tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85621907207417757732024-03-13T05:03:07.634-04:00The Truth Eludes UsOccasional musings... the truth may be out there but it is hard to find, maybe impossible. Do we make our own reality? Is truth relative to the observer? Have you ever woke up thinking "I solved world hunger but dang, I didn't write it down..." This blog is dedicated to the guy who dreamed of the benzene ring, and the rest of us dreamers.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-74556379005556579552014-02-16T22:26:00.000-05:002014-02-16T22:26:14.488-05:00Two Weeks I've Come to HateHate is a strong word, probably too strong in most cases, certainly overused. I may have misused it here; I wanted to express my disdain for what the bi-annual spectacle of the Olympics brings. In particular, the Winter Olympics. Two weeks of thrilling competition. Meh.<br />
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I could say that Winter sports hold absolutely no interest for me. Or I could say that the politics and posturing of it all provide a cynical and unattractive backdrop (I'm looking at you Putin). Then there's the endless stream of people stories; overcoming adversity, years of sacrifice, the ecstasy of victory, humiliating failure, and inevitable disappointment for 95% of the participants. We are only half way through it and all and those categories are well represented.<br />
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I could say those things, but the real reason (although all the above is true) is this: the cultural wasteland that is television becomes a cultural wasteland of repeats. Few companies want to air original content on the chance their show might flop from being in competition with the games. Even the talk shows, most of them, go into repeats. Sad to say that so much of my life is prime time TV, sadder still that all my favorites are in repeats, and so soon into the season that the original showings weren't that long ago. Oh well, boo hoo, I'll have to read a book.<br />
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On a different note, this particular period has deeply saddened me. The loss of Sid Caesar and Phillip Seymour Hoffman were bad enough, but the loss of Shirley Temple (Black) is a national tragedy for people my age and older. Not old enough to have seen her in theaters, I nonetheless cut my TV teeth on frequent showings of her many movies, both in the afternoons and weekends. Although Shirley lived a long and very productive life, her passing is for most of us the death of a very endearing and supremely gifted little girl.<br />
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Through her movies, Shirley Temple carried much of the burden of supporting people during the Great Depression. She was not just precocious, she had immense singing and dancing ability, and instant rapport with her audience. Her screencraft included the ability to cry on demand, and it was heartbreaking to see her do it. She also had a quick mastery of scripts; she is said to have prompted her costars if they missed their lines.<br />
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Shirley did not have a typical childhood, but it is nice to know that her mother was not a tyrannical stage-mom. Instead, she was a constant supportive and protective presence in Shirley's life. As a result, Shirley grew up to be a mature and well-balanced young adult, unlike so many child stars both then and now.<br />
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If her studio chief had released her to do it, Shirley would have been Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. That might have been enough to help her transition into an adult star; but it was not to be. Later in life she served in Ambassadorial duties, while still occasionally appearing in different shows.<br />
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Shirley Temple Black was 85 years old when she passed, but all I can see is that little girl... rest in peace, sweetie.<br />
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Here's a link to a short article worth reading: <br />
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http://www.cbsnews.com/news/passage-shirley-temple-sid-caesar/mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-838451801968275402013-11-22T09:19:00.002-05:002013-11-22T09:19:21.016-05:00Yes, I Know Where I was 50 Years Ago TodayI share this with virtually all people my age and older; I distinctly remember where I was when President Kennedy was assassinated. It must have been like that for those who heard the first Pearl Harbor announcement.<br />
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50 years ago I was 10 years old and descending a staircase in a Bethesda elementary school when someone ran up to the stair rail and yelled down "the Presidents been shot." Interestingly the event itself didn't anchor this in my psyche, it was what came after. Yes there was shock at the announcement, but I don't remember having the kind of emotion my mother did; she cried off and on for three days. It was the reaction that she and everyone else had that cemented this memory for me.<br />
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Everything stopped for those three days. It was all anyone talked about. There were four channels on TV in the greater Capitol Region back then (I remember, they were 4, 5, 7 and 9!), no cable it was all broadcast, and each of them "signed off" between 11PM and midnight. For those three days all programs were cancelled and it was wall to wall news broadcast.<br />
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I remember seeing Walter Cronkite (CBS), Huntley and Brinkley on NBC, and some white-haired guy on ABC (was it Peter Jennings?) doing most of the face time reporting on rapid fire happenings. A jumble of the Presidents health, LBJ's swearing in, Jackie's reaction, the hunt for the killer, his arrest, and so on.<br />
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Many years later someone commented on the fact that, with the advent of TV and other mass media, it was possible for a huge number of Earth's inhabitants to share a common, life-changing reaction to an event in real time, almost at the same instant. It was one of those "hey, I never thought of that" moments, and the poster child was the Kennedy assassination. Everyone shared the kind of info I disclosed about "where they were," and it kept a lot of conversations going for a while.<br />
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The only other events where I distinctly remember where I was and what I was doing were the Challenger disaster and 9/11. <br />
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So what's the takeaway here. I remember probably hundreds of bad news stories based on their shock and sadness, but only a very, very tiny handful burn the where and when into my life's recollections. On this anniversary of such a heinous event, here's hoping there aren't anymore like it, or if there are they will be very few, and very far between. mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-42835262425213368382013-11-21T17:58:00.000-05:002013-11-21T17:58:21.055-05:00A Tentative Return, MaybeOver two years ago I just stopped posting on this blog. I'm not positive exactly why. My last post was a long-winded, poke at the nation's debt crisis (in fact the last two were). I think maybe I suffered a sort of fatigue after I wrote it, because even though it may not look like it, I read, re-read, rewrite and generally suffer over every post until I'm sick of it. Not satisfied with it, just sick. I think I looked at that post and realized the fun had drained out of doing this, then I couldn't go back.<br />
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This was to be another way of connecting with my children, so why the heck take up a serious current topic and just blather on about it? I had become a curmudgeon, and not in any fun sense of the word. Writing thoughts rolling around in my head is a legitimate reason for a blog, as if there needs to be one, but for the most part, <i>my </i>blog should be light, and at least occasionally funny. Think I got waaaay too invested in that last one. And also, preachy...<br />
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Long ago I decided to stop "lecturing" and giving out unsolicited advice, trying to divest myself of the "men are from Mars" need to fix things. I think my kids had just been politely listening to me dispense this "wisdom," because even if it was useful, they didn't ask for it. I revisited all this after that last post, which I felt was overdone and stuffy.<br />
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So why am I back? Recently I realized I hadn't stopped blogging, exactly. What I did was transfer my need to hunt-and-peck over to reviewing films on Netflix. A few days ago I found myself going all Roger Ebert on a sucky movie I had watched, decided to look at my first review on the site and realized the date was almost the same as my last blog! Further, I had written reviews at about the same pace as I had blog entries.<br />
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I had never considered writing one until the reviews I read on one movie just pissed me off. I won't go into it, suffice to say lard-headed ignorance was spewed all over it and I felt compelled to say something. Over time I have written 20 reviews, for both excellent and horrible movies. Realizing taste is personal, I got better at specifying what was worthy and why, without espousing any false or unearned expertise. I am quite proud that one of my reviews is in the top three of a movie, receiving 34 out of 34 "helpfuls."<br />
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But now I want to do things like slam "shaky cam" and "found footage" movies. Maybe I think it'll help to close the doors on those "techniques" and "genres" that I despise. However, while writing such things pleases me, it adds nothing to the discourse of good vs. bad movie. Such things belong in a proper blog, if I really need to go on about them. So maybe I'll give this thing a chance again, and if I start ranting about something, I will do my best to make it funny or informative. We'll see. mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-91164051662850973402011-07-26T18:08:00.000-04:002011-07-26T18:08:42.949-04:00Yes Virginia, There Is A Debt CrisisWatched the Pres last night, followed by Speaker Boehner. And dang, that caused me to miss Rey Mysterio winning the new WWE World Championship from The Miz. I think the right guy won the match, and though I'm not sure about the specific details, it's almost a certainty how it ended. The Miz is great on the mic, which carries a lot of weight in the wrestling world, as it should. But lets face it, I love that masked wrestler and his patented, if vaguely superficial, 619 finishing move. <br />
