Listen up, peeps!
I got extra lazy this past year in not getting some of my holiday stuff taken care of, so I thought it might be a good idea to be even more lazy and send out a general holiday greeting to everyone. This means that no matter what branch of the tree of life that you want to be on, I wish you a happy, healthy, safe, and memorable holiday, with good food, good friends and good conversations!
I hope that the coming year will be an excellent one, but one easily forgotten--the sad thing is, the less we remember a year, the chances are it was one in which disasters never happened! Let's achieve our overall goals, and hope that the vicious and wicked sleep on beds of thorns and needles, and the impoverished sleep on beds of flowers.
Let us look with kindness to those worse off than ourselves, and do one good thing every day, just to keep in practice! If we can't say something nice about someone, we should either keep silent, or make sure we have proof before we say anything! (heh, heh)
Treat animals and children with care and love, never forget that we aren't alone in the multi-verse, and that home cooked food is better than TV dinners!
That's my speech for the holidays, and now I shall simply go and be on my merry way until....whatever time comes that I have something further to say.
May all your dreams come true.
Mary
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
My mom
is 82, and counting now, and something slightly disturbing happened last night.
Mom is nearly blind, is unable to care for herself, doesn't watch TV. Essentially, she is isolated in a small, growing smaller, world.
She used to be on top of debates and news, and used to read newspapers and was well aware of the world at large, at once capable of arguing local news stories and larger stories with most anyone. She has always been a bit of a woman's libber, and an inspiration to me as I was growing up. It's always been a part of me to be a strong Boston liberal because of her.
Last night, I found out that she didn't know who the president was.
How do you explain to someone all the events of the last 2+ years in a few minutes over the phone? You can't.
I told her about Obama as much as I could. I mentioned Joe Biden as VP, and I tried to explain about John McCain, and him she knew about. I mentioned Sarah Palin in as brief a fashion as I could. But two, three years? I will just have to wing it.
Does anyone else have to deal with someone so isolated? It's a difficult world out there, and we need to find ways to cope with the daily dealings, trying to keep from falling into the abyss. And knowing that some people are ignorant, not because they want to be, but because that's just how it is for them, is just a fact that we can't change.
It doesn't mean a whole lot in the real world. These people are not among the likely population that vote, debate or participate in the democratic sphere. They have limitations that makes life in general more difficult. They are among the voters who are often touted as the "non-voters" on election day--the ones who are assumed to not give a crap and just won't "show up" for voting. No one takes into account that they can't show up--they aren't capable of showing up.
We would all like to see everyone vote and take part in the process. But if we realize that some people just can't, we won't rely on their vote--if they do, it's a bonus.
Just think of all the people who are in situations where they can no longer perform their civic duty. We can't force them to vote. And even if we "help" them vote, what good is a vote when there is no thinking involved in it? We've seen people vote for something on a strictly visceral level--we are reminded of all the voters who went for Bush in 2000 because he was "just like" them--the one that they felt they could "share a drink" with them and be a "regular" guy. Telling people how they should vote is not a good way to earn a democratic win--it's a cheat. And yeah, it happens. And we've seen how it works in action, and it's unfair--completely unfair. But I'd rather see a loss honestly than a win undeserved.
My mom should now know who Barack Obama is. While she forgets things easily, I mentioned his name often enough to perhaps stick with her. When I vote, I keep her in mind when I decide who I want to represent the both of us. Even if she isn't voting, I am, and while my vote isn't two votes, I do try to make it count for more than myself.
Mom is nearly blind, is unable to care for herself, doesn't watch TV. Essentially, she is isolated in a small, growing smaller, world.
She used to be on top of debates and news, and used to read newspapers and was well aware of the world at large, at once capable of arguing local news stories and larger stories with most anyone. She has always been a bit of a woman's libber, and an inspiration to me as I was growing up. It's always been a part of me to be a strong Boston liberal because of her.
Last night, I found out that she didn't know who the president was.
How do you explain to someone all the events of the last 2+ years in a few minutes over the phone? You can't.
I told her about Obama as much as I could. I mentioned Joe Biden as VP, and I tried to explain about John McCain, and him she knew about. I mentioned Sarah Palin in as brief a fashion as I could. But two, three years? I will just have to wing it.
Does anyone else have to deal with someone so isolated? It's a difficult world out there, and we need to find ways to cope with the daily dealings, trying to keep from falling into the abyss. And knowing that some people are ignorant, not because they want to be, but because that's just how it is for them, is just a fact that we can't change.
It doesn't mean a whole lot in the real world. These people are not among the likely population that vote, debate or participate in the democratic sphere. They have limitations that makes life in general more difficult. They are among the voters who are often touted as the "non-voters" on election day--the ones who are assumed to not give a crap and just won't "show up" for voting. No one takes into account that they can't show up--they aren't capable of showing up.
We would all like to see everyone vote and take part in the process. But if we realize that some people just can't, we won't rely on their vote--if they do, it's a bonus.
Just think of all the people who are in situations where they can no longer perform their civic duty. We can't force them to vote. And even if we "help" them vote, what good is a vote when there is no thinking involved in it? We've seen people vote for something on a strictly visceral level--we are reminded of all the voters who went for Bush in 2000 because he was "just like" them--the one that they felt they could "share a drink" with them and be a "regular" guy. Telling people how they should vote is not a good way to earn a democratic win--it's a cheat. And yeah, it happens. And we've seen how it works in action, and it's unfair--completely unfair. But I'd rather see a loss honestly than a win undeserved.
