a speech and answer questions in Spanish. Which naturally makes a lot of sense in such a heavily Latino state as Florida.
I recognize that Jeb Bush was an effective governor in some ways, but I think that he was way over the top with his policy of keeping taxes so low that the state continually ranked near the bottom of the country with its public education system. Also, he was one of the culprits who interfered with the judiciary in the Terry Schiavo case, pushing through a bill design solely to overrule judicial rulings for this one single case (later the Senate’s majority leader Bill Frist would do the same on a national level).
Now Jeb Bush says he’s interested in running for the Senate in 2010. I say he’s a shoo-in if he does decide to run. I’ve always felt that Jeb Bush was a more intelligent, articulate, serious, and competent politician than his brother and father “W” and “HW” respectively. Who knows what would have happened had a few votes changed around in 1994?
It will be interesting, if and when Jeb Bush does start his “career” as U.S. senator, to see how long he will stay there before he takes the plunge and runs for president. You know that’s coming, sooner or later. Later, I’m hoping! Even though the country seems to be down on the Bush name, it’s also true that politics runs in cycles. Even if Barack Obama enjoys a successful and popular two-term presidency, conditions may be ripe for a more mature, seasoned Jeb Bush to make a successful run in 2016. Just spare me the exclamation point, please!
The supreme irony about Jeb Bush as it concerns me is that I voted for him when he lost in ‘94 and voted against him when he won in ‘98 and ‘02.
Even though Jeb Bush was a Republican with a clear GOP majority in the state senate and house, he was often at odds with these bodies, especially regarding their propensity to overspend. He was also a very competent leader in time of emergency, having guided Florida through several hurricane preparations and recoveries during his tenure as governor. He is fluent in Spanish, and would often hold press conferences where he would rattle off a speech and answer questions in Spanish. Which naturally makes a lot of sense in such a heavily Latino state as Florida.
I recognize that Jeb Bush was an effective governor in some ways, but I think that he was way over the top with his policy of keeping taxes so low that the state continually ranked near the bottom of the country with its public education system. Also, he was one of the culprits who interfered with the judiciary in the Terry Schiavo case, pushing through a bill design solely to overrule judicial rulings for this one single case (later the Senate’s majority leader Bill Frist would do the same on a national level).
Now Jeb Bush says he’s interested in running for the Senate in 2010. I say he’s a shoo-in if he does decide to run. I’ve always felt that Jeb Bush was a more intelligent, articulate, serious, and competent politician than his brother and father “W” and “HW” respectively. Who knows what would have happened had a few votes changed around in 1994?
It will be interesting, if and when Jeb Bush does start his “career” as U.S. senator, to see how long he will stay there before he takes the plunge and runs for president. You know that’s coming, sooner or later. Later, I’m hoping! Even though the country seems to be down on the Bush name, it’s also true that politics runs in cycles. Even if Barack Obama enjoys a successful and popular two-term presidency, conditions may be ripe for a more mature, seasoned Jeb Bush to make a successful run in 2016. Just spare me the exclamation point, please!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Who’s Happy?
“He’s dead, Captain. He died of too much happiness.” Thus said Dr. McCoy to Captain Kirk in the original Star Trek series episode titled I, Mudd (I probably missed a word or two with my faulty memory). Sounds nonsensical, doesn’t it? Well, that’s because it was meant to be nonsensical (see this relatively inferior episode to find out why, although you may discover that you just wasted an hour of your precious life). But I think I may, too, have just heard a little “serious” nonsense on the subject of happiness.
On National Public Radio's news show this morning was a segment about a study done to determine what kinds of people were the happiest. Using questionnaire results spanning nearly twenty years in people’s lives, the researchers concluded that social networking played an important role. Those in the center of social networks supposedly tended to be happier than those on the fringes. And happiness was defined by the researchers by certain possible answers on the questionnaire.