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Anyway, with the remaining wrestling matches on the tube, I looked on the web to see how the public took the political speeches. MSNBC asked who we thought won their point; I was slightly surprised to find a great majority felt Obama made the best argument. I would have guessed a fair split, but it was roughly 60-30-10. I myself voted neither won, because I found flaws in both presentations, and this put me in the 10% group. The story's online comments were divided by how one voted, and I looked up some of the comments of those who voted with me. I agreed with the one who said Obama's was better, but both are guilty of "politics as usual."<br />
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What was troubling about these presentations was how they both made it clear that they agree disaster looms. But at the same time, and much more importantly, it is the <i>other</i> side who is pushing us to the brink; and the other side that must move on their position. Message decoded: we are very possibly going to default, and each party is snug (and smug) in the conviction it will be the others fault. <i>Almost like magic, the very thing most people agree must not happen, will happen, and no one will be to blame!</i> This is just preposterous.<br />
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To be sure, there are those who think this will not be a disaster, and apparently they are the Tea Partiers. Do I detect a little "This is all alarmist crap. It isn't the big deal the Pres says it is. But, if default is really bad, it will serve those Democrats right for pushing us to this point." If you tea-baggers really believe this, then you are nothing more than little kids playing with matches in the fertilizer shed. It's one thing to burn yourselves; quite another to blow up the whole damn farm.<br />
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Let me tell you what's really going to happen. I finally saw some numbers, and here they are: $203 billion in receipts for August, $363 billion in obligations. Wait a minute... WTF? We're only going to take in about 56% of what we need to pay out? Uh-oh... since we're not going to print more money, <i>SOMEBODY</i> is not going to get paid...<br />
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Nobody knows for sure who doesn't get paid, but everything I've read says we'll pay debt interest first, to salvage our already suspicious credit standing with all our creditors. The question is how to divide the remainder amongst the rest. Who are the rest? Well, anybody getting a check from Uncle. Including all government contractors, those on Social Security, government salary, government retirement, medicaid, medicare, and so on. Putting aside the absolutely astonishing and appalling thought that our all volunteer force servicemen and women currently at war might not get paid, let's just look at retirees. I am among these, and figure we are somewhat farther down the ladder. I am already figuring how to cover next month's rent. <br />
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If I can make the rent, I will be one of the lucky ones who was not living paycheck to paycheck, as so many are. A lot of rent and mortgage payments are at risk, which puts banks at risk, which tightens credit, which stops growth and puts businesses already on the edge in a deeper fix, and so on. So much of our economy rides on consumer confidence, and an intangible faith that there will be bread on the store shelf when we are ready to buy it.<br />
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So, what didn't I like about each speech? Well the Pres seems hooked on this "we must tax the rich and corporations" thing. Though I tend to agree with him (because I don't think that <i>not </i>raising their taxes will create more jobs; at least, it hasn't worked for the last 12 years), the actual increased revenue numbers appear to be a drop in the bucket; i.e., it's more symbolic than anything else. President Obama, are you using this to to get working class America behind you and the Democratic platform for future elections? Should it really be the deal-breaker? It's true, businesses getting a tax break on a corporate jet is irksome. But at least Americans built that jet.<br />
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And Speaker Boehner, you were almost folksy in your presentation. You made it sound matter-of-fact that this is where we should draw the line on Big Government's excessive spending. You spoke to us like you were one of us, and sir, you plainly are not. You are in a position of great power, and have been for a long time. It's hard to believe you or any of congress will be affected to the same extent, if any, as the rest of us if the default happens. If you were Joe Anyguy, you'd sit down with the President, agree on the numbers being tossed around, agree on a general game plan and quit worrying about that 2% of people whose taxes would be raised if you acceded to the President's tax proposal.<br />
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In short, both of you failed to make this a de-politicized issue. At least the President wants to raise the ceiling high enough so it won't come back again as a political football in 2012, which seems to me like a party-neutral position. The Republicans have set their proposal's timing to appear to make spending authority a reward for cutting costs, but you can't ignore the fact it makes another heated debate come due at a critical time. Nevertheless, shame on you both. <br />
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And finally, I'm thinking I can't forgive you guys for upsetting me so that I got distracted and missed out on John Cena beating Mysterio just a little later on the same night that Rey had just got the title. It changed hands twice! And Heck, I'm still processing that, then CM Punk comes out and... never mind. Just get this debt business settled before next Monday Night RAW, because if I miss any more wrestling drama, I'm going to scream, <i><b>and</b></i> default on my rent.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-76142953767864672712011-07-19T17:52:00.000-04:002011-07-19T17:52:50.457-04:00The Problem with Rocket Science and the EconomySo we have this cliche, "it's not rocket science." When we use it, it can be a little bit pejorative. It can be a combination put-down of a person and whatever they're trying to understand, while at the same time entrenching the idea that rocket science is so unintelligible that who the hell normal people would understand it anyway? So the convenience is that it quickly imparts the idea of complexity. Now we can divide the world into things that are like, or are not like, rocket science. And if it's like rocket science, you can be forgiven for not understanding it, because, well, you're normal.<br />
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Let's consider the U.S. economy and its relationship to the federal budget. Is it rocket science? Hell yes, and also, not exactly. On one hand, we've been doing this economy thing for hundreds of years, and our very best minds STILL can't agree on what works, and what doesn't. Tax rates, interest rates, incentives, tariffs, what's the balance? And apparently all the historical evidence we have supports all viewpoints, at some time or other.<br />
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On the other hand, if you look at just some small pieces, it's pretty simple. Like, should we raise the national debt limit? At this particular point in time, sadly, yes. To not do so would be an order of magnitude worse than "Epic Fail." But, as the clock ticks toward August 2nd, we find we may have already done significant damage to the long term economic standing of the United States. I find this intuitive, but a much better explanation than I could give is in this link:<br />
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We're teasing the dragon here. Why hasn't congress acted? It's complicated, because we have a budget crisis during a recession (depression?) with an election coming up. We have borrowed an historic amount of money at a huge premium against the future, we have neither plan nor mandate to balance our budget and we can't agree on taxes and spending cuts. Possibly the most damning: apparently the exact details on a budget compromise will be the "decider" of which party will be best positioned for the 2012 Presidential election. OMG, we've got to: A. Stay in power, or B. Get more power. I could say simply it's time to be Americans, not Republicans or Democrats, and do the right thing for the country. But when has that call really worked? Even entering WWII there was dissent, <i>and we were attacked, dammit.</i><br />
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The Dems have got to accept spending cuts, and they have--not enough to satisfy the GOP, and not enough to really address the problem. However, addressing serious spending cuts means going after entitlements, and there is precious little time to tame that beast. They also want to get back to old taxation rates (not raise taxes, restore them to pre-Bush tax cut levels) or at the very least, restore tax levels for the people who can best afford to pay the old rates. Raising taxes gets people's attention quick, not for the better.<br />
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The Republicans are at risk of fragmentation (think Tea Party). Working a true compromise seems fatal to their ability to keep a united front. So apparently rather than mediate the amount of a cut, or even consider taxes, their compromise is to "allow" the debt ceiling to be raised if they get significant spending reductions without raising taxes. That's not a compromise position, since they have not agreed on what can be haggled. It's really more like demanding a ransom--most of our congressmen already know we must raise the ceiling. <br />
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On a pragmatic level, it seems to me we must do all of it. Reduce spending, increase taxes (a little?) and dedicate ourselves to fiscal responsibility, i.e.<u> balanced budget</u>. Something will have to be done to the sacred cow of entitlements; for example, we can't ignore the demographics of a smaller generation's burden from the larger, longer-lived baby boomers. Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, Government retirement; all will have to be reconsidered. Unfair to those who paid into these things, and made lifelong decisions based on promises? Absolutely. Unmanageable burden for some? Sadly yes. Charity and sacrifice are not two sides of the same coin. We may have been charitable with our surplus, but we are about to have to sacrifice from our current standard of living. Such is the risk of embracing an economy primarily dependent upon growth, because that is never a guarantee. <br />
