“Yo Mama! Yo Mama! Yo Mama!”

What with all the discussion yesterday about the use of hate words and today’s Howard-Wolfson-Faux-Gate I was reminded of one of the tiny moments of great courage that happened upon me as I have clung to this big blue orb.

So, its 1991 and I’m still an actor, having just graduated from the theatre conservatory at the University of Illinois a few month earlier.

My first REAL union gig was a production of a play called Spiele ’36, which told the story of the two Jewish runners who were forced by Adolf Hitler and the German American Bund to give up their spots on the Olympic 4X100 relay team in favor of two African-American runners… on of which was Jesse Owens.

Needless to say… I played Jesse Owens.

(Pause for chuckle.)

Apparently Hitler was more comfortable with the possibility that Arian athletes would be bested by black athletes then by “hook-nosers”, so he went to American officials and had the two jews removed from the team the night before they were set to race.

The above was the REASON that Jesse Owens won his then record 4th gold medal.

Anyway, the show was a joint production between Victory Gardens Theater in Chicago and George Mason University, with George Mason getting the world premiere, so I packed up the nine things I owned and relocated to Fairfax, Virginia… interestingly known for having the highest concentration of ex-CIA officials per-capita in America.

(I mean there must’ve been a city ordinance requiring all windows to be tinted and all residences to have five forms of high-tech security.)

Ok, so, one day I’m walking back from rehearsal with the playwright, a sixty-something African American man named Steve Carter.

Steve was a fascinating guy… kind of the real life version of all the characters Morgan Freeman now gets asked to play. Wise and smart and cantankerous, all with a slight limp from a bum knee and a nice sized gut from an admitted passion for southern fried food.

Anyway, we’re headed up a hill and he’s huffing and puffing, while keeping me spellbound with tales of how he became a writer, when a car containing four late-teen/early-twenties approaches from behind and from inside we hear… “NIGGER! NIGGER! NIGGER!”

Now, what followed surely happened in less than a couple seconds, but I remember it in excruciating slow-motion.

I cycled through confusion, embarrassment, and then… terror.

Are these people going to get out of the car and beat the crap out of Steve and I? Are they going to try and run us over? Given Steve’s age and physical condition there’s no way he’s getting away from them or fighting back and I’m badly outnumbered.

I mean what the fuck do I do here?

Steve did not have such indecision.

He steps to the curb, puffs out his chest and screams: “YO MAMA! YO MAMA! YO MAMA!”

Sixty-plus year old man… in the south… bum knee… gut like he’s pregnant… no fear.

“YO MAMA! YO MAMA! YO MAMA!”

And the car with the backward-hatted guys? Well… they just drive away.

I stood stunned, taking a long moment before finally managing a pathetic, breathless, “I’m- I’m really sorry, Mr. Carter.”

To which Steve laughed, “Seen worse before. Will see much worse again.”

Then he smiled and with a kindness and compassion that seemed to understand how I not him was rattled and said… “Think you scared them off, Jeffrey”

Now, I’m not EXACTLY sure how this ties into the past week, other then to say that when I heard Senator Obama talking about “staying positive” and not attacking his rival Democrat I nodded in agreement, but also wanted to remind him and his people that standing tall IS NOT attacking and sometimes it can even scare the most angry, misguided and hateful souls into beating a hasty retreat.

Senator Obama should be kind and gracious and forgiving and slow-to-anger, but without ever completely forgetting… “HIS MAMA! HIS MAMA! HIS MAMA!”

 

Friday Philosophy: Mixed Veggies

Thoughts a-jumble.  Mind in a twist.  Ideas mixed like succotash, vegetables that should never touch.

Weekend before finals.  I should be grading, but I am waiting for submissions.  Ever in hope, I extended the deadline to Sunday.

Questions of adequacy always arise.  Did I do right by my students?  One of the reasons for teaching in a small college like this is that I only have 33 students to be concerned about in three classes.  Some of them have given up.  Some of them never started.  What more could I have done to light the fuse that will detonate the desire to learn?

How did one of my students get all the way through Java I and Java II with me letting her think writing code consisted of copying code she had seen produced for her in it’s entirety  once before?  She asked, “When did you show us how to produce an interface for the final project?”  My response:  “The last two semesters.”

Escape the mundane.  Penetrate the surface…

Why do people wear dead animals for decoration?  A mink stoll?  In this day and age?  Hence my comment about slapping fresh road kill on one’s shoulders.