Broadly speaking (that’s how the radio reporter termed it), those in the center of social networks were more likely to catch “happiness waves” (I’m not kidding) as they swept through the network than those on its edges. The reporter then posed the question: wouldn’t those in the center of social networks be equally more susceptible to “unhappiness waves”? The answer given astounded me: no, because unhappiness spreads at a slower, SEVEN PERCENT less rate than does happiness. Now how did they pull that number out of the hat?!
I’m not against people speculating on subjective concepts like happiness and spreading their opinions around. After all, I do that sort of thing on this blog. But please don’t dress it all up with scientific, academic trappings and present it as some kind of objective truth! I could have just as easily assigned my own felt “happiness” weights to the different questions on their questionnaire, based on my own subjective values.
Everyone’s different, and happiness is not something at all quantifiable or even open to objective research. Going back to Star Trek (this time the beginning of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, a good movie), a recuperating Mr. Spock is on his home planet of Vulcan. He is recovering his memory and is being reeducated. A specially programmed computer exhaustively tests him on his knowledge and skills in the sciences. Then it poses a question that totally stumps the “objective” Spock: “How do you feel?”
On National Public Radio's news show this morning was a segment about a study done to determine what kinds of people were the happiest. Using questionnaire results spanning nearly twenty years in people’s lives, the researchers concluded that social networking played an important role. Those in the center of social networks supposedly tended to be happier than those on the fringes. And happiness was defined by the researchers by certain possible answers on the questionnaire.
Broadly speaking (that’s how the radio reporter termed it), those in the center of social networks were more likely to catch “happiness waves” (I’m not kidding) as they swept through the network than those on its edges. The reporter then posed the question: wouldn’t those in the center of social networks be equally more susceptible to “unhappiness waves”? The answer given astounded me: no, because unhappiness spreads at a slower, SEVEN PERCENT less rate than does happiness. Now how did they pull that number out of the hat?!
I’m not against people speculating on subjective concepts like happiness and spreading their opinions around. After all, I do that sort of thing on this blog. But please don’t dress it all up with scientific, academic trappings and present it as some kind of objective truth! I could have just as easily assigned my own felt “happiness” weights to the different questions on their questionnaire, based on my own subjective values.
Everyone’s different, and happiness is not something at all quantifiable or even open to objective research. Going back to Star Trek (this time the beginning of Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home, a good movie), a recuperating Mr. Spock is on his home planet of Vulcan. He is recovering his memory and is being reeducated. A specially programmed computer exhaustively tests him on his knowledge and skills in the sciences. Then it poses a question that totally stumps the “objective” Spock: “How do you feel?”
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Holiday Parcel Processing
When I watch television and continually hear about how badly the economy is doing and then go to work at the post office, I suffer from a deep sense of “disconnect”. For I am one of those people who process the Priority Mail packages that go out from the Gainesville area to all parts of the country (and world). And this holiday season promises to be just as big in the post office as before. Starting this week, we’ll see the volume of parcels dramatically rise, with my section of the processing taking “Priority”. During the next three weeks, there will be plenty of overtime, new temporary workers hired, no annual leave approved, a shortage of working space (because of all the parcels), and plenty of work to do!
There will most like arrive the time, as it usually happens with me each December when the parcel volume gets to seem overwhelming and I will once again begin to echo the immortal words of Ebenezer Scrooge: “Christmas? Bah, humbug!” But this annual exercise in work-overload is, of course, ultimately good for the U.S. Postal Service and for me as an employee, for it brings in much needed revenue. And it puts our economic picture in a more realistic perspective for me as well. Maybe the economy is running a little slower, but it is definitely still running!
There will most like arrive the time, as it usually happens with me each December when the parcel volume gets to seem overwhelming and I will once again begin to echo the immortal words of Ebenezer Scrooge: “Christmas? Bah, humbug!” But this annual exercise in work-overload is, of course, ultimately good for the U.S. Postal Service and for me as an employee, for it brings in much needed revenue. And it puts our economic picture in a more realistic perspective for me as well. Maybe the economy is running a little slower, but it is definitely still running!