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All the signs are there. The world looks to us to keep things steady, and that's not a position we have tried to avoid--we have proudly taken center stage on world affairs for nearly a century. Portugal, Greece and some other countries are about to find out what it means to default. What will they cut? Inability to provide basic government services is a path to anarchy. At the very least, they face a significant downturn in their prosperity. What does it mean when the standard of living declines, after so many years of improvement? We'll find out soon it seems.<br />
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The very first savings investment I ever made was a US Savings Bond, "<b>backed by the full faith and credit of the US Government</b>." When I asked an investment counselor if it was a good investment, he said "the yield is very low, but there is no safer investment in the world." Then he added, "but it boils down to being a promise we have no choice in--because nothing else matters if our own government's money is no good. It's not rocket science."mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-30803922667977816062011-07-11T19:07:00.000-04:002011-07-11T19:07:11.294-04:00Our Story Thus Far... Evil Professor Exodus has repaired the damaged Tectonic Fromambulator, and is threatening the entire continent with catastrophic destruction in the next 10 minutes. Our heroes, Jim Ed and Scooter, are lost in a maze beneath the Professor's lab, only steps ahead of the giant mutant guard dogs. Meanwhile, unknown to the President, General Packard has ordered a nuclear air strike on Exodus' fortress, while his daughter Trudy begs him to give Jim Ed and Scooter just a <i>few more minutes</i> to stop the madman...<br />
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Will the Professor carry out his vile plan? Can Jim Ed and Scooter escape the maze in time? Who the hell told General Packard he could launch the fleet??? These questions and more will be answered next time, in Chapter 6 of "Cold Hard Revenge of the Moon Men from Mars!!!"<br />
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Ah, serials. I just watched an old movie serial called "King of the Rocket Men" on Netflix. It was in 12 parts and the production value was surprisingly good, especially for 1949. A funny thing, the good guys win of course, but not before Manhattan is utterly destroyed and millions die. Still, after the destruction they get the bad guy and laugh as they pat each other on the back. Simpler times! Apparently the producers had stock footage of tsunami damage to a big city from a movie called "Deluge," and it was just too darn good not to use.<br />
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Anyway, it was fun to watch this, and imagine the kids (and adults) who paid 25 cents each Saturday to see a short newsreel, a 12-minute serial, and a main feature at the local Bijou. That was back when people were quiet during the show, and never failed to cheer on the hero and applaud the movie when the lights came up. Oh, and they jeered if the movie stunk, too. These days you're lucky if people just whisper while they answer their cell phones that they were supposed to turn off. And even though audiences are still affected by the powerful emotions seen on the screen, they are careful not to show it as they leave the theater. <br />
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Going to the movies is still a huge treat for me. I was enthralled by the opening of Star Wars; it began right in the middle of an exciting space battle and never let up til the end, or so it seemed. That kind of instant immersion was uncommon for the time, and <i>everybody</i> wanted to play light sabers after that movie. And Alien--how could I forget that the lady next to me left finger bruises in my leg after the alien punched out of John Hurt's chest. That scene, which was very visceral for the time, still managed to remain a secret to the next audience, much like (I am still grateful) it was with The Sixth Sense.<br />
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Its good that movies are still around, even if I have to sit through commercials and trailers, and pay outrageous prices for snacks. I don't care at all for 3D, it is quite obviously a rip-off designed to eke out a few more shekels from us for an ineffective gimmick. I think it will die a merciful death soon enough, even though theaters are retrofitting themselves with the technology. <br />
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As soon as the local theater re-opens, I am promising myself at least a once a month trip for something. I will mix it up between comedy and action, and keep my fingers crossed that I'll have another Star Wars moment. Or maybe two.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-38256231144155061822011-07-09T01:29:00.000-04:002011-07-09T01:29:19.848-04:00To Die on Mars Today was a milestone in the American Space Program, the last launch of the space shuttle. I think it's a low point. When Atlantis took off today, I lost my chance for a bucket list item: to witness a shuttle launch in person. I saw it live on TV, but didn't get to feel the ground shake or witness the near bright-as-the-sun rocket flame. Well, they say there will be more launches in the future, apparently in the 2020s, but I don't think its a sure thing. First the Ares program was on, then off, then Orion, sort of; and now, whatever. The fact remains that thousands of shuttle workers will be fired/furloughed/let go, and with them goes a huge brain trust of experience in the nuances of manned space exploration. Not everything we know is in books, and lost knowledge can be difficult to recoup.<br />
Many people are hopeful of commercial enterprises and other countries taking up the challenge, but none of them are working on anything more than satellite and tourist carriers, and low earth orbit cargo vessels. That's sad. For a brief time, NASA was working on a plan to re-establish a presence on the moon, and probably use it as a stepping stone to Mars. Those are still <i>intentional </i>plans, but no hard plan exists to achieve them. Nor is there any money.<br />
As a kid I was an astronomy nut, had memorized all the northern hemisphere constellations and the names of many stars. I knew the distances to the planets, their known moons, and observed as much as I could through my Tasco 100-power telescope. We already knew that a human trip to Venus was a pointless goal; a trip to Mars, however, was a tantalizingly realistic pursuit. Consider this; forget about space suits. On a "hot" martian day (+32 degrees F), with clothing and supplemental oxygen equipment similar to that used by mountain climbers, you could walk the surface of Mars.<br />
I am reconciled to the fact that no human will walk on Mars in my lifetime. Surely there are better uses for the money, and so much suffering and uncertainty in the world today begs solutions worthy of the full efforts of our best minds. But the reality of human existence is that at any given time, all possible endeavors are being explored to some extent by somebody, somewhere. That includes all the good and ill that we humans are capable of. What we are not capable of is limiting ourselves to looking either exclusively inward or outward; as a race, we are always doing some of both. If space exploration can be thought of as part of our efforts to improve ourselves as human beings, then it is never an idle pursuit of the privileged, but instead a noble pursuit of the enlightened.<br />
Recently I read that a simple paradigm shift of thought would make the trip to Mars vastly easier. For a moment it shocked me, but here it is: whoever goes there, stays there. Planning on a one way trip immediately eliminates some difficult logistics problems. And surprisingly, there would be no lack of volunteers. I even considered it something I might do had I the chance. But if I were going, it would have to be with the understanding that I want to explore all over, and not just settle into some bare-bones existence, huddled into a small underground enclosure. No, they'd have to send a lot of self-sustaining goodies along with me and the crew, and plan on frequent CARE packages. It's the least they can do if I'm going to die on another planet. But how cool would that be...mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-71164142629496443782011-04-21T16:34:00.000-04:002011-04-21T16:34:54.000-04:00Best Tax Day EVER!Nah, that's just sarcasm. As if there could be a Best Day EVER Tax Day. Maybe it could be neutral, passing unnoticed, as in you had already filed weeks earlier and settled the debt, or were expecting a refund. In the latter case, refund day, that could be like the Best Ever April 26, or whatever day the check arrives. But this year it was almost a catastrophe; April 18 might as well have been my Ides of March.<br />
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The problem was twofold. First, I did not wait till the last day--at least, not on purpose, but it went that way anyhow. I had prepared the simple no-frills return a week prior and sent it in electronically, but it was not accepted, through 4 more re-sends. To be fair, the first time I did have a wrong Zip Code for the 1099R. But it kept telling me the withholding amounts didn't agree on the 1040 and the 1099R, which is crap, there is only one place on each form for that number and it was THE SAME DAMN NUMBER, every time. Extensive research on the internet revealed I had no recourse but to send it in the mail, which pushed me to the 18th. Ok, Monday was set to be very busy, including some requirements for both the 11-year old and the bed-patient pending, I knew I needed to get the forms postmarked the 18th, but I could deal.<br />