But I admit I have a new leather handbag.  It was a birthday present from Debbie’s cousin Laurie and her mom, Lee.  It is very useful but I haven’t figured out yet how best to carry it and not hurt my back or shoulders.

Debbie gave me a blown glass bauble that is really beautiful which arrived today.

I wish I were better at thanking people for gifts.  I don’t do bubbly and gushy well.  I’m usually surprised if someone gives me something I need.  And I’m never sure how to respond to something I don’t need.

Collections grow in odd ways.  One of my students gave me a blown glass ball once upon a time and now my glass objects are threatening to fall off their shelf, which would wreak havoc with my keyboard.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Deeper.  Slice through the layers.

Exhaustion calls for rest.  Deny it.  Keep moving.

I also probably don’t respond to Death well.

And I don’t mean death.  I do that as I do that.  I try not to engage in too much conversation with people who are deeply affected by it.  Point of view?  Who is to say that death is bad in the life at that moment in time of the person who has died.  All I know is that there is now someone with whom I cannot communicate with except through what they may have left behind.  I do not know what is on the Other Side…and cannot until I take that step myself.  What value do preconceived assumptions have?

But Death?  The public manifestation of grief that someone has died?  I probably don’t do that especially well.  I’ve never had time for it.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Smaller now.  Slide through the membranes separating those layers.  And sample some of the thought.

Intention is challenged.  Take a nap or search onward?  Keep flowing.

People come in colors.  Ignoring that is not possible.  Do we think that somehow we are different from cats and dogs?  Angoras and tabbies.  Collies and beagles.  Humans.  I wonder about who that first person was who tried to prove one color was better than another.  For what purpose?

Speaking of which, does it really matter if we have bred people to be aggressive.  Wouldn’t it be a productive use of our time to teach them not to be aggressive in any case?

Faint hope is better than none.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Down past the trapped detritus of sandy soil.

The mind screams for withdrawal.  But the only true way out is forward.  Let a woman flow.  Ever onward lies the path.  Follow it.  Seek.

People move along.  I can faintly sense the reality that enrobes them, reaching outward as far as they wish it and inward as far as they dare look.

Our realities bump, interact, reflect upon each other.  We coexist.  Embrace the coexistence.


True Colors?

Reality Bumping

Unlike glass baubles

the edges

of our worlds

co-mingle

For a brief moment

we share

realities blending

intertwining

exchanging electrons

of information

changing each of us

Then we pass

our realities untangle

but we each

carry onward

a piece of the other

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–May 2, 2008

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I search for the root, knowing the heart, the sweet meat, is close by.  Will a pearl be discovered today?  Will I have the patience and skill to unwrap it?

How will I even recognize it?

And what color is the root?  What color is the heart?  Are they visible?  How bright?

Or do I turn your back and refuse to look, treating my root and heart like Pandora’s Box, content to live on the surface of the world, skimming through this reality with as small a bubble as I can manage, striving to leave no footprint on our common reality?

What kind of reality is that?

Pony Party: always in a rush

hello… what’s up… how is everyone? i’m on my way out… and i’ll be back on Sunday!!!

don’t get into too much trouble, okay?

oh… i’m going to my dad’s house with my sisters. sans kids, husbands, lovers… just the four of us before i go… ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

and my paperwork is all good EXCEPT missing one doc… a waiver by each of us of health care. i told the lady… that wasn’t a form in the booklet. she said, well, it’s required. okay. so one more piece of signed paper to wait for… but she said even if i don’t get it from the soon-to-be ex, the divorce would be signed in 30 days. i can’t wait that long…

no. no. no. so let’s keep everything crossed that the ex will send the paper ASAP…

love you all… pf8

Four at Four

  1. The New York Times reports Congress passes bill to bar bias based on genes. “A bill that would prohibit discrimination by health insurers and employers based on the information that people carry in their genes won final approval in Congress on Thursday by an overwhelming vote.” Bush has suggested he will sign the legislation and if he doesn’t the bill, which “passed the House on Thursday by a 414-to-1 vote, and the Senate by 95-to-0 a week earlier” likely has the votes to override his veto.

    The legislation is a start, but doesn’t prohibit the government from using genetic discrimination. And according to the NY Times story, “as genetic tests provide ever more information at lower costs, the entire notion of insuring against unknown risk that has long defined the industry may be upended.” This may “give ammunition to those who argue for universal health care”.