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
AIDS Awareness
A couple of days ago, the planetary (and solar) statues of Gainesville’s Eighth Avenue Solar Walk were draped over in black. The reason: the annual observance of A Day Without Art, held on December 1 and designed to increase awareness of AIDS as an ongoing problem.
After the initial publicity and mass fear of the eighties, when some even termed AIDS as a species-threatening disease, those suffering with this terrible, terminal affliction are now suffering a different kind of fate in our society: compartmentalization. It seems that, as long as something “different” isn’t regarded as a general threat any more, than it becomes categorized, shelved, and pushed off to the side, at least as far as public attention is concerned. People are still coming down with AIDS, but most of us feel that it, unlike cancer, diabetes, or heart disease, is “someone else’s disease”. And quite a few still hold on to the notion that since AIDS is “preventable”, then those suffering from it deserved what they got!
If there is anything we should have learned over the past few decades, it is that most of the major diseases we suffer are largely preventable. Including the aforementioned “big three” of cancer, heart disease, and diabetes. But although people can take measures to reduce their risks, they still can succumb to them. Just ask those who knew and loved comedian Andy Kaufman, who died of lung cancer although he was always a non-smoker.
Prevention has always been an important element in the campaign to prevent AIDS. But like with other ailments, treatment of the already-afflicted is also very important. The latest advances in AIDS medical treatments are usually too expensive for the patients to afford, especially for those in the poor African nations where it is epidemic. So it requires a sense of altruism and generosity on the part of society as a whole to help its less fortunate members in this regard.
To this end, I salute the current president George W. Bush for his administration’s emphasis on global AIDS funding. He was recently honored for this at Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church in Colorado, with others like U2’s Bono and Britain’s former Prime Minister Tony Blair weighing in their praise for Bush. Hopefully, he and his wife Laura will continue this humanitarian effort after leaving office next year.
After the initial publicity and mass fear of the eighties, when some even termed AIDS as a species-threatening disease, those suffering with this terrible, terminal affliction are now suffering a different kind of fate in our society: compartmentalization. It seems that, as long as something “different” isn’t regarded as a general threat any more, than it becomes categorized, shelved, and pushed off to the side, at least as far as public attention is concerned. People are still coming down with AIDS, but most of us feel that it, unlike cancer, diabetes, or heart disease, is “someone else’s disease”. And quite a few still hold on to the notion that since AIDS is “preventable”, then those suffering from it deserved what they got!
If there is anything we should have learned over the past few decades, it is that most of the major diseases we suffer are largely preventable. Including the aforementioned “big three” of cancer, heart disease, and diabetes. But although people can take measures to reduce their risks, they still can succumb to them. Just ask those who knew and loved comedian Andy Kaufman, who died of lung cancer although he was always a non-smoker.
Prevention has always been an important element in the campaign to prevent AIDS. But like with other ailments, treatment of the already-afflicted is also very important. The latest advances in AIDS medical treatments are usually too expensive for the patients to afford, especially for those in the poor African nations where it is epidemic. So it requires a sense of altruism and generosity on the part of society as a whole to help its less fortunate members in this regard.
To this end, I salute the current president George W. Bush for his administration’s emphasis on global AIDS funding. He was recently honored for this at Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church in Colorado, with others like U2’s Bono and Britain’s former Prime Minister Tony Blair weighing in their praise for Bush. Hopefully, he and his wife Laura will continue this humanitarian effort after leaving office next year.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
800 KHZ
In late 1967, I had just begun the sixth grade at my school in Davie (near Hollywood, south Florida). Although I was a very fast runner and was generally healthy then, I had a tendency to get sick as well. I spent a good deal of time at the beginning of that school year at home bedridden, recuperating from illness.
