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Out of the INFERNO

Daunte just never got it together.  Dennis Green might have been part of the problem.  Most of it, though, lay between Daunte’s ears.  Something never clicked.

“MIAMI (AP) – Daunte Culpepper summed up his thoughts Thursday in two words, which ushered in the start of a new era for the former Pro Bowl quarterback. “Farewell NFL,” he wrote”

IRONY

Here is an example of irony.  I mean, gosh.  Gee whiz.  Give me a break.  After working steadfastly and with clear intent to keep women down, now the evangelicals will redress a wrong they have a direct hand in reinforcing.  Wow.

“One more reason why the evangelicals are likely to get behind McCain-Palin: The ticket gives Americans the chance to redress another historical social wrong by finally putting a woman in the White House.”  from Politics in Minnesota.

GREEN?  Who should get your vote?

Local boy, Tom Friedman, the mensch of St. Louis Park, nails it.  This is the same point I tried to make with the Political Butchery post.

“As we emerge from Labor Day, college students are gathering back on campuses not only to start the fall semester, but also, in some cases, to vote for the first time in a presidential election. There is no bigger issue on campuses these days than environment/energy. Going into this election, I thought that — for the first time — we would have a choice between two “green” candidates. That view is no longer operative — and college students (and everyone else) need to understand that.

With his choice of Sarah Palin — the Alaska governor who has advocated drilling in the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge and does not believe mankind is playing any role in climate change — for vice president, John McCain has completed his makeover from the greenest Republican to run for president to just another representative of big oil.”  Thomas Friedman, NYT

Ecological Gardens

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The morning.  More gazpacho.  Another triple batch.  This time Kate will can it.  We had a blind taste test and found we liked the canned gazpacho even more than the fresh.  Go figure.  Making a large batch is not difficult, but it does consume time.  A lot of steps. Cut. Mash. Pulse. (cuisinart)  Dice.  Blend.

This afternoon.  Kate wanted to see what we won on a scratch game card that came in the newspaper.  So I called.  The result was a canned patter by a nice young woman who wanted to sell us a $4,600 vacuum cleaner and air freshener!  Geez.  We stopped the pitch in mid-stride, she gathered up the Defender and the Majestic and walked out of house.  Whooo.

At 3 Paula Westmoreland and Lindsay Reban of Ecological Gardens came.  They will develop a phased plan for us that will stretch out over 4-5 years.  Their work has Permaculture as its basis, so they will help move our property further in the direction of sustainability.  I plan to document the process on a companion website to AncienTrails.  I have no name for it, but when I’m ready to get going, I’ll let you know.

I liked Paula and Lindsay.  They seemed like the kind of folks I understand.  The first product from them will be an orchard plan, then a more comprehensive plan for projects spaced over time.  It will be fun and will take our property into another zone.

The Bulb Came On

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When I began to plan the beds for the transplanted lilies and iris, I realized it would be good to dig in daffodils, too.  Daffodils, then Iris, then Lilies. But nobody sells daffodil bulbs in August.  They come out in late September, October.  The lily and iris placement will make digging in daffodils harder, more of a gymnastic act, since the daffodils go below the lilies which go below the iris.

Then, before I went to sleep last night, I had an aha.  I already have plenty of daffodil bulbs.  Planted.  I have around 600 daffodil bulbs in various places, so I got out the garden spade and went at an area.  Result?  Plenty of daffodil bulbs.  Now all I need is a cool, rainy day to plant all three.

Another matter.  About noon I got hungry and decided to go out for lunch.  I don’t do this often, usually only if I’m in the Cities, but for some reason I wanted to today.  Originally, I wanted to find a new Asian place that specializes in regional cuisines.  Couldn’t locate it.  Then I remembered the Jackson Street Bar and Grille.  I had not been there.  It  is in downtown Anoka.   So, I went there.

The bar stretches the entire length of the building, a good half-block.  New furnishings, including several wide-screen TV’s which, when I walked in, featured a blond country western singer.  Her song was “Come On Over.  I can’t get enough.”  There was also a Big Buck hunting video game.  You get the drift.

When the waitress came for my order, I ordered a bacon cheeseburger and tater tots.  This is not health food.  Over the last couple of weeks I have eaten more and more like a snowmobile racer or retro-guy.  When I put it this way, I reveal the conundrum.  It almost seems like somebody else has ordered the burgers, the Arby’s, the milkshakes, the Steak bites.  As a committed existentialist, I’m sure it was me and I know I’m responsible, yet I keep doing it.