  2. The Washington Post reports White House plans proactive cyber-Security role for spy agencies. “America’s spy agencies for the first time would be tasked with gathering intelligence on threats to the nation’s computer networks under a policy set to be detailed by the White House next week… The [anonymous] official said the president’s new cyber-security directive will share the intelligence gleaned through monitoring threats across the government space with the private sector, which experts say is being hit with the same types of attacks that the federal dot-gov space is battling… Most of the 18 strategic goals laid out in the cyber initiative are currently classified, and few within the government have been fully briefed on the the plan.”

    Alan Paller, director of research at the Bethesda based SANS Institute, which tracks hacking trends, said few federal civilian agencies or private sector companies have the analysts or computer power to spot the most stealthy cyber attacks. Agencies like the NSA, he said, are in a bit of a tight spot in sharing new threat information with allies and the private sector, because spy agencies very often glean intelligence by exploiting the very same security vulnerabilities in hardware and software used by enemies of the United States.

    “This is the oldest conflict in security, because if we give away our best exploits, we lose the ability to use them offensively,” Paller said. “That’s a conflict the guys at NSA deal with every day. When you find good ones, how long do you wait before you tell the vendors and people defending our own networks?”

    On the surface, does this government-private partnership seems similar to the collusion between the telcos and the Bush Administraion?

Four at Four continues below the fold with the expanding ocean’s hypoxic zones, the collapse of the west coast salmon fishery, and fungal doom for Pacific Northwest amphibians.

  1. The Los Angeles Times reports Oxygen-poor ocean zones are growing. Researchers link their growth to climate change and these hypoxic zones cannot sustain most marine life. These oxygen-pore zones are expanding from the ocean depths to the continental shelves where the commercial fisheries are.

    Researchers believe these phenomena are linked to subsurface layers of hypoxic water in the tropical Pacific and Atlantic oceans that have been thickening over the last 50 years, according to the analysis published today in the journal Science.

    The study, led by Lothar Stramma at the University of Kiel in Germany, warns that the spread of hypoxic waters that suffocate marine life is consistent with climate models forecasting what would happen as greenhouse gases accumulate in the atmosphere…

    “If you warm waters, they hold much less oxygen,” said coauthor Gregory C. Johnson, an oceanographer with the federal Pacific Marine Environmental Laboratory in Seattle. “That’s the same as a bottle of soda water. If you open it warm, it’ll fizz all over the place. If you open it cold, it will slowly fizz out as it warms.”

    More importantly, Johnson said, the lighter warm water creates a cap over the colder depths, making it less likely that oxygen-enriched surface water will mix with colder water. Other biogeochemical processes also rob oxygen from deeper waters, such as the decomposition and re-mineralization of dead plankton as it settles to the seafloor.

    The low-oxygen zones are different from the “dead zones” caused by algae blooms fed by agricultural fertilizer runoff.

  2. The Guardian reports Salmon fishing is halted on US west coast. “The US government has ordered west coast salmon fishing, a vital contributor to the regional economy and culture, shut down for the year due to the decimation of the wild fish population. The ‘fishery failure’ declaration made yesterday by the commerce department deals an estimated $290m blow to America’s west coast”.

    The Los Angeles Times adds the Salmon fishery may get federal bailout. “Commerce Secretary Carlos M. Gutierrez’s announcement comes amid what he called ‘the unprecedented collapse’ of the salmon population off California and Oregon. By proclaiming a salmon fishery failure for waters off the two states, Gutierrez gives Congress a green light to consider a bailout of the West’s fishing industry for the second time in the last three years.” The last bailout was over $60 million. Funny how this “unprecidented” collapse is the second time salmon collapsed in three years under the Bush administration’s oversight.

  3. The Seattle Times reports a Fungus threatens Pacific Northwest’s amphibians. “I think of this like Ebola for frogs,” said Steven Wagner, a biology professor. Since 2005, he and his students at Central Washington University have found Washington’s evidence that the state’s frogs “are being attacked by a fungus blamed for wiping out amphibian populations around the globe… ‘People are ignoring it,’ Wagner said. ‘But can we afford to do that?'”

    “Frogs made it through the mass-extinction events that knocked out the dinosaurs,” said David Wake, a biologist at the University of California, Berkeley, who was one of the first to sound the alarm over declining amphibians. “Now there are more amphibian species at the edge of extinction than for any other group of vertebrates … and that should be a warning for all of us.”

    First discovered in 1998, the fungal disease called chytridiomycosis has been implicated in the collapse of amphibian populations in Central America, Australia, Europe and other places. Researchers documented its march across Panama and the carnage left behind. In North America, the fungus is rampant in California’s Sierra Nevada. It has been linked to die-offs in Colorado, Wyoming and Arizona.