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Then the second issue: a 4AM wake-up on Monday the 18th with severe pain in my right side, and when I say severe, I'm talking record-setting por moi, as in "just take me now Lord." Having no idea what it could be, but fearing the appendix, I queried the internet. Big surprise, researching symptoms on the web can result in a diagnosis of everything from leprosy to belly button lint. Suffice to say it did nothing to relieve my fear, so I woke up the kid, told him to watch is mom, and drove myself to the ER. It later occurred to me I probably should not have driven myself but calling an ambulance just seemed too much. Five hours later I was released, a 3mm kidney stone working its way out of my system had made itself known. With pain meds in hand, there was nothing to do but wait for it to pass. (footnote, as of Thursday the 21st, it has not). <br />
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At least with with the pain meds I was able to get the forms to the Post Office, but I felt out of sorts for the next two days. I'm still a little off, probably just jitters awaiting "The Passing." <br />
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Though not exactly related, I know some of my discontent is due to articles I've read about the debt ceiling and the fact that GE and Google, among others, did not pay any corporate taxes this year. Also, with high rollers like Gates and Buffett both saying it's time to raise taxes on the very rich, I find it hard to tow the Republican line about extending tax cuts for them.<br />
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The truth is, I don't mind paying taxes, doing my part to help fund the government of the country I love. I see it as one of the sacred duties of citizenship. But I am troubled by the inability of our elected leaders to reduce spending, raise revenue, and get this country back into prosperity. Enough already, this will be THE TOPIC I bet for next year's elections...mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-46990465183442868542011-03-03T14:05:00.000-05:002011-03-03T14:05:50.153-05:00FMT 4 --Chappie James at the Gate (I know, it's March; so sue me)I had a tough week so I am posting the last February Mystery Tour a little late. This last mystery is about history; Black History to be precise. February is Black History Month, and, like the Equal Opportunity Program, is a source of controversy and more-than-a-little-shame, mostly because it became necessary to legislate it. During February we see newspaper articles, TV messages, school emphasis and special events that hi-lite achievements by African-Americans that were often overlooked by history texts. These things sometimes have a forced feel to them, probably because they are an afterthought to centuries of deliberate absence from mainstream culture.<br />
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People of my generation all heard of George Washington Carver in school, but that's about it for black notables. Perhaps his agricultural contributions were too monumental to omit; but it seems just as likely that text authors felt they had "filled that square" by including him. The mystery to me is why our culture hasn't caught up to the reality. When, if ever, will it not be necessary to isolate and commemorate the contributions of any specific real or imagined division of humanity?<br />
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Well, enough intro--the real reason I wrote this entry was to tell one of my absolute favorite "war" stories, (and it's a timely one, too!) about General Daniel "Chappie" James Jr. Gen James was the first African-American Four-Star General. A Tuskegee Airman, a veteran fighter pilot of WWII, Korea and Viet Nam, his intelligence, wit and charm were accompanied by singular dedication to duty. He was an inspiring public speaker, and it would surprise most that he spoke eloquently about Americanism and patriotism--particularly considering the obstacles he had to overcome. If you want to know what his experience must have been like, look at Gen Colin Powell's book "My American Journey." Powell came along years later than Gen James, and the racism he experienced in a much more modern world is still heartbreaking and maddening.<br />
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Ok, the story. During WWII, the U.S. took over a Nazi air base in Libya near Tripoli. Named Wheelus AB, it held many different air units over the years, and in August 1969, the Wing Commander was Chappie James. Just one month after Gen James took command of the base, Libya's King Idris I was overthrown in a military coup led by, you got it, Col Moammar Qaddafi. Since Idris was a friend of the U.S., you can imagine that the coup gathered steam by vilifying America. In short order, Qaddafi decided to flex his new muscles by personally parading vehicles through Wheelus Base Housing. What follows is, I believe, the story of what happened in Gen James' own words:<br />
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<div style="color: red;"><b>“One day Khadafy ran a column of half tracks through my base—right through the housing area at full speed. I shut the barrier down at the gate and met Khadafy a few yards outside it. He had a fancy gun and a holster and kept his hand on it. I had my .45 in my belt. I told him to move his hand away. If he had pulled that gun, he never would have cleared his holster. They never sent any more half tracks.”</b></div><br />
Apparently Qaddafi demanded the U.S. turn over all the facilities (and probably all aircraft and equipment) to him immediately. Gen James stared him down, and Qaddafi blinked. The U.S later abandoned the base in its own time, and in orderly fashion, in June 1970.<br />
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Years later, we returned to the former Wheelus AB and bombed the daylights out of it during Operation Eldorado Canyon. For years Qadaffi's regime had been a vocal supporter of every terrorist group from the Red Army Faction to the Irish Republican Army, calling their attacks on all targets, including civilian, "heroic acts." Our operation was in retaliation for a terrorist attack on a German discotheque frequented by American servicemen, linked directly to Libyan agents. <br />
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Gen Daniel "Chappie" James suffered a heart attack and died 3 weeks after he retired from Air Force, at the age of 58. An American original.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-46660404431198173212011-02-19T18:38:00.000-05:002011-02-19T18:38:52.418-05:00February Mystery Tour 3A small mystery next--more introspective in nature. I am wondering about the relationship of this blog to the web.<br />
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My very first blog entry in 2008 mentions how my oldest daughter, Katherine put me up to it. The title is a little play on X-Files' "The Truth is Out There." At the time I was curious about what stuff I might put into it over the months and, surprisingly, over the years. Since then I have complained often about some aspect of daily life, written two poems, one (very) short story, and shamefully, embedded you tube videos of music I have enjoyed. In some I try to be funny; in others, serious; in a couple, introspective.<br />
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Though I started this for my kids, I left the blog "public," meaning it is searchable on the web. I figured over time some stranger might come across it and offer a comment or two. In fact, this has happened only once, and the anonymous comment was about the blog entry "Put on your big boy pants and deal with it," from all the way back in 2008. All other comments have been from friend or family.<br />
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I recently figured out how to monitor page visits, and said visits are few indeed. However, I was shocked to find that, almost weekly, people are still visiting "big boy;" almost to the exclusion of all others, even the recent entries! What, exactly, is the draw of "big boy pants," particularly amongst all the frangible, friable and/or thoroughly forgettable drivel I have posted?<br />
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Backing up for a moment, I want to comment on how hard it is to actually find my blog. Unless you use very specific terms in Google, it is all but impossible. Even when you type in the exact title of my blog, it is invisible to Yahoo, Ask, and Dogpile. Likewise, if you search those 3 for "put on your big boy pants and deal with it," you will not find my blog. You will, however, find Maureen McGowan's blog with an entry entitled "Put on your big girl pants." What up with that? (Kath, you might want to check out her site, she is a budding author). This is confusing-- both Maureen and I use blogspot.com for our platform--so how did I get missed? For those who don't know, Blogger is a Google publishing tool--but why did those others find her and not me?<br />
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OK, back to big boy pants. This is a very old cliche, seems to me it goes back to at least my childhood. My titled entry was about coping with, and persevering through adversity. First, it is about recognizing that almost nothing is so bad as it first seems; and second, if something really is that bad, well, buttercup, you'll just have to deal with it. So the exact wording, if searched in Google, gets me the VERY FIRST ENTRY!!! How cool is that? Apparently when people use the old cliche they find themselves at my door. Sadly, the entry must not be that engaging since no one ever comments; but I'm thinking of doing an update and see if that gets more attention.<br />
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There are other, similar euphemisms I can try for titles:<br />
"Don't be a crybaby."<br />
"Cry me a river."<br />
"Are those violins I hear?"<br />
"Suck it up/in."<br />
"Grow a set/pair."<br />
"Man-up, for crying out loud." <br />
"It's better than a stick/poke in the eye."<br />
"Get your head out your butt/a**/rectum."<br />
"You appear to have suffered a cranial-anal inversion." <br />
"Think much?"<br />
"Hello, McFly, Hello?"<br />
"Bueller? Bueller?"<br />
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Um, well, losing the bead there... definitely want to stay away from copyrighted stuff. Ok, which of these do you think might actually get some hits? Ah, time will tell...mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-60521999432081496602011-02-11T14:02:00.000-05:002011-02-11T14:02:41.627-05:00February Mystery Tour 2Rhyming riddles are lots of fun,<br />
though it is rare when I solve one.<br />
Below are two on which I thought,<br />
I got one right; the other, naught.<br />
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After that I give two more,<br />
so simple, you can raise your score!<br />
I could not make the last two rhyme,<br />
I frankly didn't have the time.<br />
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Answers, tomorrow.<br />
