February 22, 2008 archive

The Tortoise and the Hare

Over the last couple of weeks, several people have been “riffing” off an essay written by Nightprowlkitty, A Personal View: Discontent. I’m still thinking about it today.

I am not looking for new answers.

I am trying to see what is already here.  Right now.  Fully formed.

What makes that vision difficult is the bombardment of information, the daily tolling of the bad news bell of the United States of America, the evils that prompt the human spirit to react instead of respond.  This to me is the most difficult task, to make myself quiet enough to see the answer staring me in the face.  It is easy to write.  It is not easy to do.

Police Officer Fired in Shreveport Due to Violence Caught on Video

Is this police abuse? You tell me.

The Road We Must Travel

Many of us spend hours each and every day on progressive blogs.   I know I do.   It’s important, we keep each other informed about the latest events in the world and developments in politics.  We debate the issues, we take action together by contacting our senators and congressmen, we contribute money to deserving progressive candidates through ActBlue and help other Americans in need by donating what we can as often as we can.

Our blogs have been vital sources of mutual support and friendship.  For years, on progressive websites large and small, we’ve helped each other make it through another day, and then another week, and then another month, and then another year as we’ve endured the abuses of this obscene travesty of a government.      

We’ve supported each other all the way through this, and we’re gaining political influence at the state and national levels.  But we have to build upon what we’re accomplishing on our blogs by defending democracy where it needs defending the most, in the corrupt corporate media.  We have to be the truth tellers in the pages of America’s newspapers.  We have to publicly condemn the bought and paid for politicians in both parties who claim to be defenders of America, but defend nothing but their sordid careers as they betray us time and time again.      

I managed to quit blogging long enough to write an LTE, and successfully e-mailed it to the Fargo Forum, so readers of my state’s largest newspaper have just seen the public condemnation of a treacherous politician who isn’t even fit to be an American citizen, much less fit to be representing 400,000 of them:  

Conrad’s Telecom Vote is a Betrayal

Published Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Sen. Kent Conrad, D-N.D., betrayed us all on Feb. 12.  He betrayed you, he betrayed me, he betrayed every American soldier who ever fought and died to defend our freedom and liberty.  Conrad no longer believes in the Constitution and the rule of law.  He told us so.  He told us that when he tossed the Constitution and the rule of law into the nearest Dumpster, put on his politician suit and tie, combed his politician hair, and walked into what used to be the Senate of the United States to help criminal telecom companies and a criminal president destroy American democracy.

For years, big telecom companies conspired with George W. Bush and the National Security Agency to engage in massive, pervasive, illegal spying on Americans in violation of the Constitution.  That’s just fine with Conrad.  He told us so on Feb. 12. These powerful telecom companies believe they are above the law.  Conrad agrees.  He told us so on Feb. 12.  They don’t want spied on, lied to, abused, betrayed and victimized American citizens to be able to defend their Fourth Amendment rights in court.  That’s just fine with Conrad.  He couldn’t care less about the Constitution, the rule of law or our civil liberties.  He told us so on Feb. 12.

Terrorists can never destroy America, but they don’t have to.  They can just sit back and watch Conrad, Bush and the most corrupt pack of Beltway politicians ever to cash congressional paychecks destroy America for them.

If you still believe in the Constitution and the rule of law, call Conrad and ask him why he doesn’t.  His number is (202) 224-2043.

 

Docudharma Times Friday February 22

This is an Open Thread:

Dawn changes everything

Everything

And the delta sun

Burns bright and violet

Friday’s Headlines:Crack Offenders Set for Release Mostly Nonviolent, Study Says: Soaring prices threaten economy: Africa: Zimbabwe inflation passes 100,000%, officials say: Kenyan beer stirs Obamamania: Europe:Serb rioters invade US embassy:Germany’s ‘Red Oskar’ set for more electoral success: Middle East: TV executive faces jail in Dubai for barely visible cannabis speck: Starbucks mother flouted the law, say religious police in Saudi Arabia: Latin America: Cubans hope for more self-employment


FEC Warns McCain on Campaign Spending



The nation’s top federal election official told Sen. John McCain yesterday that he cannot immediately withdraw from the presidential public financing system as he had requested, a decision that threatens to dramatically restrict his spending until the general election campaign begins in the fall.

The prospect of being financially hamstrung by the very fundraising system he helped create is the latest in a series of bitter challenges for the presumed GOP nominee, who still faces a fractured conservative coalition as he assumes the mantle of party leadership.

What are you reading?

The regular list

If you like to trade books, try BookMooch.

cfk has bookflurries on Weds. nights

pico has literature for kossacks on Tues. nights, but it’s on hiatus

What are you reading? is crossposted to docudharma

If you have ideas for future weeks, let me know

I haven’t been doing that much reading, I’ve been busy with my series on Congress

Statistical models: Theory and practice by David Freedman.  Delves into the details of models, without getting overly mathematical.  