Raw In The Writing, Vegetables

(Docudharma, the last bastion of the Fairness Doctrine – promoted by buhdydharma )

Raw vegetables. The fools of the system. Ingested, digested, and spit out when we’re done with them. Their lives, their work,  all they produce. They are the the raw vegetables on which we thrive. Though they attempt to resist, they give us sustenance as involuntarily as a lunched out politician can.

They think they are in charge. Their frozen hearts convincing their addled meat brains that they can pull the wool over our eyes.

Vegetables. They suck the soul from each other.

I refuse to listen to them.

I intend to have them for lunch.

What Does America Think About America….. Now? An Interactive Essay

Just after Earth Day, Robyn (using her best ‘stern’ teacher voice!) gave an assignment in The Morning Muse



Is there a Universe Day?  If not, why not?  Write a five-paragraph essay on the topic.

(Important note! I am not asking for five paragraphs!)

I would like to develop that sort of interactivity more, it is an intriguing little shift on (hahaha!) “traditional” blogging. Doing something similar would also be very useful to me, as a blogger. I have lived in Hawaii and then Mexico for the last two years, (soon to be returning to the States, btw) and though Hawaii is technically part of America, the small town in which I lived was …not.

So I am out of touch, even more than usual (!)… with what ‘The Typical American’ is thinking. A LOT has happened in those two years! And though I don’t think anyone here at DD would think of themselves as a ‘typical’ American, ALL of you have your finger on the pulse so to speak, more than I do!

This was also inspired by reading a piece on Think Progress in which one of our favorite people, Karl Rove was quoted as saying…

ROVE: The American people are prospective. They’re always looking forward. So if you try and say John McCain is George Bush, that simply lacks credibility with a wide number of Americans. All they know about John McCain is that he’s the maverick Republican senator who has often crossed swords with Bush and in fact ran against him in 2000. So I’m not certain claiming that McCain is Bush and therefore you ought to vote against McCain because he is Bush is a very credible argument.

(video at the link)

I also read somewhere recently, a quote from an ‘average Republican’ that said something like…”when you look at the shape the world is in these days, I think you have to credit the President with doing a good job.”

I don’t want to poison the well, but I do want to frame the question in a way that makes it relatively easy to answer, so:



Considering the way they get ‘the news’
…and…In light of nearly eight years of Bush, the current economy, the war, torture and spying revelations, and the ongoig D vs R political divide…what do you think Americans think about America now? How do they view its place in the world and how do they view the “State of The Union?”

What is the “mood on the street?”

Feel free to write as little (really!) or as much as you wish and… thanks for contributing

For Eli

We’ve all felt it…the rage followed by the exhaustion and the fear that our souls will be deadened by the overwhelming pain and destruction that is being reigned on human beings by our occupation of Iraq. Its why so many really don’t want to know and numb themselves with distractions.

So many times, that is where the artists come to the fore…the writers, painters, musicians, poets, and yes, even the comedians. They can reach down past all the numbness to remind us that we still feel and we’re still human, even though at times we’d rather not be. But if there is any hope for the world, we have to keep in touch with our humanity.

In a difficult way, that’s what this poetry did for me yesterday when a friend sent it to me. Here’s Andrea Gibson’s “For Eli.”  

Mission Accompli; the Rock Opera

~or~

The US takes the Missionary position to the World

(Cross-posted from the Wild Wild Left, and to One Wing Left, and Station Charon)

Its been five years.

Tommy can you hear me?  Tommy? Tommy?

It was over, wasn’t it? Is that not what we read, heard, saw?

Can I help to cheer you?

The surge, its working isn’t it? Are you relieved?

Tommy can you hear me?

Can you feel me near you?

Were we this near them?

Seal our eyes, our ears, our mouths.

This cannot be us.

I mean, Bush and Cheney are listening to their generals on the ground, right?

Your mother left me here to mind you,

And I’m doing exactly what I bleedin’ well want to,

Fiddling about, fiddling about, fiddle about.

Bush even said, God is on our side. “God told me to strike at al Qaeda and I struck them, and then he instructed me to strike at Saddam [Hussein], which I did, and now I am determined to solve the problem in the Middle East. If you help me I will act, and if not, the elections will come and I will have to focus on them.”

God must be alright with this, really, isn’t he? Why do I feel something squirmy in my stomach when I read the numbers. I hate those pictures of the dead, even if they are terrorists.