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<b>1. From Lewis Carroll:</b><br />
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John gave his brother James a box,<br />
About it there were many locks.<br />
James woke and said it gave him pain,<br />
So he gave it back to John again.<br />
The box was not with lid supplied,<br />
Yet caused two lids to open wide.<br />
And all these locks had never a key,<br />
What kind of box, then, could it be?<br />
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<b>2. Compliments to Riddles.com:</b><br />
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Four men sat down to play.<br />
They played all night till break of day.<br />
They played for gold and not for fun,<br />
With separate scores for everyone.<br />
When they had come to square accounts,<br />
They all had made quite fair amounts.<br />
Can you the paradox explain,<br />
If no one lost, how all could gain?<br />
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<b>Two for the road:</b><br />
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3. Why does the barber in Oatmeal, Nebraska, say he'd rather shave ten skinny men than one fat one?<br />
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4. One of the fastest runners alive once claimed he was so fast he could turn off the light in his bedroom and get into his bed before the room went dark. On one occasion, he proved it. How?mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-57081287917133372452011-02-05T12:27:00.000-05:002011-02-05T12:27:12.139-05:00February Mystery Tour 1I've decided I will write at least one blog entry a week in February and dedicate each to some small mystery. Warning: I make no promise that I will solve the mystery for the curious reader; maybe yes, maybe no. Have you ever noticed that part of the wonder lies in wondering?<br />
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My children routinely amaze me with their dynamically eclectic taste in music. All three have journeyed all over the musical map, no destination too remote. This one is for them...<br />
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I have two music pieces in mind. Kids, here is proof that I have found and listened to some Indie music all on my own. What follows is a piece by The Twang. I love it when people transmit their joy through their music, and these guys just seem to be having a great time, and the crowd too. <br />
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<i>"F*** it all Manchester, I think this is one of the best nights of me life."</i><br />
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Here is a special treat, one you can crank up and float away on. Let the video mesmerize you, or do something else while you listen, either way it's tough not to be <i>travelling</i> somehow when you hear this song. <i> </i>Sometimes the You Tube comments tell a neat little story about the vids:<br />
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"I went to see Rocky Votolato at a festival on the other side of Washington. Me and my friend found these guys outside of a motel room. We smoked with them and played hacky sack for a while then they gave us a cd and we saw them the next day at the show. I was really surprised whenever I find a band and they give me a cd they usually suck but this band is incredible.<i> "</i><br />
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Just nice. Here is Mimicking Birds.<br />
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<i>"...dark matter and toxic fumes...it's just a dusty interstellar saloon..."</i><br />
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So what's the mystery? Each of these songs has a particular, special meaning to me; one has very deep, even painful meaning; the other just served to be a pleasant little surprise. Which is which and why? Sorry, not telling... mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-63057664387084955922011-01-23T05:04:00.001-05:002011-01-24T09:12:17.278-05:00The Past Speaks in Present TenseThursday, January 20, 7:05 AM.<br />
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I pull myself out of bed and reach for my cell phone, which is my alarm clock. Fumble, and turn off the alarm. I really, really don't want to get up. Recently I added five minutes to 7AM; what's five more minutes I thought. Slip on slippers, pull on a shirt and walk, slowly, to the laundry room. I washed his colors last night, there are clean jeans and and a long-sleeve shirt in the dryer. As I reach in a thought strikes me, I close the door and start a cycle. I'll heat them up for him, the house is chilly. It will only take a couple minutes, but to save time while it heats up I begin the lunch ritual.<br />
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I try to keep my reusable grocery bag with me for the odd shopping trip, but failing that, I save and re-use the plastic bags for Jake's lunch. I take one from the pile on the dryer, and mentally check off the stops as I walk into the kitchen. Fridge: take the baby carrots, a juice box, and the grape jelly. Deposit them on the stove, where I will construct the finished product. To the pantry: for the peanut butter, Pringles and a snack--a cupcake or an oatmeal cookie. Back to the stove, all now in place. I turn and wash my hands at the sink, dry off, and take a paper towel to the stove. The towel is my clean workbench.<br />
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Construction order is always: easy first, hard last. The juice and snack go straight into the bag, already packaged. A short stack of Pringles goes into a sandwich baggie, then the baby carrots, also into their own little bag. I vary the number of carrots between 4, 5 and 6, then ask him at the end of the day how many there were as proof that he ate them. He usually gets it right. Now I'm down to the sandwich, always PB&J. Deep sigh. No, first I'll do the clothes.<br />
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I wake him by tossing the shirt and pants on his blanket and say, like always, "Put these on and you can put your head back down for a while." Not yet old enough to care much about his appearance--I won't let him leave looking shabby, so I orchestrate this. Back to the kitchen for the toughest task, the PB&J.<br />
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So far my actions are mechanical; now I have to wake up completely. The PB&J requires careful thought, more than the rest combined. Spread the PB so as to get the corners; spread the jelly the same way, but thinly (he once complained I put it on too thick!--I didn't think that was possible). Don't rip the soft bread, and cut it carefully to get it into the baggie cleanly, or else there'll be a mess when he takes it out. Yes, I could do all this the night before, but there is something lacking in an "old" PB&J from the fridge.<br />
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As I do this for my stepson, I think back to the same actions I took for my own children. I wonder if they knew I took the same care when I made their sandwiches, many years ago. Then as now, I felt love when I made their lunches, and wonder if they knew that. I wonder if they thought "my dad made this" and "he must love me" as they tore into it. Probably not; school lunch for me was all about where you sat, and with whom. Not saying it didn't happen, but I can't recall ever being thanked for filling those little lunch boxes. Did I ever thank <i>my</i> mom? Are thanks called for for even the mundane, repetitive tasks?<br />
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It is at this point I remember something long forgotten, and completely out of the blue. Grandma once told me I was severely pigeon-toed as a toddler; doctors said my legs would have to be surgically broken to fix this, but mom and dad didn't buy it. They kept looking until they found one who said braces could gradually turn my feet outward. I told my grandma I didn't recall any braces--she said they were so painful, and I fussed so much, that my parents waited until I slept each night to put them on, then took them off in the morning--and this went on for many months. Suddenly one of my earliest memories came back, constantly being told to point my feet outward, not inward! I remembered it was a big deal to everybody, but I didn't know why.<br />
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As I reflect on this at the stove, I know that love is shown through actions, especially the tough ones, even more especially, the little ones. And I realize, I never thanked my parents for the patience, the determination, and the love that went into those braces. Maybe they just thought of it as a burden of parenting, but I know what it really was. <i>"You'll understand when you have your own children."</i> That's all that need be said. <br />
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On this day, Thursday the 20th of January, I understand. Love is a chain of understanding that links the generations forwards and backwards. My love for my parents and my children are both give and take; both reverent service and grateful thanks. Part of a chain that, I am certain, will one day link my children with theirs, and with their mom and me. The love with which a task is performed is its own thanks. Knowing this, and having what I have, I am such a lucky man.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-22153076405108727542010-12-16T13:26:00.000-05:002010-12-16T13:26:36.529-05:00Saxophone MemoriesAbout 7 weeks ago the eleven year-old started sax lessons. The first 2 weeks he couldn't even get a pure note out, and I was, like, WTH are they teaching him in that class? At the end of his first week, I had to retrieve him from school because he had been suspended for the day by his music teacher for misbehaving. That's not like him at all, and I'm thinking that this music class is a bust. Well, 7 weeks later and somehow we have a 180--I don't know what happened; he is actually quite good. His music teacher says he has improved tremendously--he is in the first seat most of the time. And he seems motivated--last night he took his sax out and practiced before AND AFTER he did his regular homework.<br />
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At this point, I'm actually getting excited. He's not particularly athletic, and I told him if he kept at it and became really good he could maybe get a scholarship to a good college. I thought, hey, let's look online for some examples of musicians who make a living at this, and listen to how some of their work sounds. Among other things, I found a blog from a guy who did a rating of various sax solos from the 80's. He included some applet that allowed you to play the sax solo from each song he "rated." Here's the link if you're interested; you might be surprised and pleased at the gems you find: <br />