My mom should now know who Barack Obama is. While she forgets things easily, I mentioned his name often enough to perhaps stick with her. When I vote, I keep her in mind when I decide who I want to represent the both of us. Even if she isn't voting, I am, and while my vote isn't two votes, I do try to make it count for more than myself.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Alcoholism
A question: why are so many alcoholics so goddamned selfish? It's always about "me, me, me," and no one else. They act like martyrs when they're the ones who are acting like assholes, and if you don't immediately give in to their demands, too fucking bad...for you.
And even when you discount all of that emotional baggage, they track on a different one--the one where they act out like children because they never learned how to grow up and take on responsibility. Their level of maturity is about equal to the proof of their favorite libation.
I have reached the end of my tolerance level when it comes to these crybabies. And I wish I knew how to change things to make everything better, but that's just my inner child trying to smack me upside the head and know that, for the most part, the only solution is to get rid of them from your life. Wish I could.
And even when you discount all of that emotional baggage, they track on a different one--the one where they act out like children because they never learned how to grow up and take on responsibility. Their level of maturity is about equal to the proof of their favorite libation.
I have reached the end of my tolerance level when it comes to these crybabies. And I wish I knew how to change things to make everything better, but that's just my inner child trying to smack me upside the head and know that, for the most part, the only solution is to get rid of them from your life. Wish I could.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
A 12 hour period spent in hell (Or, Why I Feel Like Crap After a Sleep Study)
Ugh. I'm lucky I'm here today, as Tuesday night, I spent about 12 hours in hell, part of a "sleep study." It's definitely not something I'd be happy about doing again. According to the tech, I "met the criteria" for using a CPAP machine, but I don't think the test is an objective tool at all--not with all the crappy wires, leads, straps or anything else they put on you, or even as they try to make the atmosphere more acceptable, it's not very inviting. I ended up sleeping on my back which was quite uncomfortable, and that alone is a result of the extra 20 lbs they pile on you with equipment. Tell me how you're supposed to turn on your side with all that stuff?
As it's already 4 am, and as I am still awake and working online (though I am finally getting a bit more drowsy), it's difficult for me to think that falling asleep around 11:30 at night is natural to me. I night have an episode or two of early sleep, but 95% of the time, I don't sleep that early at all. It's only when people challenge the status quo that we have a more rounded world--when I worked many moons ago as a nurse's aide, I worked graveyard shift, and staying up all night was my usual routine. Some people are just born with the propensity to tolerate different sleep patterns.
In the mean time, I will continue to protest the tests and the unfunny and claustrophobic face mask until I get some greater idea of why I should tolerate it all longer.
As it's already 4 am, and as I am still awake and working online (though I am finally getting a bit more drowsy), it's difficult for me to think that falling asleep around 11:30 at night is natural to me. I night have an episode or two of early sleep, but 95% of the time, I don't sleep that early at all. It's only when people challenge the status quo that we have a more rounded world--when I worked many moons ago as a nurse's aide, I worked graveyard shift, and staying up all night was my usual routine. Some people are just born with the propensity to tolerate different sleep patterns.
In the mean time, I will continue to protest the tests and the unfunny and claustrophobic face mask until I get some greater idea of why I should tolerate it all longer.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Remember Pearl Harbor
December 7, 1941: Even now, as the hours pass here on the East coast, we find our thoughts turning to a group of islands in the Pacific, even before the Hawaiian Islands became our 50th state. We all know what happened on that day, when at the crack of dawn, Japanese fighter pilots invaded the peace and quiet of paradise, and entered us into the Pacific Theatre of World War II.
Things have changed since then, of course, but there is a true sense of loss from that day, and of all events that take our loved ones away from us forever. Peace is a better way to learn, a better way to look back at the past, and a greater hope that things can indeed be won without bloodshed.
Remember the pain, remember the fear, and remember the sacrifices, and think about how, sometimes, it still feels as though we are in a neverending state of war. Too many people are still oppressed, and live in a state of fear, but it wasn't until 7 years ago that one man committed treason and launched a war where the US was the aggressor. Until that moment, we had kept to the high road, fighting back when we were attacked--now, it is painfully clear that the US is no longer a nation defending itself from other aggressors, but one which has defied global law and gone after another country.
We need to remember who we are as a nation, and decide what we stand for. We have spent the decade of 2001 to 2009 making rich men even richer, and poor men even more destitute. We have spent these years capitulating to the far right, even now, a frustration trend that thrusts us into the belly of the great beast. We are no longer a democracy, when instead it is the oligarchs who claim rule over the people.
We must come together, somehow, and make this a great country again, but how we will manage that, I'm not sure. But until it happens, we will never again be one of the greatest nations on Planet Earth.
Bring us back to glory: defeat the far right in everything they do.
Things have changed since then, of course, but there is a true sense of loss from that day, and of all events that take our loved ones away from us forever. Peace is a better way to learn, a better way to look back at the past, and a greater hope that things can indeed be won without bloodshed.
Remember the pain, remember the fear, and remember the sacrifices, and think about how, sometimes, it still feels as though we are in a neverending state of war. Too many people are still oppressed, and live in a state of fear, but it wasn't until 7 years ago that one man committed treason and launched a war where the US was the aggressor. Until that moment, we had kept to the high road, fighting back when we were attacked--now, it is painfully clear that the US is no longer a nation defending itself from other aggressors, but one which has defied global law and gone after another country.
We need to remember who we are as a nation, and decide what we stand for. We have spent the decade of 2001 to 2009 making rich men even richer, and poor men even more destitute. We have spent these years capitulating to the far right, even now, a frustration trend that thrusts us into the belly of the great beast. We are no longer a democracy, when instead it is the oligarchs who claim rule over the people.
We must come together, somehow, and make this a great country again, but how we will manage that, I'm not sure. But until it happens, we will never again be one of the greatest nations on Planet Earth.