Do you think it’s alright

Leaving Tommy by the mirror?

You would think he had sight,

Been staring half the night.

Do you think it’s alright?

…But if we pull out too early, cut and run that isn’t serving God or America right, we will look weak. Its like we are missionaries trying to bring Christianity and Freedom to those godless heathens. Missionaries, I like that thought. Its a Great Position for America to take.

Still, there is an election coming, and I think this Obama guy might be good for us. He might just get us out with honor.

There’s a doctor I’ve found can cure the boy!

A doctor I’ve found can cure the boy!

A lot of my neighbors are getting restless about this War. I keep reading about Public sentiment against the War on the rise.

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

I don’t know what to believe. I am an American.

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

See me, feel me, touch me, heal me.

That Reverend Wright is saying a lot of uncomfortable things, he’s kind of scary but you know, I just can’t imagine why anyone would think that people were retaliating against us on 9/11.

Look at him, now in the mirror dreaming.

What is happening in his head?

What is happening in his head?

Oooooh, I wish I knew, I wish I knew

I don’t know who to listen to.

Americans are the good guys.

Now they are talking war with Iran, too.

That can’t be good, I’m so confused.

That you fear me can you feel my temper

Rise, rise,rise!

Do you hear or fear or

Do I smash the mirror?

Do you hear or fear or

Do I smash the mirror?

We are already almost bankrupt, how can we afford another War? I’m starting to feel the heat. Jobs are going, gas is expensive and I just don’t get it. This is cutting into my pocketbook!

While Tommy flies, the world is turning.

Life goes on for you and me.

Our chief concern is money earning,

Why can’t someone set us free?

I’m willing to follow about anyone who can get us out of this now.

I leave a trail of rooted people

Mesmerised by just the sight,

The few I touched now are disciples

Love as One I Am the Light…

I Am the Light!

You know, I just don’t think any Politician can fix this anymore.

Maybe we just need to start doing it ourselves.

Come to this house

Be one of us.

Make this your house

Be one of us.

You can help

To collect some more in

Young and old people

Lets get them all in!

Come to this house!

Into this house.

But how the fuck do I do it alone?

How many people are out there to help me?

I’m free — I’m free,

And freedom tastes of reality!

I’m free — I’m free,

And I’m waiting for you to follow me.

This war is a farce.

Record profits for the Oil Companies is an atrocity.

I am sick to death of War, kleptocracy and these bullshit elections.

Nothing changes. Its as though there is nothing for the People anymore, but the rich are doing fine.

I want to kick some ass.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it,

Never did and never will,

We don’t have to take it.

Gonna break it!

Gonna shake it!

Let’s forget it better still!

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it.

We’re not gonna take it,

Never did and never will,

Don’t want no religion,

As far as we can tell!

We ain’t gonna take you,

Never did and never will!

We ain’t gonna take you,

We forsake you,

Gonna rape you,

Let’s forget you better still!

I guess its time to get out, talk to everyone who may listen, to write, yell, scream and sing about it.

I can make the difference.

I can be a new kind of Missionary. One of Glory and Peace for EVERYONE.

People will listen.

People will listen to us.



Listening to you I get the music.

Gazing at you I get the heat.

Following you I climb the mountain.

I get excitement at your feet!

Right behind you I see the millions.

On you I see the glory.

From you I get opinions.

From you I get the story.

Listening to you I get the music.

Gazing at you I get the heat.

Following you I climb the mountain.

I get excitement at your feet!

Right behind you I see the millions.

On you I see the glory.

From you I get opinions.

From you I get the story.

Listening to you!

Tommy can you hear me?

Pony Party, Phone it in Friday

This is one of the most amazing pieces of video i’ve seen in a while.  If you dont like modern dance you may not enjoy the routine…but the dancers themselves are beyond belief….a dance team where the female lost an arm, the male lost a leg…

Polina Seminova….amazing ballet…less-than-desirable cinematography…still an enjoyable video..

it just wouldnt be me if i kept it too serious….the dancing starts at about 1:45…

“she asked for one more dance, and i’m like ‘yeah’…how am i supposed to leave?”

usher always makes me smile…

….”and cut”….

Have a great weekend!!!   ~73v

Docudharma Times Friday May 2



Though his mind is not for rent,

Don’t put him down as arrogant.

His reserve, a quiet defense,

Riding out the days events.