Relentless in my self-analysis I tried to figure out why.  The usual hunch is stress, but I don’t feel stressed at all.  If I’m denial about that, it’s a pretty effective form.  An idea crossed my mind.  It may be that I’m so used to having a problem with myself to work on:  cigarettes, alcohol, relationships, exercise, writing that when I feel life is pretty good I ramp one up for consideration.  As I thought about it, this made some sense to me.  I’ll take a nap on it.

Any Woman or Any African-American? NO

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“The cocks may crow, but it’s the hen that lays the egg.” – Margaret Thatcher

I agree with Margaret.  She laid several big eggs while Prime Minister. One of them was the poll tax.

Let me be clear about the post below.   Voting for a candidate based on any secondary characteristic, i.e. skin color, gender, national origin, religion or sexual orientation without careful consideration of the policies and general political stance concedes your political principles.  I know in some cases this is very tempting, say for example Hillary as a woman or Obama as a black man.  Even some folks will consider Palin just because she is a woman.  I believe there are good arguments for electing somewhat less than ideal women candidates, black candidates, Muslim candidates (less than ideal=politics somewhat different from your own) in order to increase diversity in the policy making branches of government.

This less than ideal concept does not apply to President.  Why?  Simple.  The President has too much power.  A Presidential candidate must be as close to your politics as possible to be worthy of your vote.  Unlike a Senator or a House member, they have no caucus to leaven their views, no entire body to smooth out the rough edges.  A President decides and disposes within the Executive Branch. The President determines his/her parties agenda in Congress, at least on certain important matters, matters that will have priority to those who voted for them–like you.

Is it important that a woman become President?  Yes, I believe it is.  Is it important that any woman become President?  Absolutely not.  Is it important that a black person, male or female, become President?  Yes, I believe it is.  Any black person?  Absolutely not.  In the primary races I did not support Hillary or Barack because they are both too centrist for me.  I preferred Kuchinich and Edwards.  Now that the winnowing process has ended though, Barack is the Presidential candidate closest to my political views.  He is to the right of my own positions, but the choice is down to two.  In this case proximity to my own views and his skin color both matter to me.

As I wrote the other day, Obama’s policies and political rhetoric don’t excite me, but the visual of an African-American as President, so long as they are not, say, Alan Keyes or Clarence Thomas, does.  Last evening I rode up in the elevator with an African-American couple.  They were young.  He had the Star-Tribune in his hand and read a quote to his girl friend.  “See,”  he said, “He spoke to the women who were supporting Hillary.  He’ll get their support.”  I don’t know about his analysis, but the fact that he was excited gladdened my heart.  Blessed be.

Driving for Clean Air

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New (Harvest) Moon

OK.  I admit there is some irony to driving into the city for one interview, especially when the candidate interviews for the Sierra Club endorsement.  On balance though I think participation in the process outweighs the carbon emissions.   Of course, I would say that, wouldn’t I?

Anyhow I did it.  We met for an hour with a Green party candidate in a suburban race.  One of the key elements of real life politics is that it happens in the actual, not the theoretical world.  That means just having good ideas and sound knowledge only puts you part way there.  The other, equally important part, lies in the campaign, election and governing process.  Without a good campaign structure, strategy and money all the bright ideas in the world are no good.  If elected, politics then entails the messy process of governing:  bills, committees, deals.

This guy was real bright.  A great grasp of the issues Sierra Club cares about.  But the political side of his equation had a near zero.  Multiply zero times any number of good ideas and you know what you get?  Zero.

Still, seeing him in person enables my input into the decision to have grounding.

Crabby but Eco-Friendly

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A Sierra club blogger caught these comments after her light hearted, energetic account of her second day at the Democratic convention:

What I would like to know is the substance of what is being said and promised to America. The rest is nonsense and not worth our time.

I would also like more substance. This is time consuming, I don’t appreciate my time being wasted on insignicant information.

I agree with Bruce. Less fluff, more substance.

I posted the following:

Geez. Lighten up. Color is part of the information. This kind of crabby feedback is part of the problem we have in general. Who wants to listen to folks who sound like tight-lipped great-grand parents?

The environmental movement has a large dose of self-righteousness that often brooks no dissent.  It is not unlike the New Left of the sixties.  The tone and flavor of “I’m right and you’re not” creates a sense of condescension that impeded the capacity to get our message to the people who need to hear it.  Are we wrong about some things?  History assures us we are?  Which things?  Well, it is not history yet.  This reality should make us more humble.