Bring us back to glory: defeat the far right in everything they do.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Grasp Each Day as it Comes....
Tomorrow is the first of December. Wow. Another whole year will soon be gone, and I seem to look at things in terms of years now, without the thought of simple months or days, which is scary enough as it is. People can't always accept each day as it comes, too focused on outcomes and plans for another time, often too far in the future to think about substantially.
We need to get off the roller coaster and spend a little more time with the present, and plan for the future in real ways, not allow our senses to skip over whole days or weeks to get somewhere else. So let's not rush into the holiday season, please! It's only going to be the beginning of the month, and while some people and things are going to be rushing around, don't allow time to simply vanish without an investment on your part.
We are living one big moment to another, and we're going to be disappointed when our ends come. The little moments count just as much as the big ones, and when we're at the moment of our deaths, we will regret more than we relished.
At that time, we're going to believe in the cliches about cherishing each moment as it comes, but like everyone else, it's going to be too late.
Carpe diem! And remember--the little things matter as much as the big ones.
We need to get off the roller coaster and spend a little more time with the present, and plan for the future in real ways, not allow our senses to skip over whole days or weeks to get somewhere else. So let's not rush into the holiday season, please! It's only going to be the beginning of the month, and while some people and things are going to be rushing around, don't allow time to simply vanish without an investment on your part.
We are living one big moment to another, and we're going to be disappointed when our ends come. The little moments count just as much as the big ones, and when we're at the moment of our deaths, we will regret more than we relished.
At that time, we're going to believe in the cliches about cherishing each moment as it comes, but like everyone else, it's going to be too late.
Carpe diem! And remember--the little things matter as much as the big ones.
Monday, November 29, 2010
I Fall Down and Go Boom!
When I go to doctor appointments, I get rides with the local transit company, which will often pick me up in a transit van.
The van is the kind which will often transport wheelchairs or electric scooters, as well as an area for people who can sit in regular chairs. I'm one of the latter people.
So I get on board the van, and sit in the front row. Right behind the van driver is one of those areas where wheelchairs are secured, and the seats are opposite that area. I tried to buckle my seat belt, but it wouldn't latch, so I had to re-insert it into the "well" area, and bring it back out all the way to have it latch. In the meanwhile, the driver started the bus, and asked me if I was all set, and I said yes, expecting the belt to be hitched by then.
Well, it happened really fast--the driver started down the hill a little, and was taking a sharp turn, and the seat belt wouldn't close, so I left the chair, falling off, and somehow or another, banged my head and knee. The driver was mortified, and kept asking me if I was okay, and since I didn't want to make her worry, I said I was fine. At that moment I was fine, I think, but I was getting the teeniest bit of a headache.
My ride was to see a new doctor, and I felt fine enough to go to my appointment. The new doctor was a neurologist, and we were taking about my really rotten sleep patterns. At one point, I was rubbing my neck a little and he asked if I was okay, and I told him I had fallen on the van, and he said "So that's why you have blood on your head."
Jeez! He examined it to look at it, and said I had a laceration of about 3cm, which I later found out is essentially an inch. He said when I was finished there, someone would take me down to the ER for treatment. Well, I ended up having to cancel my ride home, and then spent about 4 hours in the ER, most of the time just sitting. I didn't even have my cell phone with me, or a book. I figured if I fell asleep they would think I was reacting to a concussion, so I tried really hard not to let that happen!
When the docs looked, they agreed with the neurologist, and said I had a laceration, and they would put staples in it. So, when I left the hospital, after my friend Steve picked me up, I felt like Frankenstein with 4 staples in my scalp. Follow-up is within a week to 10 days, to have the staples removed.
And to make it even worse, I didn't have my cane with me! It wouldn't really have mattered, I guess, as I was sitting down, but there is always the thought that it might have helped.
My knee remained normal, with no evidence of trauma. Now, at least I know that while my skull is pretty thick, my skin is a lot thinner!
The van is the kind which will often transport wheelchairs or electric scooters, as well as an area for people who can sit in regular chairs. I'm one of the latter people.
So I get on board the van, and sit in the front row. Right behind the van driver is one of those areas where wheelchairs are secured, and the seats are opposite that area. I tried to buckle my seat belt, but it wouldn't latch, so I had to re-insert it into the "well" area, and bring it back out all the way to have it latch. In the meanwhile, the driver started the bus, and asked me if I was all set, and I said yes, expecting the belt to be hitched by then.
Well, it happened really fast--the driver started down the hill a little, and was taking a sharp turn, and the seat belt wouldn't close, so I left the chair, falling off, and somehow or another, banged my head and knee. The driver was mortified, and kept asking me if I was okay, and since I didn't want to make her worry, I said I was fine. At that moment I was fine, I think, but I was getting the teeniest bit of a headache.
My ride was to see a new doctor, and I felt fine enough to go to my appointment. The new doctor was a neurologist, and we were taking about my really rotten sleep patterns. At one point, I was rubbing my neck a little and he asked if I was okay, and I told him I had fallen on the van, and he said "So that's why you have blood on your head."
Jeez! He examined it to look at it, and said I had a laceration of about 3cm, which I later found out is essentially an inch. He said when I was finished there, someone would take me down to the ER for treatment. Well, I ended up having to cancel my ride home, and then spent about 4 hours in the ER, most of the time just sitting. I didn't even have my cell phone with me, or a book. I figured if I fell asleep they would think I was reacting to a concussion, so I tried really hard not to let that happen!
When the docs looked, they agreed with the neurologist, and said I had a laceration, and they would put staples in it. So, when I left the hospital, after my friend Steve picked me up, I felt like Frankenstein with 4 staples in my scalp. Follow-up is within a week to 10 days, to have the staples removed.