It’s no fun being stuck in bed like that. But I had a radio I could fiddle around with. During the daytime, I noticed that I could pick up AM radio stations that I thought were relatively far away (like in West Palm Beach or Belle Glade). But when nighttime came, this revelation exploded into wonder when I found I could listen to stations hundreds of miles away like 1110/WBT/Charlotte, 750/WSB/Atlanta, 650/WSM/Nashville, and 770/WABC/New York. One of my favorite local stations, 790/WFUN, was difficult to pick up at night. One night I thought I was tuned in to it, but I was picking up a very strong signal. And they were broadcasting religious Christian programming. At the intermission, station ID was given: Trans World Radio, broadcasting from the island of Bonaire in the Netherlands Antilles (in the southern Caribbean). That was my first English-language foreign radio station (there were “tons” of powerful Spanish-language Cuban stations I could hear around the clock), and to this date it remains my favorite (although I have difficulty picking it up here in Gainesville).
Trans World Radio would broadcast on 800 kHz as station PJB with a booming, overpowering 500,000 watt signal. By contrast, American AM stations can only broadcast on certain frequencies with a maximum 50,000 watts. I never heard this station identify itself by its call letters on the air, but a station directory nevertheless gave them as being PJB. Later I discovered that this station also served as a relay station for Radio Nederland, playing shows in the early evening in Dutch and English (and, if memory serves me correctly, in Spanish). My favorite show of Radio Nederland, as I remember it, was The Happy Station. There was also Spanish-language religious programming just before and after the English bloc of religious shows, which would begin at 9 p.m..
Back then, the Christianity on those radio programs was a gentler brand, emphasizing God’s love and mercy while avoiding the strident, overbearing, and heavily political tone that today’s radio gurus tend to use. My favorite programs were Back to the Bible and Music and You. Back in 1967-69, Back to the Bible had a very pleasant-sounding host who presented the inherently very confusing Gospel message in such a way that made me WANT to believe it. But I was more captivated by the tone of his presentation than by its contents. And the traditional music was so soothing. Ditto, musically speaking, for the late evening program Music and You, which was a Trans World Radio production.
By contrast, the “teacher” in today’s version of Back to the Bible seems has, to me, a pedantic, overbearing style that is grating to my spirit. Sometimes I want to just kick the radio when I hear him speak!
Eventually, in 1969, I wrote a reception report to this station and received a souvenir QSL card(verification from the station that I heard it) in response. It was my first QSL card.
Later I discovered, that when PJB went off the air late at night, two other powerful stations from more distant lands would surface: rocker CKLW in Windsor, Ontario and XELO (later XEROK) in Chihuahua, Mexico. Usually I got XELO, which then in the late sixties broadcast in English. I especially enjoyed their endearing show titled Record Roost in which listeners’ requests were played, accompanied by a cast of on-air characters and special-effects talking animals. Lots of fun! In early 1970, I wrote a reception report to them as well (including in it a song request for Aquarius by the Fifth Dimension). The “QSL” card I received really didn’t verify that I had heard them, but I treated it as such anyway. And it showed the Record Roost cast! Did they ever play my song? Who knows, but I still felt like I was a part of "the family" anyway.
Up here in Gainesville, I would have thought that it wouldn’t be all that difficult to hear Trans World Radio on 800 kHz, but it is. Usually 800 kHz just sounds completely muddled on my radio, and that’s a shame. I wish they would bring back the peaceful tone they used to have on some of those old Christian shows. A gentle, caring voice and some beautiful music are what I need to soothe my sometimes troubled soul, not ridiculously convoluted doctrine barked out in a manner similar to the teacher in Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall!
Oh, one other thing: the lead-in theme music for the Radio Nederland relay station segment was a beautiful Caribbean-style instrumental piece dominated by a flute and an acoustic guitar. I never was able to identify it and continue to keep looking for what this "mystery piece" was.
It’s no fun being stuck in bed like that. But I had a radio I could fiddle around with. During the daytime, I noticed that I could pick up AM radio stations that I thought were relatively far away (like in West Palm Beach or Belle Glade). But when nighttime came, this revelation exploded into wonder when I found I could listen to stations hundreds of miles away like 1110/WBT/Charlotte, 750/WSB/Atlanta, 650/WSM/Nashville, and 770/WABC/New York. One of my favorite local stations, 790/WFUN, was difficult to pick up at night. One night I thought I was tuned in to it, but I was picking up a very strong signal. And they were broadcasting religious Christian programming. At the intermission, station ID was given: Trans World Radio, broadcasting from the island of Bonaire in the Netherlands Antilles (in the southern Caribbean). That was my first English-language foreign radio station (there were “tons” of powerful Spanish-language Cuban stations I could hear around the clock), and to this date it remains my favorite (although I have difficulty picking it up here in Gainesville).