<a href="http://imacomputa.org/sax/">http://imacomputa.org/sax/</a><br />
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But the online excursion was good news and bad. Bad news, I couldn't get the kid interested in the music we found--I'm not sure what his niche will be if he does in fact become a sax aficionado. On the good side though, it reacquainted me with some great tunes from the 80's that, as it turns out, had at least one thing in common: sax solos. I never realized how many great songs had a sax interlude. They ranged from a basic, moody bridge, like in <i>Tear Us Apart </i>by INXS; to the manic, integral instrumentation of one of my favs, <i>Trouble in Paradise</i> by Huey Lewis and the News.<br />
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Below is another fav, Icehouse's <i>Electric Blue.</i> The talented lead singer and song writer Iva Davies sports the absolute last word in mullets. He co-wrote this song with John Oates of Hall and Oates, another mullet pioneer.<br />
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Every list of top sax players I found has Charlie Parker, now deceased, as number one. I plan to find some of his stuff and try it out on Jake. One guy I've listened to a lot is David Sanborn--he does jazz-fusion stuff and he's pretty amazing. However, I really must embed <i>Trouble in Paradise</i>. As an example of popular work, the sax in this is absolutely nuts, and is integral to the song overall. For one thing, it's too much for one guy--there are two different soloists, and two more players on harmony! God I love this song--and I love the 80s!<br />
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Ah, it seems nobody does this stuff anymore...mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-59287725612092273342010-12-08T23:50:00.000-05:002010-12-08T23:50:11.632-05:00I Really Like Peggy. But Shame On You! Me!I just finished Bob Newhart's memoir "I Shouldn't Even Be Doing This," a quick and fun read. Newhart is one of the pantheon of "original" comedians, meaning his style was unique and refreshing when he came along. Over the years my family has enjoyed telling me how much I look like him, or he looks like me, or whatever. It would be a compliment to say I was funny like him; but looking like him--not so much.<br />
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But I do love to laugh, and I chuckled out loud a couple times reading his book. Bob said he didn't feel humor should be analyzed too much, parsed and dissected so as to become un-funny. His public humor is of the gentle sort, but privately he is capable of some perversity, as he claims are all comedians--such is the nature of the comedic mind. Still, it would be a stretch to say any of Bob's humor has ever offended anybody.<br />
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There have always been comedians who reap laughs using shocking statements, often leaving the audience with some guilt feelings about their response. Ethnic humor has haunted the shadows for many years but still sneaks into the daylight from time to time and may even be making a comeback (SNL actually used a Polish joke last week, I have to say I didn't see it coming). And some TV commercials also brush with the ethnic taboo; enter Peggy. <br />
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Peggy is a foreign-outsourced phone service operator for a bank card. Reinforcing the obvious extreme cultural disconnect, Peggy is not a woman, but instead a misnamed Caucasian teddy-bear of a man with a voice that should be reading children's stories on Public Radio. His English is broken and he omits some verbs, articles, and the odd participle. He seems to be based in some frozen East European country, working from a slap-dash shack with a support staff right out of the Beverly Hillbillies. My guilt confession: Peggy is hilarious.<br />
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There are 4 or 5 ad spots of consumers dealing with Peggy. After briefly digesting the name/voice disconnect, the earnest customer attempts to conduct business over the phone but is met with obfuscation, misdirection and inevitable disappointment. Peggy is willing to do <i>something,</i> but that something will assuredly fail to meet the need. Peggy is alternately simple, confused, and/or downright devious, and the message is clear: outsourcing is inherently evil and substandard service will ensue. It is also (gasp), funny.<br />
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Should I really be laughing at this? Maybe if I break it down, I'll find I'm not laughing at ethnicity. Let's see, the name--yeah, that could happen to anybody, lots of things are lost in translation. How about the English? Well, I can only imagine how I'd sound in Paris after 4 years of C+ high school French, but I'm not trying to resolve someone's over limit fee, either. Maybe the real villain is greedy corporate America, for sending jobs overseas and making a mess of it. Come to think of it, they are real life villains. <br />
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Ok, lets cut to the chase. I, too, have dealt with outsourced call service centers, it wasn't funny. None of them were evil, per se. Any problems I had stemmed from language pronunciation, which tended to drag out the conversation. What these commercials do is make fun of a situation, and they want you to use their product. In this regard Peggy and company are guilty of an unforgivable sin--the commercial is so funny you forget to associate it with the product. After seeing these ads for months I had to look up the product for this blog--it's the Discover Card. Apparently those guys keep it real, and keep it in the States. Too bad, I still won't be applying for the card.<br />
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Well, I better close, NBC is running episodes of "Outsourced" back to back, and I don't want to miss one minute of those crazy Indians. Oh that Manmeet! Where do they get those names?mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-22514060957122714472010-11-27T17:00:00.000-05:002010-11-27T17:00:15.549-05:00Buy AnxietyWell I made it, but just barely. It took copious amounts of chocolate and a drink or two to distract me, but I survived Black Friday without leaving the house. It wasn't pretty though. There are claw marks on the door-jamb...<br />
I still have doubts. I have to catch my breath if I let my mind ponder what I must have missed out on.<br />
And I most certainly missed out. Look at the extreme--if I had camped out at the local Best Buy a week ago I might have scored a free I-Pad or something from management--some bozos pulled it off elsewhere, I saw it on the news. I could have bought a dvd-tv combo with 120 Hz refresh and backlighting for a song; practically stolen a TomTom GPS for $59, or a palm-held Video camera for $49.<br />
What? What's that you say, I didn't need those things? Fool! Of course I didn't need them, I WANTED them! I mean, they were so cheap. God help me, they were CHEAP. And, and, there would have been countless impulse buys to be had! It's the wonder, the awe, the... the OPTION, dammit! Who knows what all I missed.<br />
Besides the crowds, that is. Oh, and the lack of items because of the minimum number kept on hand for the flyer ad. Yes, that...and the traffic, too; and lack of parking. And getting up early--ugh. But especially the unruly crowds, yes there have been a few of those. Some disagreement over the last Cabbage Patch doll on the shelf, etched into my brain long years ago.... Ah, perhaps that lady has forgotten the, er, <i>momentary ugliness</i> that transpired as my wife clenched her fist and beamed certain doom toward all present. Or was that me doing the beaming?<br />
It's no use, even the uncomfortable memories don't dim the knowledge of opportunity lost. At some point, I will doubtless buy something for significantly more than I might have spent on that unctuous day. I will somehow have to live with that certainty, and reconcile myself to the loss of some other important bauble I will now not be able to afford. Curse this consumeristic universe! I buy, therefore I am... but, if I don't buy?mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-34611015410769429082010-11-16T14:56:00.000-05:002010-11-16T14:56:43.632-05:00Ok Ok, I watched your damn commercialWe should pay for the things we enjoy as a result of the work of others. I acknowledge there is no free lunch, it simply makes no sense to believe otherwise.<br />
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So consider the "free" homepage and e-mail offered by various internet services. My homepage has been MSN forever; initially I paid $10 a month for MSN Premium with services I never used; but it felt right that I should pay <i>something</i> for the e-mail and the news feeds. Fast forward and, with times so tight, I dropped the paid service (I don't think they even offer it anymore). Surprise, the free version didn't lose any of the functions I used. In fact, there was no useful difference between <i>before</i> and <i>after</i>. But now, some guilt creeps in as to how the good people who daily administer this service are recompensed. Wait, of course, it's the advertisements!<br />
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Parts of my homepage and e-mail are always streaming an ad. And when I surf, I might roll the mouse over a cleverly concealed popup activator that easily defeats my paid-for blocker. OK, I can handle the distraction and occasionally, I even get the message--I really should check that pesky credit score.<br />
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I try to avoid video clips though. Hey, what up with sitting through a 30 second pitch for 2 minutes of content? But often the story I want isn't in print. I'm just gonna have to get it from Matt Lauer. So, after 32 seconds of a blue bear singing to his toilet paper roll whilst picking pieces of tissue off his ass (kudos there, <i>Charmin)</i>, I'll get the Today Show version of a hot story. God forbid it should refer me to another video; wherein I ponder "Can 15 minutes with GEICO can save me hundreds of $$?" Oh silly me, "Does a bear s%#* in the woods?" Not blue bears, according to <i>Charmin</i>.<br />
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Oh yeah, take that bitter, over-sized horse-pill. I owe SOMETHING to "pay" for this info; no free lunch, balance in the cosmos, Yin and Yang--and all that. BUT...<br />