And to make it even worse, I didn't have my cane with me! It wouldn't really have mattered, I guess, as I was sitting down, but there is always the thought that it might have helped.
My knee remained normal, with no evidence of trauma. Now, at least I know that while my skull is pretty thick, my skin is a lot thinner!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Simple Song of Freedom
Was watching and listening to TV this evening, and for the first time in a long time, I was watching PBS. They had an older show on, John Sebastien's Folk Songs (I know that's not the exact title, but I can't remember it).
Among the songs they played was Bobby Darin's "A Simple Song of Freedom." I might have heard the song before, but never when it was relevant to something. Now it is.
SIMPLE SONG OF FREEDOM
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I do want to be someone known to you as me
and I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are enlisted
Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves
and leave us be those who want to sing
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
You can see Bobby Darin sing it, and to see its effect on people most recently. It's similar to Eve of Destruction, I think, but while Barry McGwire tried to pound his message into people, Bobby Darin just wants to get the message into your soul, and let it do its magic from the inside. I hope there are people who can be convinced with this song and its message who haven't already been convinced.
Peace. Give it a chance. It will be transforming, I think, in the end.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1LjW75ZIc0
Among the songs they played was Bobby Darin's "A Simple Song of Freedom." I might have heard the song before, but never when it was relevant to something. Now it is.
SIMPLE SONG OF FREEDOM
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Hey there, Mister Black Man can you hear me?
I don't want your diamonds or your game
I do want to be someone known to you as me
and I will bet my life you want the same
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Seven hundred million are enlisted
Most of what you read, most of what you read, is made of lies
But speaking one to one, ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise?
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never sung, never sung, before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
No doubt some folks enjoy doin' battle
Like presidents, prime ministers and kings
So let's all build them shelves so they can fight among themselves
and leave us be those who want to sing
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Let it fill the air
Tell the people everywhere
We, the people here, don't want a war
Come and sing a simple song of freedom
Sing it like you've never, ever, sung before
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
Speaking one to one
Ain't it everybody's sun
To wake to in the morning when we rise
You can see Bobby Darin sing it, and to see its effect on people most recently. It's similar to Eve of Destruction, I think, but while Barry McGwire tried to pound his message into people, Bobby Darin just wants to get the message into your soul, and let it do its magic from the inside. I hope there are people who can be convinced with this song and its message who haven't already been convinced.
Peace. Give it a chance. It will be transforming, I think, in the end.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1LjW75ZIc0
Friday, November 26, 2010
Holiday Shopping
If I had had money, I would likely be among those folks out in the world spending dollars today, Black Friday. Unfortunately, I do not, and so I merely continue to dream about what I would buy if I did.
Of course, the main thing about today is buying gifts for Christmas. I think, though, that there are only so many things one can purchase for a person. I guess that's why we create wish lists. While I might not like a Guide to Freshwater Fishing, I might very much like a copy of Trout Fishing in America. While I might not want a socket set, I might like a automobile! But of course, Santa isn't as willing to buy such big durable goods for someone, unless they have bigger bucks than most of us.
I like holiday shopping when I have money to buy things for myself and the household. I can head out to one of my favorite stores and look for less conventional items. New bedding for the bed, a new toaster, a new mixer, some catnip for the little guys, fuzzy socks, a new 1TB external hard drive, a 100 spindle of DVD blanks--the list goes on and on! When I know exactly what I want, it makes sense for me to get what I want when it reaches a decent (aka afforable) price!
But that's not to say that shopping at the holiday season is any fun. Crowds, long walks, cold weather, pushing, shoving, long lines, bad manners.... I'm very grateful, instead, to shop online when I can--my mind and body thanks me when I do!
I don't have a lot of people to shop for, thank goodness. I feel very sorry for those people who have, not only spouses, but kids, many close friends, and other family members to buy things for. Even setting a spending limit on gifts can be tough, and many folks feel obligated to spend more than they want to.
I'll stick to Big Lots, Ocean State Job Lots, Christmas Tree Shoppes, the various dollar stores, eBay and just about any other place where I can budget a little better. I'm not cheap--I'm just poor--very, very poor. :)
It's cold now, and I have limited resources for the winter, another facet of life in the big city. But it's still warmer inside than it is outside, which certainly helps when I'm shopping!
I have to go and get my shopping list together--what exists of one, anyhow! Take care--and Happy Shopping to All!
Of course, the main thing about today is buying gifts for Christmas. I think, though, that there are only so many things one can purchase for a person. I guess that's why we create wish lists. While I might not like a Guide to Freshwater Fishing, I might very much like a copy of Trout Fishing in America. While I might not want a socket set, I might like a automobile! But of course, Santa isn't as willing to buy such big durable goods for someone, unless they have bigger bucks than most of us.
I like holiday shopping when I have money to buy things for myself and the household. I can head out to one of my favorite stores and look for less conventional items. New bedding for the bed, a new toaster, a new mixer, some catnip for the little guys, fuzzy socks, a new 1TB external hard drive, a 100 spindle of DVD blanks--the list goes on and on! When I know exactly what I want, it makes sense for me to get what I want when it reaches a decent (aka afforable) price!
But that's not to say that shopping at the holiday season is any fun. Crowds, long walks, cold weather, pushing, shoving, long lines, bad manners.... I'm very grateful, instead, to shop online when I can--my mind and body thanks me when I do!
I don't have a lot of people to shop for, thank goodness. I feel very sorry for those people who have, not only spouses, but kids, many close friends, and other family members to buy things for. Even setting a spending limit on gifts can be tough, and many folks feel obligated to spend more than they want to.