Trans World Radio would broadcast on 800 kHz as station PJB with a booming, overpowering 500,000 watt signal. By contrast, American AM stations can only broadcast on certain frequencies with a maximum 50,000 watts. I never heard this station identify itself by its call letters on the air, but a station directory nevertheless gave them as being PJB. Later I discovered that this station also served as a relay station for Radio Nederland, playing shows in the early evening in Dutch and English (and, if memory serves me correctly, in Spanish). My favorite show of Radio Nederland, as I remember it, was The Happy Station. There was also Spanish-language religious programming just before and after the English bloc of religious shows, which would begin at 9 p.m..
Back then, the Christianity on those radio programs was a gentler brand, emphasizing God’s love and mercy while avoiding the strident, overbearing, and heavily political tone that today’s radio gurus tend to use. My favorite programs were Back to the Bible and Music and You. Back in 1967-69, Back to the Bible had a very pleasant-sounding host who presented the inherently very confusing Gospel message in such a way that made me WANT to believe it. But I was more captivated by the tone of his presentation than by its contents. And the traditional music was so soothing. Ditto, musically speaking, for the late evening program Music and You, which was a Trans World Radio production.
By contrast, the “teacher” in today’s version of Back to the Bible seems has, to me, a pedantic, overbearing style that is grating to my spirit. Sometimes I want to just kick the radio when I hear him speak!
Eventually, in 1969, I wrote a reception report to this station and received a souvenir QSL card(verification from the station that I heard it) in response. It was my first QSL card.
Later I discovered, that when PJB went off the air late at night, two other powerful stations from more distant lands would surface: rocker CKLW in Windsor, Ontario and XELO (later XEROK) in Chihuahua, Mexico. Usually I got XELO, which then in the late sixties broadcast in English. I especially enjoyed their endearing show titled Record Roost in which listeners’ requests were played, accompanied by a cast of on-air characters and special-effects talking animals. Lots of fun! In early 1970, I wrote a reception report to them as well (including in it a song request for Aquarius by the Fifth Dimension). The “QSL” card I received really didn’t verify that I had heard them, but I treated it as such anyway. And it showed the Record Roost cast! Did they ever play my song? Who knows, but I still felt like I was a part of "the family" anyway.
Up here in Gainesville, I would have thought that it wouldn’t be all that difficult to hear Trans World Radio on 800 kHz, but it is. Usually 800 kHz just sounds completely muddled on my radio, and that’s a shame. I wish they would bring back the peaceful tone they used to have on some of those old Christian shows. A gentle, caring voice and some beautiful music are what I need to soothe my sometimes troubled soul, not ridiculously convoluted doctrine barked out in a manner similar to the teacher in Pink Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall!
Oh, one other thing: the lead-in theme music for the Radio Nederland relay station segment was a beautiful Caribbean-style instrumental piece dominated by a flute and an acoustic guitar. I never was able to identify it and continue to keep looking for what this "mystery piece" was.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Monday Newsbreak: 12/1
--Terrorists attacked the western Indian city of Mumbai this past week, causing many casualties and great loss of life. It is still early in the investigation to affix precise responsibility for the attack, but at this writing it looks as if the terrorists operated out of Pakistan. That country’s government is obviously afraid of the terrorist presence there and seems neither capable of squashing it themselves nor effectively cooperating with foreign governments (such as the U.S.) who have the means to accomplish this. I wonder how Obama will handle this friendly government which is nonetheless harboring our greatest enemies?