The river

Friday’s Headlines: As Gas Costs Soar, Buyers Are Flocking to Small Cars: Fed to Pursue Aggressive Checks on Credit Cards:  Call to Arabs on Palestinian aid: Turkey launches intensive air strikes in north Iraq: Mugabe invents coup plot as poll chaos continues: Diamond miners strike gold with wreck: The Litvinenko files: Was he really murdered?: Income tax secrets go up online – and promptly come down amid fury: Tibetans shot officer ‘to avenge killing of monk’: Ecuador leader shakes up military

Police remove Hong Kong torch protesters ‘for own protection’

Police removed human rights protesters from the streets of Hong Kong this morning as the anger of pro-China supporters flared on the first day of the Olympic torch’s domestic journey.

Several activists were bundled into a van and driven away after furious pro-Olympic demonstrators waving Chinese flags tried to break through the police line protecting them, haranguing them and attempting to seize their placards and Tibetan flag – which is banned in China.

Around 50,000 spectators gathered to celebrate the approach of the games and set the flame on the road to Beijing. Most were in upbeat mood despite the rain.

“It is a great and solemn honour for Hong Kong, Asia’s world city, to welcome back the Olympic flame on behalf of our proud nation,” the region’s chief executive, Donald Tsang, said at the relay’s start.

Teacher fired for refusing to sign loyalty oath

Cal State system ousts another instructor who objects on religious grounds to a pledge adopted by California in 1952 to root out communists.

When Wendy Gonaver was offered a job teaching American studies at Cal State Fullerton this academic year, she was pleased to be headed back to the classroom to talk about one of her favorite themes: protecting constitutional freedoms.

But the day before class was scheduled to begin, her appointment as a lecturer abruptly ended over just the kind of issue that might have figured in her course. She lost the job because she did not sign a loyalty oath swearing to “defend” the U.S. and California constitutions “against all enemies, foreign and domestic.”

USA

As Gas Costs Soar, Buyers Are Flocking to Small Cars

DETROIT – Soaring gas prices have turned the steady migration by Americans to smaller cars into a stampede.

In what industry analysts are calling a first, about one in five vehicles sold in the United States was a compact or subcompact car during April, based on monthly sales data released Thursday. Almost a decade ago, when sport utility vehicles were at their peak of popularity, only one in every eight vehicles sold was a small car.

The switch to smaller, more fuel-efficient vehicles has been building in recent years, but has accelerated recently with the advent of $3.50-a-gallon gas. At the same time, sales of pickup trucks and large sport utility vehicles have dropped sharply.

Fed to Pursue Aggressive Checks on Credit Cards

The Federal Reserve and two other banking regulators are set to unveil today one of the most aggressive efforts in decades to crack down on the credit card industry, prohibiting practices such as arbitrarily raising interest rates on outstanding balances.

The proposed regulations, which could be finalized by year’s end, would label as “unfair or deceptive” practices that consumers have long complained about. That includes charging interest on debt that has been repaid and assessing late fees when consumers are not given a reasonable amount of time to make a payment. When different interest rates apply to different balances on one card, companies would be prohibited from applying a payment first to the balance with the lowest rate.

Middle East

Call to Arabs on Palestinian aid

The Quartet of major powers mediating in the Middle East peace process has called on Arab states to honour aid pledges to the Palestinians.

The call was made after talks in London between the UN, US, UN, EU and Russia.

US officials say only about a fifth of money promised by Arab nations in December has been paid.

The Gaza Strip faces a strict Israeli blockade, imposed against Hamas militants, as well as in response to rocket attacks fired into Israel.

US officials say that of $717m promised by Arab League members, only $153m of Arab pledges have been delivered, all from three countries: Saudi Arabia, the UAE and Algeria.

Turkey launches intensive air strikes in north Iraq

ARBIL, Iraq (Reuters) – Turkish warplanes launched intensive bombing raids on Kurdish rebel targets in northern Iraq overnight but there were no reports of any casualties, a rebel spokesman said on Friday.

The air strikes began at 11.30 p.m. and lasted for three hours, targeting bases belonging to the separatist Kurdistan Workers Party (PKK) and the Party of Free Life of Kurdistan (PJAK), an off-shoot of the PKK fighting against Iran.

“There has been heavy bombing and many Turkish planes were involved. So far, we have no word of any casualties,” PKK spokesman Ahmed Danees told Reuters by telephone.