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Lately, I take more medicine than I "need." Worse, take medicine with no payoff. Often the commercial plays and only AFTER do I get a message that the content is "temporarily unavailable." Say what? Why you dirty rotten...<br />
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And don't get me started on BING, the intelligent search engine. Well, if you insist. All these teasers in the corner of my home page are not stories, but searches, and hidden within their links are important messages, like that <i>one thing that can give you washboard abs</i>.<br />
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Yes, I could ignore BING but... Lady Gaga and Vladimir Putin did WHAT? Oh man, click on that puppy, I gotta know... Ummm, ah yes, BING has given me a short blurb, and I have only to CLICK ON 8 HI-LITED #%&*@ KEY-WORDS TO GET THE WHOLE STORY, EACH OF WHICH DIRECTS ME TO NUMEROUS $%#&@ ABBREVIATED ARTICLES WHICH.... I knew I should've stayed off BING.<br />
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I have a choice, I know. I could subscribe to a newspaper; dated as the info may be. It is there at my leisure. It will not deny me promised content. It will not insult my intelligence with toilet tales. Alas, I choose instead to add inertia to the decline of the printed word; such is my need for breaking news and pointless celebutante trivia. I paid my dues, I watched your damn commercial, now give me my fix.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-48249724262477945122010-11-09T14:17:00.000-05:002010-11-09T14:17:45.706-05:00It really is A Perfect DayI sit on a number of draft blog entries, waiting for the time I feel like posting them. Mostly it's because I start a thought, then can't find the right finish. But I'm feeling a little melancholy today, so I'm finishing this one.<br />
A couple months ago I came across an amazing music video, and wanted to find the right theme to put it in the blog. Then something odd happened, and I didn't know if I'd ever use it--I'll explain. It's Lou Reed's "A Perfect Day," performed by a startling array of artists. And yes, it made western hemispheric news over a purported snub wherein Lou Reed supposedly prevented Susan Boyle from performing it, after she had made a trans-Atlantic and trans-continental flight for the express purpose of singing it on America's Got Talent. That whole mess happened about a week after I found it on the web, and rather than let people think I posted because of that flap, I just dropped it. But a happy ending demands attention; it turns out Lou Reed had nothing to do with refusing Boyle, and in fact, directed the video which now accompanies her version. Its a good one, but I'll just include the link here, because I want to embed the BBC version:<br />
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A little background: the BBC is funded by a TV tax in the UK, which is forever decried by a tax-weary public. So from time to time BBC puts something together to demonstrate the superiority of non-commercial driven TV entertainment--freedom of artistry. This video however was also the BBC's centerpiece in 1997 for the charity they sponsor, Children in Need. Check out Bowie, Dr John, and my man, Tom Jones...<br />
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The charity sold this version, and versions featuring just the men, and just the women. Don't know where to find them now, but wouldn't they be cool?mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-821038043579997032010-11-04T00:00:00.000-04:002010-11-04T00:00:45.066-04:00Pumpkin PixI did try the fancy design after all, and it was tedious work--I'll let the viewer decide if it was worth it.<br />
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First, there are two pumpkins in my garage that await my carving attention. Each year I am torn between attempting one of those amazing templates that you can buy or copy from the internet, and simply going with my instinct on the choppy scary face. The latter always wins because the former requires more patience than I am willing to expend. The result however has always been satisfactory, once I put that votive candle inside and turn off the lights.<br />
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Some of the neighbors are really into the season--one guy has several enormous blow-up and animated creatures in the yard; the black cat has glowing eyes and stands about 6 feet tall, and its head moves side to side. Very cool.<br />
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At school, this was a funny week. Jake, the 6th grader, forgot to tell me that each day was a different spirit day--hat day, camo day, etc. This being a short week ending today, I figured out for myself it would be costume day. Last year he was berserk about Freddy Kruger, and he did it up big; hat, face mask, clothes and claw glove. This year he made no plans, so last night I bought him one of those cheap Groucho Marx glasses/nose/mustache combos so he'd have <i>something</i> to wear today. He loved it, and put on his fedora to complete the "costume." I told him if anybody asked, he was every adult's worst nightmare, the Tax Man from the IRS. When I dropped him off at school this morning, there were the usual witches, princesses and ball-players (somebody always wears their football or little league uniform). One little girl had a great costume: a fake picket fence surrounded her and was full of plastic flowers. Jeez I love Halloween.<br />
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Many TV shows have a Halloween theme this week, usually very creative. Last night "Modern Family" was an all-out hoot, and possibly my favorite line ever uttered on a sitcom was said: asked if a neighbor and his wife were coming over for an over-the-top Halloween celebration, the neighbor shockingly replied his wife had left him. After a stunned and awkward moment, the crestfallen desertee said "I better go, I have a dish to wash." Classic. And <i>so</i> to the point.<br />
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I suppose I should mention the "Succeeding Holiday Encroachment" phenomenon. As we all love to marvel at the rapidity with which that most commercial of holy holidays hits the stores, I think we have a watershed this year. At the local CVS, you can find Halloween, Thanksgiving <i>and</i> Christmas merchandise on the aisles simultaneously. K-Mart also. Frankly, I think Thanksgiving is only in there to remind people of Black Friday (the massive sales event). Another shameless plug for my favorite holiday, Halloween is the ONLY holiday for which blatant commercialism is absolutely appropriate!<br />
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Last comment--the coming election is sucking attention away from Halloween. Don't do it, Election Day. Stop it, right now. Boy, you are really ugly this year, with possibly the most egregious mud-slinging ever. What happened to the issues? Aw, screw it, attack ads have a proven track record, so that's where we are spending those hidden-donor and corporate campaign funds. There must be A LOT of $$ in the coffers. Thanks a lot, Supreme Court. I am struggling about whom to vote for, because I only know the skeletons in the closets of the candidates, not their stand on issues. Wait a minute. OK, skeletons <i>are</i> appropriate for this time of year--maybe politics is finally getting into the spirit of the season. And politics <i>are</i> scary...suddenly it makes sense why Election Day is always so close to Halloween.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-62525968154921430732010-09-27T11:01:00.000-04:002010-09-27T11:01:32.999-04:00Jeez, I Keep Finding This StuffConfession: The main reason I can't resist embedding videos here from time to time is it makes it easy to find those that I want to see again. A close second, I also find some that I want to share out of pure perversity. So here are two, one from each category, hope you enjoy.<br />
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First, a charming little remix ditty from the movie <i>Up.</i> Ummm, if you have not seen this Disney/Pixar inevitable classic, be forewarned (as I was not), the first 10 minutes are hard to watch--at least for me, gut-wrenchingly bitter-sweet. In fact, I don't ever want to see that segment, ever again. Not ever. Yeah, how does Disney manage to... darn those people...Nevermind, I am going to stop talking about it RIGHT NOW.<br />
Sorry. Actually, it necessarily sets up the rest of the movie.<br />
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OK, this clip was put together by Aussie DJ Pogo, and I believe he said it took him 2 months of sampling words to get the chords right. To me, it sounds like something Sade might have sung if she was, you know, like, <i>happier.</i> It's worth a listen if for no other reason than it's the closest you're going to get to hearing Ed Asner sing.<br />
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Now for the perverse. More intellectually-charged than a Kardashian Family Reunion; more thought-provoking than a <i>BassMasters </i>TV marathon; more topically cogent than SpongeBob Squarepants--I present the artistic medium known as... the "Long-form Advertisement." Slightly reminiscent of SNL's skit "The Continental," this could not have been creepier if Christopher Walken himself did it. File this one under "Idon'tseewherethisisgoing<i>ohmygoddidhejust..."</i><br />
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<object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Xnpk1DfOyw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Xnpk1DfOyw?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-10568132974651543302010-09-25T16:26:00.004-04:002010-09-26T02:17:57.132-04:0010 Things You Didn't Know About Your ParentsThere must be a million things we don't know about our parents. Even if they were teens when we were born, they must have had years of grown-up experiences before we even cared to know. If my dad were still here, I'd ask him a lot about WWII, and my mom too--she was a Naval Officer, a WAVE. I'm sure there is plenty we DON'T want to know... but I thought it might be interesting to come up with 10 things my kids either didn't know, or didn't know the whole story, about their mom and/or me.<br />
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1. My eyes each see colors slightly differently, probably because I mishandled a UV light when I was 11.<br />
2. Before we were married, your mom volunteered helping patients at a free medical clinic in Gainesville, FL.<br />
3. At age 14, I almost got my family kicked out of an apartment building after walking on the edge of the roof. It was about 10 stories up.<br />
