Weather Boring

Winter      New Moon (Wild)

The weather here has gone into a stable, cold pattern.  Just not very interesting.  No storms. No new snow.  No new ice.  No winds.  No warmth.  Some way below freezing cold, but been there done that this year.  It’s not been terrible for me because I don’t have to get out of the house and drive to work every day, fight the cold.  I’ve not even felt cabin fever set in and it usually does for me about now.  Must be the internet and substantial projects here at home.

Funny thing.  When I write about weather here, it’s more interesting than when I write on my Startribune weather blog.  When I get on the weather blog page, I feel the need to go all meteorological.  The comments I’ve gotten though have come when I’ve given a bit more commentary.  I just copied the paragraph above and stuck it in my latest post for the Trib.  Context matters.

Going into Minneapolis today for Mary Broderick’s retirement party.  Retirement parties, funerals, hospital visits.  That’s the golden years.

Moving On

Winter   New Moon (Wild)

Life’s pace has once again picked up for me.  The Sierra Club work has begun to fill in winter hours, enough so that I realize something will have to be done as the growing season approaches.  Smarter planting and gardening, yes.  That’s in the works, but I’ll also need some flexibility.  When the garden needs you; it needs you right then.

The MIA has taken somewhat of a back seat this winter as the Sierra Club and the permaculture work has ramped up.  That’s not to say I’ve been absent.  The Docent Discussion Group has been fun.  I’ve not dug into the research as much as I enjoy so I look forward to the March intensive on art history research.

I’ve also had a string of VTS tours with 2nd graders.   Visual Thinking Strategies require almost no preparation, but they do demand a lot of emotional investment during the tour.  These tours have reconnected me with second-graders and I’m glad.  They do not require the same intellectual engagement as my China tour last Friday did.

I enjoy the pace.

The Wonders of Cable

Winter      New Moon (Wild)     Weather now available at 3 sites under Andover Weather + on the right side of this page.

“Discovery consists in seeing what everyone else has seen but understanding it for the first time.” – Albert Szent-Gyorgyi

I read an article in the latest Wired about Comcast.  The article identified Comcast as one of the five most hated companies in the us.  It was number 56.  Number 58?  Our very own Northwest Airlines. That’s a twofer for those of us in the gopher state.

Comcast frustrates the living bejesus out of me sometimes, but ever since they finally got the fiber-optic laid to the highway about a thousand feet from our house, both TV and broadband signals have been steady.  They don’t make working with them easy though.

I got a new DVR box, hoping to increase the volume and the picture on our downstairs TV which both Kate and I use while exercising.  They wanted me to go over to their company store and pick up the new one.  I’m ordering a product that will make money for them and I have to drive all the way over to Brooklyn Park?  Nope. Deliver it.  Ok. 10.95 charge.  Maddening, but OK.  Will they take my old box?  Oh, Sure.

Last Wednesday the delivery guy shows up.  Oh, no.  I don’t work for Comcast.  I put the box in  his hands and said, take it anyway.  He did.

Then.  Power up the box and…  Nothing.  Sigh.  Calling Comcast has the same desirability as dragging chalk slowly across a black board (for those of you old enough to know what a black board is.).  Still.  I did it.  The guy sent me a signal.  Nothing happened.  He sent it again.  We powered down the box and powered it up.  Nothing. It might take a half hour to an hour, he said.  Right. OK.  If it doesn’t work after an hour, what then?  Well, service calls are running 3-5 days so you need to go—wait for it—to the nearest store and exchange it.

Good news?  By god it did come on in an hour and I was able to adjust the box using the handy guide delivered along with it.  A feat amazing in and of itself.  So, the volumes up and the picture is better.

No harm, no…  Nope. I’m within an inch of switching to the dish.  Still, inertia will set in as long as it works this time.

Research and the Stars

Winter     New Moon (Wild)

This morning I redid the research documents I create each afternoon for the Sierra Club.  I divided them into Minnesota news and Other news.  Since I had 6 documents, this means I now have 12.   It will make them more useful, I hope, since the national and international clips cluttered up easy access to the Minnesota bits.  Dividing the pages and moving the Other news out of the existing document (now MN…) took a while.