I'll stick to Big Lots, Ocean State Job Lots, Christmas Tree Shoppes, the various dollar stores, eBay and just about any other place where I can budget a little better. I'm not cheap--I'm just poor--very, very poor. :)
It's cold now, and I have limited resources for the winter, another facet of life in the big city. But it's still warmer inside than it is outside, which certainly helps when I'm shopping!
I have to go and get my shopping list together--what exists of one, anyhow! Take care--and Happy Shopping to All!
Friday, November 19, 2010
Harry Potter and the overdramatic Deathly Hallows
I confess. I read the book about a dozen times in the past few years. It's not like I don't do anything else--in fact, I watch TV, follow politics, post on a few web boards, and I read a lot. In a year, I probably get through about 25-30 books. So reading HP and the DH was just something I was enjoying. There are clues in various places in the books, and you just have to marvel at how Jo Rowling tied up all the ends so nicely in the last one.
The one thing, though, that I felt was off in 7 was how she portrayed Hagrid. In a few cases, it seemed like she was treating him like a buffoon, but that's a personal opinion, not something that critically could be considered wrong with the book.
But the last book kept elements close together. It brought in all the old characters, added a few new ones, but basically held together everything with bonds of steel. The relationships were both old and new, with a true feeling of family and friendships. And we all celebrated the good times in the book and lamented the bad times.
So when Mad-Eye Moody gets killed so early in the book, a feeling of loss goes with him. When Fleur is so happy to be marrying Bill, we're all happy for them both. When we see Kreacher turn from a foul house-elf to a fine house-servant, we're happy for him. When Tonks tells us she is pregnant, we celebrate!
But almost none of that is in the movie. We know instinctively that those things happened in the book, but if you haven't read them, you're going to go WTF? an awful lot.
Mad-Eye is killed in the chase, but there isn't a toast to this memory. When Fleur is so intense about the wedding, we see no real emotion, but for one brief moment. When the trio leaves Kreacher for their exploits at the ministry, we have no idea how much he has changed. And when Tonks and Lupin go off, there is nothing to suggest the very sad and aching love they have for each other, and about Remus's hesitation about his upcoming fatherhood.
There is no investment in these characters in the film. It's like "strip the souls from everyone but Ron, Harry and Hermione, make the others more melodramatic with no attachment to the real story, and voila! you have Deathly Hallows Part One."
I confess: I don't like David Yates' direction. There has been something off about it since OOTP, though I might be one of the few who think that. I think his often amateurish direction is quite obvious in this film. The film is often like a roller coaster, with giddy high points, either in the action or the tone, but there are also many very low points, and there is nothing in the middle. We don't LEARN anything from the characters--we follow them on their journey, yes, but we have to inject too much of the overall plot from the book to see what has been left out, and what is still present. There are times when a montage filming of the many places the trio (and in the middle, the duo) went could get that section speeded up without weighing it down (a friend with me found the middle WAY too slow), and at times, a more polished director could have found ways to make the scenes pack a lot more information into them. It certainly didn't look like the kids weren't eating a whole lot, or how much Hermione actually fit into her small pocketbook. The scene that could have managed that would have been the scene in the book where Hermione packs the full sized painting of Sirius Black's relative, Phineas Black, former headmaster of Hogwarts, into her bag. But it was not to be.
I think if there had been a consistent tone during the film, it would have helped bring a more cohesive tone to the film, interlocking all the elements into one. But there wasn't that kind of a feeling in it, and I am disappointed that it didn't happen.
I might be one of the very few fans who feels the film wasn't a very good one. Yes, it's only half of a whole, and the second half might be a totally different one, emotionally, and dramatically. But I just need to say to fans, go with the warning that there are a lot of faults with this installment, and accept it just as a nice visual film, with very, very little to do with the entire HP legacy. It probably won't help, and you will be filling in the blanks from the books, but it's certainly better than nothing.
On a 1-100 scale, I give it a 78.
The one thing, though, that I felt was off in 7 was how she portrayed Hagrid. In a few cases, it seemed like she was treating him like a buffoon, but that's a personal opinion, not something that critically could be considered wrong with the book.
But the last book kept elements close together. It brought in all the old characters, added a few new ones, but basically held together everything with bonds of steel. The relationships were both old and new, with a true feeling of family and friendships. And we all celebrated the good times in the book and lamented the bad times.
So when Mad-Eye Moody gets killed so early in the book, a feeling of loss goes with him. When Fleur is so happy to be marrying Bill, we're all happy for them both. When we see Kreacher turn from a foul house-elf to a fine house-servant, we're happy for him. When Tonks tells us she is pregnant, we celebrate!
But almost none of that is in the movie. We know instinctively that those things happened in the book, but if you haven't read them, you're going to go WTF? an awful lot.
Mad-Eye is killed in the chase, but there isn't a toast to this memory. When Fleur is so intense about the wedding, we see no real emotion, but for one brief moment. When the trio leaves Kreacher for their exploits at the ministry, we have no idea how much he has changed. And when Tonks and Lupin go off, there is nothing to suggest the very sad and aching love they have for each other, and about Remus's hesitation about his upcoming fatherhood.
There is no investment in these characters in the film. It's like "strip the souls from everyone but Ron, Harry and Hermione, make the others more melodramatic with no attachment to the real story, and voila! you have Deathly Hallows Part One."
I confess: I don't like David Yates' direction. There has been something off about it since OOTP, though I might be one of the few who think that. I think his often amateurish direction is quite obvious in this film. The film is often like a roller coaster, with giddy high points, either in the action or the tone, but there are also many very low points, and there is nothing in the middle. We don't LEARN anything from the characters--we follow them on their journey, yes, but we have to inject too much of the overall plot from the book to see what has been left out, and what is still present. There are times when a montage filming of the many places the trio (and in the middle, the duo) went could get that section speeded up without weighing it down (a friend with me found the middle WAY too slow), and at times, a more polished director could have found ways to make the scenes pack a lot more information into them. It certainly didn't look like the kids weren't eating a whole lot, or how much Hermione actually fit into her small pocketbook. The scene that could have managed that would have been the scene in the book where Hermione packs the full sized painting of Sirius Black's relative, Phineas Black, former headmaster of Hogwarts, into her bag. But it was not to be.