--The insanity called Black Friday, where shoppers across the country line up before dawn to rush into stores the day after Thanksgiving to purchase Christmas gifts at big discounts, reached a new low on New York’s Long Island when a mob rushing the entrance at a Wal-Mart there trampled to death one of the employees. I never have understood Black Friday shoppers. Nor do I understand why stores participate in this lunacy. Hopefully, we’ll see more moderation in this spectacle next year as a result of this tragedy. But I’m not counting on it.
--With sadness, I note the passing of a good, decent man: Dr. James A. Himes, who was the Dean of Students at the University of Florida College of Veterinary Medicine as well as a co-owner of the local Cathay Tea House restaurant when I knew him in the 1980s. He was in his late eighties and had been fighting cancer. Dr. Himes was a kind, considerate man whose passing will be mourned by many who loved and respected him. Including me.
--The stage is now set in college football for the exciting showdown between the University of Florida Gators and the University of Alabama Crimson Tide for the Southeastern Conference championship. The winner of next Saturday’s game will most likely play Oklahoma for the national championship in Miami. The Gators finally seem to be taking my advice (I’m sure they’re all reading this blog) and have begun to have some fun playing the game!
--The 2008 hurricane season officially ended yesterday. From my place in north-central Florida, only tropical storm Fay had a direct effect here, with its eye passing directly over us. Gustav scared quite a few in Louisiana while revealing John McCain as an unstable candidate. Cuba was rocked with three hurricanes and suffered much loss. Ike hit Texas in the Galveston area and Hanna traveled up the U.S. east coast. We got through the letter “P” this year, although there’s still a chance for more storms in December.
--The insanity called Black Friday, where shoppers across the country line up before dawn to rush into stores the day after Thanksgiving to purchase Christmas gifts at big discounts, reached a new low on New York’s Long Island when a mob rushing the entrance at a Wal-Mart there trampled to death one of the employees. I never have understood Black Friday shoppers. Nor do I understand why stores participate in this lunacy. Hopefully, we’ll see more moderation in this spectacle next year as a result of this tragedy. But I’m not counting on it.
--With sadness, I note the passing of a good, decent man: Dr. James A. Himes, who was the Dean of Students at the University of Florida College of Veterinary Medicine as well as a co-owner of the local Cathay Tea House restaurant when I knew him in the 1980s. He was in his late eighties and had been fighting cancer. Dr. Himes was a kind, considerate man whose passing will be mourned by many who loved and respected him. Including me.
--The stage is now set in college football for the exciting showdown between the University of Florida Gators and the University of Alabama Crimson Tide for the Southeastern Conference championship. The winner of next Saturday’s game will most likely play Oklahoma for the national championship in Miami. The Gators finally seem to be taking my advice (I’m sure they’re all reading this blog) and have begun to have some fun playing the game!
--The 2008 hurricane season officially ended yesterday. From my place in north-central Florida, only tropical storm Fay had a direct effect here, with its eye passing directly over us. Gustav scared quite a few in Louisiana while revealing John McCain as an unstable candidate. Cuba was rocked with three hurricanes and suffered much loss. Ike hit Texas in the Galveston area and Hanna traveled up the U.S. east coast. We got through the letter “P” this year, although there’s still a chance for more storms in December.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Being Right Vs. Engendering Good Will
One of the toughest things I’ve had to learn in life is when to take a stand on issues that I know I am right about against others who are equally convinced of their own views. Take, for example, the folks I know in the evangelistic community who entertain rigid views about subjects like evolution, certain hot-button social issues, and the literal interpretation of the Bible. I doubt that my take on any of these subjects, if loudly expressed, would change any of the minds of those who disagree with me. But some of those holding differing opinions on these subjects tend to invest a great deal of emotional capital in their viewpoints and regard those differing with them as either being deluded at best, or as adversaries at worst. Whenever I come across one of these people and they bring up one of these subjects, I try my hardest to deflect the topic to another “safer” area. Now is that a reasonable course of action for me to take?