I also gave myself an early birthday present by ordering Starry Night 6.2 Plus.  I had Starry Night 3 which I purchased in 2000.  The upgrade has substantial new features including a searchable map of the whole sky.  The whole sky!  Geez.  On my computer.  Can you imagine?

Movement Backwards?

Winter   Waning Wolf Moon

At the Woolly meeting last Monday I said it encouraged me that a movement had begun to build that saw protecting the environment as a priority personally and politically.  Then I read the Pew and Rasmussen polls that said support for renewables and work against climate change has softened over the last six months to a year.

That contradicts my statement and made me sit back a moment.  Of course, one way to interpret that data takes into account the sudden, severe shock that the financial crisis has dealt our country and so many families within it.  With immediate peril something abstract and seemingily distant could have less priority.  I imagine that’s part of it.

Another possibility fingers the cynical disinformation crowd that works so hard to discredit the science.  They hope confusion and doubt will cause people to back away from the issue or at least set it down as one to complicated to consider.

The cold winter (.22 degrees above average according to Paul Douglas this morning) and thickening of the Arctic sea ice has affected some people.

Whatever the reason I do know that I have met more and more people who have dedicate serious amounts of time and energy and wealth to moving this country in the direction of Thomas Berry’s Great Work:  making sure we see in our lifetime the transition from a malign human presence on the earth to a benign one.  Whether an increasing movement or not, I’ve thrown my lot in with them and choose to remain there as long I have health and time.  Numbers do not now and have not ever determined truth.

A Cynic’s Surprise

Winter    Waning Wolf Moon

MPR broadcast the confirmation hearing of Ted Geithner while I went to the grocery store and picked up my print.  It changed my thinking.

The world weariness of all these Reagan clouded years, even during the Clinton presidency, has affected me, taken the glitter off my enthusiasm for Obama.  His election lifted my spirits, made me cry, attacked my cynicism.  I was glad.  Somehow, between then and now, the realization that Obama would be the 44th President sank in and the thought of 2 wars, the economic crisis, health care reform, climate change and a man with little personal political capital pushed me down again.

Listening to Geithner, though, buoyed me up.  The old free-market über alles rhetoric has disappeared.  Keynesian economic assumptions underlay his responses. He agreed, too, that health care reform preceded any monkeying with the specifics of medicare.

This may not sound like much, but anyone sensitive to economic patter would immediately recognize the difference between this man and the distant authority of Paulson or the doom machine of the Bush Whitehouse.  It made this cynic’s heart thaw a little, hope again.  Maybe, just maybe, the game has changed.

The Now

Winter  Waning Wolf Moon

“Forever is composed of nows.” – Emily Dickinson

Now is all we ever have.  The Buddha lived this truth into a faith.  We forget it often, living instead in a land filled with regrets and shame, or in a world flooded with anxieties.  Too little do we consider the lilies.  The rose beside us goes unnoticed in our rush to get to the next spot on our calendar, any spot but the one in which we find ourselves at the moment, the now.

This notion seems magical the more you dwell on it.  A focus on the moment, a determined grasp of the gestalt of now has the effect of letting regrets fall away, for they are in the past and calming anxieties, for they are in the future and the now is neither past nor future. It is now.

We can deal with this moment, this particular segment of our existence, the only part of our existence in which we are, ever.  It is those past moments which somehow found us lacking or those future moments in which our fears inhere that drag us away from serenity.  It does not need to be so.

Meditation can train us to focus on our breathing, our physical presence.  It can help us deal with the monkey mind that scrambles this way and that, shaking a stick of worry or throwing a rock of shame.  Even meditation, though, only trains us.  It trains us for life in the moment.

If you can, stop a moment.  Right now. Notice your feet, your hands.  Breathe in and breathe out.  Take a few deep breaths, use the diaphragm.  Notice the thoughts that come to you.  Notice them and let them go, let them pass on through.  They, too, have a journey.

This is all you know and all you need to know.  Right now.  Pregnant moment.  Your eternity.

Finally. A Democrat.