I think if there had been a consistent tone during the film, it would have helped bring a more cohesive tone to the film, interlocking all the elements into one. But there wasn't that kind of a feeling in it, and I am disappointed that it didn't happen.
I might be one of the very few fans who feels the film wasn't a very good one. Yes, it's only half of a whole, and the second half might be a totally different one, emotionally, and dramatically. But I just need to say to fans, go with the warning that there are a lot of faults with this installment, and accept it just as a nice visual film, with very, very little to do with the entire HP legacy. It probably won't help, and you will be filling in the blanks from the books, but it's certainly better than nothing.
On a 1-100 scale, I give it a 78.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Age
My Age
Fatigue cuts now where once it only burned
My eyes look downward, not to rising heights
Thoughts retreat instead of making plans
The past looms larger than an unending future.
I'm not old, I'm just weary
The days of light seem far, far away
The days of sunsets are closer and closer
The nights look sharper than the mornings ever did.
My ears hate the noises of life
My mind has known too much regret
My life seems meaningless in 10,000 ways
But my heart still longs for love everlasting.
Fatigue cuts now where once it only burned
My eyes look downward, not to rising heights
Thoughts retreat instead of making plans
The past looms larger than an unending future.
I'm not old, I'm just weary
The days of light seem far, far away
The days of sunsets are closer and closer
The nights look sharper than the mornings ever did.
My ears hate the noises of life
My mind has known too much regret
My life seems meaningless in 10,000 ways
But my heart still longs for love everlasting.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Quotes and thoughts on Atheism
"...finally men were saved only through God's son dying for them, and that unless human beings believed this silly, impossible and wicked story they were doomed to hell? Can anyone with intelligence really believe that a child born today should be doomed because the snake tempted Eve and Eve tempted Adam? To believe that is not God-worship; it is devil-worship." ~~ Clarence Darrow, Why I Am An Agnostic
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"Many Christians base the belief of a soul and God upon the Bible. Strictly speaking, there is no such book. To make the Bible, sixty-six books are bound into one volume. These books are written by many people at different times, and no one knows the time or the identity of any author. Some of the books were written by several authors at various times. These books contain all sorts of contradictory concepts of life and morals and the origin of things. Between the first and the last nearly a thousand years intervened, a longer time than has passed since the discovery of America by Columbus." ~~ Clarence Darrow, Why I Am An Agnostic
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I get angry at times, and I might rant. Ranting is good for the soul, I've heard. I do know that I feel better, sometimes, speaking my mind and not holding some frustrations inside. It did take me a while to realize I had to start a blog strictly on the basis of how obsessed I have become, and why I feel these people from the religious right are the real threats to the United States, and how allowing them enough free rein to hang themselves is all I can hope for.
If you want to "listen" to me railing against these anti-intellectuals, feel free to join in. And while I know I can't change one of these people's minds for the better since their narrow-mindedness excludes such attempts, it would be nice if I could make them look into what they are doing with a different viewpoint.
So mayhap I shall actually get something accomplished and get all three of my different "worlds" written, and I can keep up the blogs with more of a sense of purpose.
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"Many Christians base the belief of a soul and God upon the Bible. Strictly speaking, there is no such book. To make the Bible, sixty-six books are bound into one volume. These books are written by many people at different times, and no one knows the time or the identity of any author. Some of the books were written by several authors at various times. These books contain all sorts of contradictory concepts of life and morals and the origin of things. Between the first and the last nearly a thousand years intervened, a longer time than has passed since the discovery of America by Columbus." ~~ Clarence Darrow, Why I Am An Agnostic
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I get angry at times, and I might rant. Ranting is good for the soul, I've heard. I do know that I feel better, sometimes, speaking my mind and not holding some frustrations inside. It did take me a while to realize I had to start a blog strictly on the basis of how obsessed I have become, and why I feel these people from the religious right are the real threats to the United States, and how allowing them enough free rein to hang themselves is all I can hope for.
If you want to "listen" to me railing against these anti-intellectuals, feel free to join in. And while I know I can't change one of these people's minds for the better since their narrow-mindedness excludes such attempts, it would be nice if I could make them look into what they are doing with a different viewpoint.
So mayhap I shall actually get something accomplished and get all three of my different "worlds" written, and I can keep up the blogs with more of a sense of purpose.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Day After Christmas
In England, it's Boxing Day, in Canada, it's also Boxing Day. Here in the US, it's merely the day after Christmas.
When we were young, we often celebrated on January 6, the Epiphany, or "Little Christmas." We'd leave the tree and other Christmas baubles up until then, and just use the day to close everything down for the new year. Right now, it's merely the sales day, more potent than the day after Thanksgiving, because a lot of stores just want to unload a bunch of stuff and sell it quickly. In my estimation, this year, the stores are probably packed to help many actually spend the money that a lot of people didn't get to spend on the holiday itself.
I mention all this because some religious folks on the right blame secular beliefs for creating the commercialism of the say they consider most holy. I contend that these folks are just addled in their brains. You go into a store and you find chaos and mayhem, and if you asked them if they believed in a god, and they would say, yes I do. Then they're off to purloin some items with a deep discount and they think nothing of it. I contend that the day after Christmas has nothing to do with religious beliefs, just people eager to spend the money they didn't spend before the holiday.