Alexander Hamilton  by Ron Chernow.  Impressive (as is the subject)

The Art of Mathematics by Bela Belobas.  Interesting, easily stated math problems. For slow solving.

Marque and Reprisal by  Elizabeth Moon.  This is apparently the second in a series.  I missed the first, but this one is good old-fashioned SF

Muse in the Morning

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The muses are ancient.  The inspirations for our stories were said to be born from them.  Muses of song and dance, or poetry and prose, of comedy and tragedy, of the inward and the outward.  In one version they are Calliope, Euterpe and Terpsichore, Erato and Clio, Thalia and Melpomene, Polyhymnia and Urania.

It has also been traditional to name a tenth muse.  Plato declared Sappho to be the tenth muse, the muse of women poets.  Others have been suggested throughout the centuries.  I don’t have a name for one, but I do think there should be a muse for the graphical arts.  And maybe there should be many more.

Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…

Pony Party, Phone it in Friday

I was (and am) inspired by On The Bus’s wonderful essay celebrating 50 years of peace symbols….so we’re having an all-peace pony today!!

Cat Stevens, Peace Train…..live!!…swoon…

The Stars Hollow Gazette

So it’s going to be an ugly day here in Stars Hollow tomorrow.  Snow, snow, snow, and then some more snow for good measure.

Good thing too, because it will cover up the mud.

Today is kind of a Dave & Craig retro day for me where I get to contemplate the wreck my life has become since the holidays and how really hopelessly behind on all my important projects I am.

On the other hand not every good idea went undone so there are accomplishments to point to too.  I’m going to decide to be grateful for the break- a snow day if you will.  I shall sleep late and play and get wet and chilled and then dry off and drink hot beverages and play bored games with my friends and family.

If I get ambitious I might try to clean up some of the clutter, but that seems a foolish goal.

The Weapon of Young Gods #13: Fending Off Implosion

I could hear waves crashing against the cliff as I walked slowly along the paved lagoon path. Peter and Alex were pulling away ahead of me, trying to keep warm against the moist, chilly breeze coming off the ocean. My clothes were already collecting the air’s wet weight, and I tried weakly to catch up.

We’d been over to Peter’s car in a big dirt lot next to I.V. and above the beach, but were now almost back to the dorms. The round trip was taking longer than we’d expected, but after hotboxing my roommate’s beat-up, salt-encrusted Prelude, we were stoned enough to not care. That was fine with me; I’d been at rock bottom for four days now, ever since Nadia dumped me on the wrong side of Valentine’s Day.

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Blankets to warm hearts and souls: PBWH

Pretty Bird Woman House has a home…



Many thanks to all who spread the word and helped raise funds: Pretty Bird Woman House closed on a property for the new shelter. It is great news for the women and children who will soon have a place to take refuge when domestic violence threatens. See pictures here. The money raised during October, November, and December paid for the house and is paying for the fence and security system that will be installed!

Pretty Bird Woman House needs your help again. We are asking that you help turn this House in to a warm and cozy place.

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Abused by a system that sent this young man into battle, he has devised his own manner in how to deal with fear. He hides it. Deep inside, he knows that if his fear shows, it may spread to other people, who, he is positive would all & forever point at him as the origin.?He must not show what tears at him so he now shows his petaled face, sure that everybody loves flowers. His mother told him so. Here behind the bushes on the edge of the park where he lives, he marvels at the people cheering loud explosions & worries for their safety, having seen the devastation these bombs, bursting in air, cause. He does not comprehend the celebration of independance that shines, reflected on his metal face, positive it could never warm his soul.?Young men like this will be seen more & more as the systematic abuse they have & are enduring starts to bloom . We, who would never use our brothers & sisters like this, are inevitably charged with taking their hand & reassuring them that some one cares. No amount of pills or programs or tests will ever help unless there`s a caring soul to help them along.?The thing that will be difficult will be to make sure these people are not pointed out as the originators of their troubles. There will be many. Please smile at them & be nice. Have a nice day, & count your blessings.?This image I shot at night when while fooling around with the resident skunk, I noticed the light on some statues. I had moved these statues a few days previously & had not yet seen them in the light from the porch. This light was a little behind the statues & a little higher. There were two lights on each side of the porch entry, one red & one green. [Don`t ask].?I went & got a tripod & camera& set up with the camera set at F2.8 & started with a 6 second exposure. I started fooling around with the set-up & went to get a few masks from my collection, & brought along a flashlight. I changed to a 2 second exposure & I would spray the shot with a quick bath of light with the flashlight. This is one of the images from that series. Another image from that series can be seen at this link. It`s called “DICHOTOMY”.

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writing in the raw: strange taboos

In a Country with Strange Taboos

by dharmasyd

For rusty1776 in gratitude for his

“Writing in the Raw: Valentine Confessions”

I remember when you brought me hyacinths

We walked the path under pepper trees

Laughed our way to the beach

To play in the surf like yearling seals

And when you kissed me, your salt wet curls

Dripped ocean on my face

I was a virgin then, and you a married man

In a country with strange taboos

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Camille Claudel

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