4. Your mom was a Store Detective at AAFES in 1979-80, and was a natural at catching shoplifters. After receiving threats from some people she caught, she switched to working in the warehouse--her shoulders and arms got so muscular she had to buy new shirts.<br />
5. She spent her first AAFES paycheck on <i>me--</i>to buy a Fairchild video game, it was one small step above "Pong," but state-of-the-art at the time--we were the hit of the neighborhood.<br />
6. Also in 1979, we owned a green moped and your mom rode it to and from work. I think it was a Honda.<br />
7. My parents started me on 3 musical instruments in school before the last one "took;" first piano, then flute, finally trombone.<br />
8. When your mom owned a craft consignment business in Michigan, she sometimes secretly bought the artists' work, to encourage them when business was slow.<br />
9. Your mother used to have a random tooth positioned in front of her right upper canine; I loved her for it, she, of course, hated it. As a couple, it was our first major expense to get it fixed.<br />
10. I flunked my first written drivers test in Florida at age 17--misidentified a traffic sign. Then I barely passed the actual driving test, so naturally, my first job after High School was as a car parts delivery driver.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-30166638510834053132010-08-06T19:36:00.004-04:002010-08-07T00:56:58.522-04:00Chant Songs I Have KnownEverybody's heard of Gregorian chants, but I just learned that they are not sung only by men--how chauvinist of me. Apparently they have always been sung by both sexes of monastic orders, sometimes even in mixed company, for over a millennium. Named for Pope Gregory I from the 7th Century, who was credited with ordering the simplification and cataloging of music assigned to specific celebrations in the church calendar.<br /><br />I recently heard on Public Radio that a search by a major record company resulted in the selection of nuns in a convent near Avignon, France, to produce a CD of their chanting. They sound pretty amazing from the sample I've heard. As happens it got me to thinking about chanting songs I'm more familiar with, and I've included three below.<br /><br />This is the first one I remember, Witchi Tai To; interestingly it is a Native American peyote chant set to mellow music--adding to it's popularity? It came out when we were becoming aware of pollution to our environment, which was popularly connected to native respect for the land. "Water spirit feeling springing round my head... makes me feel glad that I'm not dead." Catchy, it's one of those things that stayed with me for a long time. Jack Johnson made a cover of this.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOIJWP8n7PE&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cOIJWP8n7PE&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Next is the one I think everybody has heard, Return To Innocence by Enigma. What I just found out is that the chant was illegally sampled from a--get this--indigenous Taiwanese "Jubilant Drinking Song" that was recorded by two native Taiwanese on CD as part of a cultural exchange program in France! Almost as odd, the drum beat was sampled from Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks." I played this song so much in the car it drove my family nuts... all the time thinking it was Native American.<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhpoOexjT-M&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VhpoOexjT-M&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />After doing a little research I found many Native American chants set to music. I thought this one was particularly representative and beautiful:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0S-xjql_pE8&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0S-xjql_pE8&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Hope you enjoyed!mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-35216955187148144972010-07-22T20:05:00.003-04:002010-07-22T20:51:53.188-04:00Following up the last entry so as to actually write somethingGotta get back into the blog habit and, as usual, I feel I must tie up issues from the last one I posted no matter how untimely it has become.<br /><br />Well, as all know by now Abby Sunderland was found safe shortly after my last posting. I was very glad to hear it, and then allowed myself a brief excursion back into the "how on earth could her parents have allowed this" frame of mind. Aha, perhaps I was not alone. Turns out her family was shopping around a reality show based on the Sunderland kids and their love of life and all things adventurous. The dad said they pulled the idea when it became apparent the takers were going to go after the same slant I would have--namely "how on earth could her parents have allowed this." <br /><br />At the heart of it is my, and apparently others, thought that a 16 year old girl shouldn't even be out of the house after midnight with her pals, let alone circumnavigating the globe alone. It just screams a certain naivete that no parent in the 21st century has any right to possess. All that aside, I wonder at a world where a full third of the population is starving, and yet a certain contingent spends their lives thrill seeking and "self-actualizing" as in the afore-mentioned stunt. Getting into the Guinness Book of records has taken up the time available for such idle pursuits as, say, community service, for one. <br /><br />I sure couldn't talk if such people donated a part of their time serving on a soup kitchen line, for example. And, well, I can't talk anyway, since I'm not contributing either; having stopped contributions to the several charities I used to support. So at this point I'll drop the subject, and maybe contemplate why I myself am not a better person.... ah, this world in which we live...<br /><br />I am usually optimistic at heart, and that included my assessment of the current recession--I was fairly certain it would turn the corner, and very soon too... but lately I have picked up on several things that have me a little worried.<br /><br />First, there's been talk of calling this a double-digit recession--referring to the number of years it may continue, I believe. But that's not the most telling bit, especially since there have been nay-sayers on recovery all along, and always have been through the years. No, what worries me is the undertone that we are becoming less productive, more of an entitlement based society with unrealistic expectations on the part of our young work force. That's not good--we will never recover if we become lazy in comparison to the rest of the world.<br /><br />Our productivity in terms of what we accomplish in an 8 hour day, compared to other "first world" countries, has always been high if not the highest. It, along with technological advances, has been the main mast of our "Ship of State." But a perfect storm of laziness, combined with stagnant technology advances and growing economies in Asia, will permanently break the mast.<br /><br />Something pretty spectacular would have to come down the pike to get us through that storm. We better hope we master fusion energy or teleportation pretty darn soon...<br /><br />So here's hoping that succeeding generations of Americans find their roots again in a good old fashioned work ethic--about that, I am still optimistic.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562190720741775773.post-54813581773049589692010-06-10T17:22:00.002-04:002010-06-10T18:21:39.633-04:00Praying for AbbyAs a father, and maybe just as a caring person, I am a little distraught by the current situation of young Abby Sunderland. Abby is a 16 year old girl who was attempting to be the youngest to circumnavigate the globe in her sailboat, <span style="font-style: italic;">Wild Eyes.</span> I say was because maintenance issues forced her to miss that hurdle, but she continued on anyway. Now, her two manually activated emergency beacons have gone off while in the remote southern Indian Ocean just a few hours ago. Hearteningly, her automatic beacon has not activated, leaving hope the boat is upright and she may yet be safe. We don't know, and because of her remoteness help is 40 hours away and communication via radio is 11 hours away.<br /><br />Having just returned from the wedding of my oldest daughter, I have been catching up on a lot of work here and that includes computer work--I've been falling behind on my blog too. Anyway, home page MSN just splashed a story about Abby, and searching a link I found myself in an article about the latest trend in young people doing very dangerous things with their parents' permission, like that 13 year old who scaled Mt Everest. The slant of the article was "what were they thinking?" I felt the same way, it got me angry--this business of wanting your children to "realize their dreams" and somehow placing that above common sense.<br /><br />Hey, when I got back here from the New York wedding I found that my 11-year old stepson had finagled a 3-inch blade Buck Knife for his birthday by purchasing it with his own money--that thing is now in my possession. He has wanted a pocket/hunting knife for a long time but er, uh, HELL NO. What is an 11 year old doing with a "hunting knife" here in suburbia? Why does a 13-year old need to climb Mt Everest, a path which, last I heard, is still littered with 3 frozen corpses?<br /><br />Anyway, here I was hating on permissive parenting while clicking on another link, this one Abby's on-scene blog via satellite link, and guess what? She uses Blogger, and among all the many choices available, her blog looks identical to mine, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Truth Eludes Us.</span> Same colors, layout, background, etc. It was a shock that brought me back to earth and one simple sentiment--please God, bring her in safely. I don't care anymore what her parents were thinking--they are terrified but hopeful, and whatever their reasons for supporting this endeavor, it just doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that Abby be found safe.<br /><br />While I am not the devotee I once was to organized religion, I still suspect there's a Big Guy who sort of manages things according to His own inscrutable rules. I don't pray as much to Him as I used to, and now when I do mostly it's a quiet thing wherein I close my eyes and think it. But I am not averse to humbly asking Him to watch over the young and naive, the helpless and the hopeless, or the lost souls of the Modern Age. And maybe intervene once in a while, as I feel sure He sometimes does. Please Father, help this child. Amen.mvorpalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10333331147439958382noreply@blogger.com0