I watched a good film the other night called U-571.  The plot is irrelevant here, but the Captain said to his Ex O, “To be a captain you have to make decisions with imperfect information and no time for consideration.”  This is the human condition on all the great issues of the day.  We get further with each other if we admit our information is imperfect.  What we look for is the trend, the decision that if not made will hurt us more than inaction.  Climate change sure seems to be one of those decisions.  Could we have some of the science wrong?  Absolutely. Is the trend clear enough to make decisions now imperative?  Seems so to me.

But there may be some who read the data differently.  They might disagree about urgency, agency.   They might disagree, as noted physicist Freeman Dyson does, with the assumptions that go into the climate models.  Those of us, though, who see the need for action must make our case in a way others can at least agree with us that acting is more important than the possibility of being wrong in some of the details.  That’s our task.

Right Regrets

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“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.” – Arthur Miller

Arthur Miller.  Once married to Marilyn Monroe.  A right regret?  Who knows.

His point seems apt.  Until scientists convince us we do not have free will (another time), all we have in life are the choices we make.  Since the world and its manifold dynamics function chaotically (thought not without a kind of order), making choices that reflect our true values and our authentic Selves are the best we can do.  Results have so much to do with accidents of birth, i.e. man, woman, white, black, Latino, Asian, African, poor parents, middle class parents, rich parents, country of origin:  USA, Namibia, Brazil, Bangladesh, France, Georgia, era: middle ages, reformation, 19th century, 23rd century, not to mention genetic endowments and psychological environment, the crucial forks in the road for each individual life.

This reality gives Taoism a special resonance for me.  Conforming ourselves to the movement of heaven means recognizing all these various factors as they come to a point in an individual life, our life.  Attunement rather than atonement.  We scan the heavens, using the I Ching, the Tao Te Ching, our minds and discern where to adapt and where to use the times as leverage for our choices.  Even a perfectly attuned Taoist, a sage, may have no result in their life if the times and the heavens have no room for their ambitions.

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Thus, we can only choose.  Our choices, not the results, define our regrets.  If we choose paths consistent with our values and our authentic Selves, then we will have only the right regrets.   Why?  Because we will have not betrayed who we are and we  will not have betrayed those values we clasp to our hearts.  The results come from the movement of the heavens as  our choices either align with them or bump into their hard reality.

It may be that I have added one step too many.  If we align ourselves with the Tao, the movement of heaven, then our values may be of no importance.  If a value serves to set one in conflict with the movement of heaven, then, if I understand the Tao, it can force one out of alignment with the Tao.  This can violates conforming ourselve to the movement of heaven.

This is what I mean when I say life does not need meaning, it is meaning; life does not need purpose, it is purpose.

An Old Guy Observation

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Waning Crescent of the Corn Moon

The Democratic convention.  Ironically for our family, in Denver where our clan has strong roots.  The Republican convention.  Equally ironical, here in St. Paul.

Here’s an, oh my god I’m an old guy thought, but conventions aren’t what they were when I was a kid.  When primaries began to take the decision about party nominees out of the hands of power brokers and the politics of a particular convention, conventions became mass marketing.  No fun.  Not interesting.  In the past I watched convention coverage as eagerly as the final 4 in the NCAA or the Indianapolis 500.  No more.

My gut tells me that Obama will sit down with his folks, figure out a strategy to focus his campaign on two or three issues-probably the economy, health care reform and energy independence.  He and Biden will punch those home.  They will be more dynamic, more thoughtful, and not Republican.  In the end this should be enough.

Obama needs help, no doubt about that.  He’s a young, inexperienced politician running against a Washington insider, again.  I mean, Hillary was a prime example of an insider.  He’s black.  He’s smart.  He needed this non-incumbent race following an unpopular presidency to give his way outside the box personal situation a chance.  He has it and I think he’ll win pulling away.

Gazpacho tomorrow and planting.  Gazpacho first.

Chou Nu Er, Xin QiJi

A final post for the China poetry series

Chou Nu Er

In days when I was young and didn’t know the taste of sorrow
I like to climb the storied tower,
I like to climb the storied tower;
To write the latest odes I forced myself to tell of sorrow.

Now that I understand the taste of sorrow altogether
I would like to tell, but stop,
I would like to tell, but stop;
Instead I say, ‘What a cool day! Such lovely autumn weather!’