Africa

Mugabe invents coup plot as poll chaos continues

· Forged documents outline ‘British invasion plans’

· UK dismisses fakes as ruse to delay election results


It is Gordon Brown’s name on the letter with the familiar Downing Street address at the top. If it weren’t for the pesky business of the signature, it would place the prime minister at the heart of a conspiracy to drag the old Rhodesia from its grave in league with German bankers and South African white supremacists.

You could have read all about it across the front pages of Zimbabwe’s state-run press over recent weeks, backed by what are purported to be documents outlining opposition schemes to steal the unresolved presidential election, British plans to invade and put President Robert Mugabe on trial at The Hague, and the alleged letter from Brown saying that the ruling Zanu-PF party is “no longer relevant to the people of Zimbabwe”.

Diamond miners strike gold with wreck

· Discovery of ship off Africa excites archaeologists

· Experts debate whether captain was pirate


The ship was laden with tonnes of copper ingots, elephant tusks, gold coins – and cannons to fend off pirates lurking off Africa some five centuries ago. It had nothing to protect it from the fierce weather off a particularly bleak stretch of inhospitable coast, however, and sank.

“If you’re mining on the coast, sooner or later you’ll find a wreck,” Dieter Noli, an archaeologist who is researching the ship’s origins, said yesterday as he told how De Beers geologists stumbled on the wreck on April 1 as they prospected for diamonds off Namibia’s south-west coast.

The find “was what I’d been waiting for for 20 years”, Noli said. “I was pretty excited. I still am.”

Namdeb Diamond Corporation, a joint venture of the government of Namibia and De Beers, reported the find for the first time in a statement on Wednesday, and are planning a news conference in the Namibian capital on the discovery next week.

Europe

The Litvinenko files: Was he really murdered?

His gruesome and very public death shocked the world – and threw London and Moscow into their worst diplomatic crisis since the Cold War. But 18 months on, Mary Dejevsky argues we’re still not being told the whole, chilling story

Alexander Litvinenko died on 23 November 2006, after a mysterious and painful illness. The cause was identified, less than two hours before his death, by scientists at the British government’s Atomic Weapons Establishment at Aldermaston. They found that he had been poisoned, with the radioactive isotope polonium-210.

The diagnosis came too late for an antidote to be administered. But the victim, who had been a hale and hearty 44-year-old only four weeks before, had time to authorise a thunderous deathbed statement in which he accused Russia’s President, Vladimir Putin, of ordering his murder.

Income tax secrets go up online – and promptly come down amid fury

Rich and poor, young and old – for a few hours this week there were no secrets among Italians when millions of tax returns were published online, and promptly taken down again after howls of protest.

The country’s privacy watchdog ordered the national tax office, the Agenzia delle Entrate, to suspend publication on its website of personal information filed by all Italian taxpayers, arguing that the unprecedented move was a violation of privacy.

The information gave full details of tax returns, including not only income declared and tax paid for 2005 but also names, addresses and birthdates. The data were arranged alphabetically and according to the municipality in which the tax declarations were filed.

Asia

Tibetans shot officer ‘to avenge killing of monk’

A policeman shot dead in a rare gun battle in a Chinese village this week was killed by outraged Tibetans after he opened fire on a young monk, local sources said.

The story emerging from the remote village of Shanghongke in the northwestern Qinghai province contradicts the official report issued by state media, which claimed that the police officer, Lama Cedain, had died in a hail of bullets as he tried to arrest an insurgent leader.

The officer arrived at the village on Monday morning to arrest a 21-year-old monk, identified by Tibetan sources as Quduo, and shot him. It was not clear if the monk had been resisting arrest.

The monk was wanted by the authorities after he took part in a demonstration in the nearby town of Dari on March 21.

At South Korean museum, ‘paper bombs’ of the Cold War

JEONGSEON, South Korea: In early April, when North Korea called President Lee Myung Bak of South Korea an “impostor,” a “traitor” and an “American running dog,” the barrage sounded all too familiar to Jin Yong Seon. Jin has a museum filled with such verbiage.

In his Remembrance Museum in this former mining town 140 kilometers, or about 90 miles, east of Seoul, Jin is exhibiting 700 samples of what he calls “paper bombs” – the leaflets North and South Korea fired at each other in the years spanning the 1950-53 Korean War and up to 2000, when reconciliation efforts prompted a cease-fire in the propaganda contest.

Latin America

Ecuador leader shakes up military

President Rafael Correa breaks with tradition in overhauling the armed forces’ command in the wake of a Colombian incursion.