I know that I will probably never find another soul on this planet who is in complete agreement with me on everything. If I did, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around that person anyway. But then again, people do tend to hang on to their pet opinions with great emotional tenacity and can get upset when confronted by someone who disagrees with them.
We in the West tend to think of ourselves as more direct communicators, as opposed to Eastern traditions of face-saving and indirect communication. But take a look at any one of the old Andy Griffith shows where Sheriff Taylor is continually faced with the question I have posed: when to take a stand on something because he knows he’s right, and when to “let it go” for the sake of preserving a relationship (usually with his bumbling deputy Barney Fife). In spite of what you may generally see in the media, be it fiction or news/talk shows, our social lives are full of this dilemma.
As an American, it is important for me to lay out where I stand on issues that matter the most for me. I can use various indirect methods to do this, one of them being this blog. I can write letters to “official” people in positions of authority such as local, state, or national representatives, religious and business leaders, or anyone else whose position properly places them at the receiving end of correspondence directly related to the field that they are in charge of. I can also comment on issues by writing to any media outlet I choose as well. These are all relatively indirect venues of expressing my opinions. Even if one of those folks who knows me and disagrees with me reads my opposing opinion, they will not feel the immediate threat to their constitution that head-on expression would cause. Even demonstrating in public is, to me, more indirect a method of expression than a personal debate with another.
I would like to think that people could overcome their sometimes extreme personal attachments to their cherished viewpoints to be able to have reasonable discussions with others without feeling slighted or causing insult to their “opponents”. But people are people, and I’m also not above feeling miffed when someone directly contradicts me.
Of course, I also recognize, more and more as I grow older, that it’s important for others to know that if they want to have a positive, friendly relationship with me, they’re going to have to expect to hear my honest opinion about different things. And respect my differing view (and me) without having to agree with it. There is still that “Sheriff Taylor” within me, though. For although I’m now more likely to state my differing opinions to others, I’m still wise enough to know when not to raise “sacred cow” topics when in the midst of “true believers” of those “sacred cows”.
I know that I will probably never find another soul on this planet who is in complete agreement with me on everything. If I did, I probably wouldn’t want to hang around that person anyway. But then again, people do tend to hang on to their pet opinions with great emotional tenacity and can get upset when confronted by someone who disagrees with them.
We in the West tend to think of ourselves as more direct communicators, as opposed to Eastern traditions of face-saving and indirect communication. But take a look at any one of the old Andy Griffith shows where Sheriff Taylor is continually faced with the question I have posed: when to take a stand on something because he knows he’s right, and when to “let it go” for the sake of preserving a relationship (usually with his bumbling deputy Barney Fife). In spite of what you may generally see in the media, be it fiction or news/talk shows, our social lives are full of this dilemma.
As an American, it is important for me to lay out where I stand on issues that matter the most for me. I can use various indirect methods to do this, one of them being this blog. I can write letters to “official” people in positions of authority such as local, state, or national representatives, religious and business leaders, or anyone else whose position properly places them at the receiving end of correspondence directly related to the field that they are in charge of. I can also comment on issues by writing to any media outlet I choose as well. These are all relatively indirect venues of expressing my opinions. Even if one of those folks who knows me and disagrees with me reads my opposing opinion, they will not feel the immediate threat to their constitution that head-on expression would cause. Even demonstrating in public is, to me, more indirect a method of expression than a personal debate with another.
I would like to think that people could overcome their sometimes extreme personal attachments to their cherished viewpoints to be able to have reasonable discussions with others without feeling slighted or causing insult to their “opponents”. But people are people, and I’m also not above feeling miffed when someone directly contradicts me.
Of course, I also recognize, more and more as I grow older, that it’s important for others to know that if they want to have a positive, friendly relationship with me, they’re going to have to expect to hear my honest opinion about different things. And respect my differing view (and me) without having to agree with it. There is still that “Sheriff Taylor” within me, though. For although I’m now more likely to state my differing opinions to others, I’m still wise enough to know when not to raise “sacred cow” topics when in the midst of “true believers” of those “sacred cows”.
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