Winter     Waning Wolf Moon

That Obama guy is cool.  He walked out to his inauguration with a calm dignity.  He has endured the pomp and circumstance quite well, at least by outward appearance.

His speech reminded me that oratory has not lost its power to move us, to slip a knife in with delicacy, to create a new political atmosphere.   I cut out a few excerpts and reprinted them below.  Each one of them speaks to me, but I highlighted the portions that drove home matters especially important in my view:

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology’s wonders to raise health care’s quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories.

They (cynics) have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter’s courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent’s willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task. Let it be said by our children’s children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God’s grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Inaugration Day. Bright, Sunny. Cold

Winter

Waning Wolf Moon

The day has begun well.  Sunshine comes from a sky with cirrus clouds, a nice break after the cloudy weather.

Today Obama becomes the 44th president of the United States.  After our discussion last night at the Woollies, I realize I do run on a different political path than most.  The politics I care most about happen because citizens, folks like you and me, make them happen: neighborhood economic development, movement toward single payer health plans and initiatives that promote a sustainable human presence on mother earth.

The players in Washington create the atomsphere in which local politics occur.  That is, a president like George Bush can make federal level policy and bureaucratic administration so obstructive that local politics become shoring up of dikes, attempts to stave off catastrophe in poor communities or in rivers and streams, woodlands and lakes.  In the best case a president like Obama can make local politics the art of adapting federal level initiatives to particular places, particular situations while continuing the local political level work that has no federal equivalent.

Whether Obama can turn the great ship US Bureaucracy and Law very far from its collision course with the natural world remains to be seen.  Presidents don’t matter much to me unless, as in George W. Bush’s case and Ronald Reagan’s, they ignore science, shove aside the poor and pretend the rest of the world doesn’t matter.   Yes, they entangle us in wars and produce fiscal policy that either mainline’s greed or provides reasonable checks and balances, and, yes, these matters are of crucial importance to certain people in certain situations; but my day to day reality, the politics of economic justice and the politics of sound ecology, must go forward no matter what the national government does.

So, I hope Obama will prove helpful in some way, but I’m not counting on it.  We still have to push the Clean Car initiatives and Mining without Harm.  Programs to help folks get back to work have to get money from somewhere.  Affordable housing has to get built.

In my youth I believed, along with many of my contemporaries, that a mass movement could push the federal government into stopping a war, creating a just economic society and dismantling racial barriers.  Now I understand that it is much more important to keep on working at the local level, doing those things that are necessary to  move what can be moved.  Why?  Because anticipating the federal government will, with a single whoosh, solve a problem is like imagining Daddy can come and solve everyone of your problems.  Can Dad help?  Sure.  But only if you’re ready and able to receive help.  That’s the local politics.  And it goes on whether Richard Nixon or Bill Clinton is in office, Ronald Reagan or Jimmy Carter, and, yes, George W. Bush or Barack Obama.

Woolly Mammoth Meeting.

Just drove in from Minneapolis and another Woolly meeting.  Road spray coated the windshield as snow spit out from a darkened, starless sky.

We met and discussed the financial situation around supper.  Almost uniform pessissism and gloom.  It felt weird to me to have this kind of conversation in Charlie Haislet’s top floor, two level condominium with its rooftop garden, first floor balcony and its grand view of downtown.   We, as a group, while not uniform in our resources are uniform in that none of us face starvation, homelessness or even severe disruption.  Have some of us lost thousands, even hundreds of thousands of paper dollars?  Yes.  Does that make us poor?  No.

The worst that could happen is that some of us might have to downsize our homes, live more modestly.  Does that mean a diminished quality of life?  No.

After supper we discussed the next four years and our assessment of where our country would be at the end of Obama’s first administration.  There was a surprising (to me) note of optimism that dominated.  Some of this seemed to be a hope that Obama as an African-American changes the playing field by his presence on it.  Some of it seem to be a hope that we will work our way through the changes in the fiscal situation because we must.  Charlie H worries that an Obama administration will take their eye off the security ball and we will have a nation less safe.  He also worries that throwing government money at the problem is nonsense.  I did not follow that part of what he said.

Frank thought a lot of unprintable things.