QUITO, ECUADOR — Intelligence failures, security lapses and the lack of civilian oversight brought to light by a recent Colombian military incursion into his country have prompted Ecuadorean President Rafael Correa to overhaul the command of his armed forces.

Correa’s shake-up comes in a nation where the military enjoys a high measure of autonomy, wields considerable economic and political power and has played a hand in the overthrow of three presidents since 1997.

“Past presidents couldn’t have attempted this, but Correa has space to maneuver,” said Bertha Garcia, a professor at the Pontifical Catholic University in Quito, the capital, highlighting Correa’s favorable standing in opinion polls and the country’s oil windfall. “His advantages include enormous popular support, $120-per- barrel oil and the public’s fatigue with the old system.”

Muse in the Morning


Tears

Toxic Raindrops

Spitter, spatter – dribble, drip

eroding the soul

The sizzle of acidic water

dissolving resolution

Hard hail pellets

hammering the identity

Cold shards of sleet

penetrating the heart

Invisible tears

damaging the interior

where the scars

are mostly not visible

except in the

resulting behavior

which can be

so terribly bizarre

Confidence

roughly scoured

forcibly removed

from internal corridors

while outside

there was a smile

and a helping hand

for those less fortunate

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–February 21, 2008

Please join us inside to celebrate our various muses…

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Muse in the Morning

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.

I know you have talent.  What sometimes is forgotten is that being practical is a talent.  I have a paucity for that sort of talent in many situations, though it turns out that I’m a pretty darn good cook.  🙂  

Let your talent bloom.  You can share it here.  Encourage others to let it bloom inside them as well.

Won’t you share your words or art, your sounds or visions, your thoughts scientific or philosophic, the comedy or tragedy of your days, the stories of doing and making?  And be excellent to one another!

Subway

I love the subway. Even when it’s crowded. I love the solitude in the crowd. I like the act of faith of hundreds of bodies pressing into a machine so far underground. I like that it has mostly served us well for over a hundred years. I love it when it’s empty. I even probably love it when I’m cursing it, when it’s letting me down. It’s like family. Or it feels like home. Familiar.

I remember riding the subway as a child. My mother holding my hand on the platform. The train literally covered in fantastic, colorful graffiti. I remember one rush hour when I was a young girl, mom clutching me as we squeezed in (or out)–and my shoe, one shoe, was left behind–on the platform, or in the car. I don’t remember what happened after that. I loved falling asleep on mom’s shoulder when we were riding the subway on the way home. Yes, I loved the subway as a child, but I was also taught that it was dangerous, and sometimes, late at night, I have felt that fear.

I love watching people on the subway. I like the sociality. But I like the solitude you can also find in that intimate, public space. I like reading and writing and knitting on the subway. I like doing mindfulness meditation on the subway. My mind often blooms on the subway. Poems or ideas or things to be written bubble up. I take them down. Revisit them later. Leave some as is, subway artifacts, and take others up, tinker, expand.

What is it about the subway that stirs creativity? The noise-cancelling, rhythmic whoosh and rocking–is it like being in the womb? Being underground, in the subway, does it tap the unconscious in a distinctive way?

It’s not just that creativity breeds there. Violence too. I have seen the spontaneous eruption of hatred, racism, burst into physical violence. I have seen teenagers fighting. Children being spanked and hit. Women too. I have sometimes tried to intervene with one sentence, as if to bring someone to their senses. I have then wondered if this didn’t make things worse later.

I’ve seen and been involved in acts of kindness on the subway, too. And moments of shared humor. Or just shared moments. A smile. A conversation. A performance. It’s all there. In the subway. What racist pitcher John Rocker hated about the subway–the mixture and mass of humanity in all of its difference, and glory, and failing, and rage, and vulnerability–I love.

What kind of song of himself, of our world, would Whitman have penned on the subway?

Do you have a subway story? Or an unexpected place that tickles your creative bone? I’ll close out this ditty and turn it over to you with a poem that sprouted up on the subway.

COMMUTERS

By what right do I

conjure you,

stir you from sleep,

snag your attention,

turn you around?

Would an invitation

blunt the blow

reduce the weight

the freight

of solitude?

Oh, unintended companions,

by rude strokes,

I pray to you on this downtown C.

Tired man, pants rumpled,

I worry for your shoe untied.

I thank you, woman and child,

holding hands, blinking,

silent in the crushing rush

of our wondrous speed.

I see you, young man, opposite corner,

steady in the shelter of a book.

And you and you and you –

all signposts of everything else there is.

Like this, I come to my stop.

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