Gonna fly now--spending a little, but not much. I simply don't have it to spend. But that's okay. The essentials are just as important as the frills. Perhaps even more so.
When we were young, we often celebrated on January 6, the Epiphany, or "Little Christmas." We'd leave the tree and other Christmas baubles up until then, and just use the day to close everything down for the new year. Right now, it's merely the sales day, more potent than the day after Thanksgiving, because a lot of stores just want to unload a bunch of stuff and sell it quickly. In my estimation, this year, the stores are probably packed to help many actually spend the money that a lot of people didn't get to spend on the holiday itself.
I mention all this because some religious folks on the right blame secular beliefs for creating the commercialism of the say they consider most holy. I contend that these folks are just addled in their brains. You go into a store and you find chaos and mayhem, and if you asked them if they believed in a god, and they would say, yes I do. Then they're off to purloin some items with a deep discount and they think nothing of it. I contend that the day after Christmas has nothing to do with religious beliefs, just people eager to spend the money they didn't spend before the holiday.
Gonna fly now--spending a little, but not much. I simply don't have it to spend. But that's okay. The essentials are just as important as the frills. Perhaps even more so.
No Right to Judge
I'm going to get this blog going, by reprinting articles from my other blogs, hoping to boil it down to one blog. It's easier to live with one, than try to keep up with more than one!
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Let's say you're my friend. You have just suffered a loss, a deep personal one, and you are grieving. I come to you, sit down, and I listen to you and help you achieve catharsis. When you are done and it's time for me to contribute to the conversation, I simply tell you I care, that I will try to understand as best as I am able, and I let you know that you can come to me anytime you need to talk, and I will listen.
Fair enough, right? I've done what a friend would do most of the time for their friends--be there for them when the need arises. I don't judge whether the loss was something you could have prevented, I don't lecture you on why you should have done something different and I don't try to put my values, moral or otherwise, on you.
Now, let's say the reverse happened. I'm the one with the problem, and you come to me as a "friend." So you listen (at least I think you're trying to listen, even if you interrupt me endlessly during my talking), and then you take my hand in yours and you say, "I will pray for you, you know; I won't let your soul suffer as I will seek a blessing from Jesus for you."
That's well and good if it's a person from your church who believes the same things you do, or if it's a family member who shares your faith, but this kind of response is completely wrong for someone who doesn't share your beliefs. And nowadays, that is often the case.
I'm an atheist. But I'm also secular and a humanist, and I try to keep religion out of discussions in which a difference in beliefs might make some awkward moments. That's how I try to deal with people for the most part, and how some of my dearest friends have been in the past, including one close friend who was a devout Catholic, but who never pushed it on me, despite the fact that I grew up Catholic and "escaped" from it!
But if someone has to inject their faith into any conversations they have with others, especially when they know definitely that the person they're speaking with is not of their faith, how much of a friend are they? If they try to negate the part of you that is either not religious or of a different belief, they cannot really respect you for being who you are--instead, they are transferring their values onto you, and thereupon find you lacking by their moral standards.
I'm pregnant, and I want an abortion....by my belief system, it's got nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with me, a woman, making a choice. By your belief system, I'm going to hell for killing a "baby!" So you feel morally superior to me basing my choice on your rationale.
I'm gay, and I love my partner, with whom I've spent more years than you have with your spouse. By my reasoning, why would you have anything to say about who I care to love and want to spend my life with? You, on the other hand, see nothing wrong with having multiple partners, or multiple spouses, but have a problem with two people with the same equipment caring and loving each other. Again, you are transferring your moral judgement on my life.
I'm for gun control, you love to shoot guns. I don't eat any animal products, you crave steaks about every 20 minutes. I believe that it took many millions of years for this world and all the life on it to evolve into what we know today--you believe that a lot of begatting only took about 10,000 years, and that when your ancestors were little, they used to have Dino the Dinosaur as a family pet.
It doesn't matter. It really can't matter when you come right down to it--no single person on the face of this planet (except if you are one of an identical twin) has gone through the same experiences, has the same genes, or even the same ideas. And that's the joy of being who we are. We are the world (and no, don't cue up the Michael Jackson song, either!) and we are a world of differences. If we were all the same, we might as well be robots or clones, because innovation, ideas and inventions would never come, would never be able to discover the joy at finding out about another person.
I confess: I still have a lot of fury at a former friend because she chose to let her religious beliefs come between us. She always injected her fundie beliefs and values into conversations, and then she got offended the day I told her that I couldn't stand her and the "fucking fundies" she was part of. But during a particularly desperate year in her life, I was there for her, talking about everything in the world (as long as it didn't involve religion) and tried to listen to her without making any moral assumptions. And as a thank you, I had to listen to her rants about gays being evil, about those who had abortions being whores and worse, about how my soul was headed straight for the deepest bowels of hell, and about her being morally superior to me because she had been "reborn" and brought Christ into her life. Oh, and yes, I almost forgot: how Muslims worshipped the "anti-Christ."
I don't ask the people I meet for the first time about what they believe in. It's immaterial, and it isn't any of my damned business. I will argue with you if I find you voted for GWB, but that's far more important than whether you have a personal "savior" or are Wiccan and keep an alter in your bedroom. Who is to know if Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus Christ, or Zeus is the better idol? Who is to question whether you are a better human being if you worship cows or eat them? That's your choice, and I've got mine. Mine says that I have a right to mine, and you have a right to yours. But if yours says that you have a right to yours, and that I have a right to yours, I will surely find you morally repugnant for not extending the same courtesy to me that I have extended to you.
The fact is, we're all right, and we're all wrong. We come at decisions from different viewpoints, we come with a set of values which we inherited from our ancestors, and we will add some new values through our own experiences. If we or our children go to a public school, there is no room--none whatsoever--for religion to be part of a mandatory curriculum. On the other hand, if you or your child goes to a private or parochial school, or if you are homeschooling your child, you are paying or playing to impart to them whatever you want.
I could never be considered shy, nor am I ever anything less than outspoken. But if you give me no reason to attack you on any of your beliefs, you should accept the same from me. Don't tell me smugly that my "god is less than your god," because so help me, I'm to the point where if you do, I will seriously contemplate hauling back and breaking your nose. Treat me as you wish to be treated: nothing less than that. How much simpler can my argument get?
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Let's say you're my friend. You have just suffered a loss, a deep personal one, and you are grieving. I come to you, sit down, and I listen to you and help you achieve catharsis. When you are done and it's time for me to contribute to the conversation, I simply tell you I care, that I will try to understand as best as I am able, and I let you know that you can come to me anytime you need to talk, and I will listen.
Fair enough, right? I've done what a friend would do most of the time for their friends--be there for them when the need arises. I don't judge whether the loss was something you could have prevented, I don't lecture you on why you should have done something different and I don't try to put my values, moral or otherwise, on you.
Now, let's say the reverse happened. I'm the one with the problem, and you come to me as a "friend." So you listen (at least I think you're trying to listen, even if you interrupt me endlessly during my talking), and then you take my hand in yours and you say, "I will pray for you, you know; I won't let your soul suffer as I will seek a blessing from Jesus for you."
That's well and good if it's a person from your church who believes the same things you do, or if it's a family member who shares your faith, but this kind of response is completely wrong for someone who doesn't share your beliefs. And nowadays, that is often the case.
I'm an atheist. But I'm also secular and a humanist, and I try to keep religion out of discussions in which a difference in beliefs might make some awkward moments. That's how I try to deal with people for the most part, and how some of my dearest friends have been in the past, including one close friend who was a devout Catholic, but who never pushed it on me, despite the fact that I grew up Catholic and "escaped" from it!
But if someone has to inject their faith into any conversations they have with others, especially when they know definitely that the person they're speaking with is not of their faith, how much of a friend are they? If they try to negate the part of you that is either not religious or of a different belief, they cannot really respect you for being who you are--instead, they are transferring their values onto you, and thereupon find you lacking by their moral standards.
I'm pregnant, and I want an abortion....by my belief system, it's got nothing to do with religion, and everything to do with me, a woman, making a choice. By your belief system, I'm going to hell for killing a "baby!" So you feel morally superior to me basing my choice on your rationale.
I'm gay, and I love my partner, with whom I've spent more years than you have with your spouse. By my reasoning, why would you have anything to say about who I care to love and want to spend my life with? You, on the other hand, see nothing wrong with having multiple partners, or multiple spouses, but have a problem with two people with the same equipment caring and loving each other. Again, you are transferring your moral judgement on my life.
I'm for gun control, you love to shoot guns. I don't eat any animal products, you crave steaks about every 20 minutes. I believe that it took many millions of years for this world and all the life on it to evolve into what we know today--you believe that a lot of begatting only took about 10,000 years, and that when your ancestors were little, they used to have Dino the Dinosaur as a family pet.
It doesn't matter. It really can't matter when you come right down to it--no single person on the face of this planet (except if you are one of an identical twin) has gone through the same experiences, has the same genes, or even the same ideas. And that's the joy of being who we are. We are the world (and no, don't cue up the Michael Jackson song, either!) and we are a world of differences. If we were all the same, we might as well be robots or clones, because innovation, ideas and inventions would never come, would never be able to discover the joy at finding out about another person.
I confess: I still have a lot of fury at a former friend because she chose to let her religious beliefs come between us. She always injected her fundie beliefs and values into conversations, and then she got offended the day I told her that I couldn't stand her and the "fucking fundies" she was part of. But during a particularly desperate year in her life, I was there for her, talking about everything in the world (as long as it didn't involve religion) and tried to listen to her without making any moral assumptions. And as a thank you, I had to listen to her rants about gays being evil, about those who had abortions being whores and worse, about how my soul was headed straight for the deepest bowels of hell, and about her being morally superior to me because she had been "reborn" and brought Christ into her life. Oh, and yes, I almost forgot: how Muslims worshipped the "anti-Christ."
I don't ask the people I meet for the first time about what they believe in. It's immaterial, and it isn't any of my damned business. I will argue with you if I find you voted for GWB, but that's far more important than whether you have a personal "savior" or are Wiccan and keep an alter in your bedroom. Who is to know if Buddha, Mohammed, Jesus Christ, or Zeus is the better idol? Who is to question whether you are a better human being if you worship cows or eat them? That's your choice, and I've got mine. Mine says that I have a right to mine, and you have a right to yours. But if yours says that you have a right to yours, and that I have a right to yours, I will surely find you morally repugnant for not extending the same courtesy to me that I have extended to you.
The fact is, we're all right, and we're all wrong. We come at decisions from different viewpoints, we come with a set of values which we inherited from our ancestors, and we will add some new values through our own experiences. If we or our children go to a public school, there is no room--none whatsoever--for religion to be part of a mandatory curriculum. On the other hand, if you or your child goes to a private or parochial school, or if you are homeschooling your child, you are paying or playing to impart to them whatever you want.
I could never be considered shy, nor am I ever anything less than outspoken. But if you give me no reason to attack you on any of your beliefs, you should accept the same from me. Don't tell me smugly that my "god is less than your god," because so help me, I'm to the point where if you do, I will seriously contemplate hauling back and breaking your nose. Treat me as you wish to be treated: nothing less than that. How much simpler can my argument get?
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