Category Archives: Politics

The Little Legislature That Could

Imbolc             Full Moon of Winds

Kate tweaked her neck at work.  Ouch.

The temperature has gone below zero one more time, -4.  I heard on MPR today that the National Weather Service averaged all the highs and lows across the country.  This winter was .5 degree warmer than last year.  Not here in Minnesota, or the Upper Midwest, but highs in the Southwest and West balanced us out.

The little engine that could has begun to huff and puff its way up the halls of the Minnesota Legislature.  There’s a lot of I think I can, I think I can, I know I can, I’ll try going on over there.  Unlike the children’s book however, this is a massive moving body with many interchangeable parts.  I’m pulling for it to get up the hill.  We all  need it to make it.

The cold weather can leave us now.  The proud Minnesotan part of the winter is over; we’ve made our stand, yet another successful one, but now it’s time for a little warm weather.  Coming Saturday I understand.

I Love the Midwest

Imbolc      Waxing Moon of Winds

Finished the Asmat tour and a visual thinking strategies (VTS) tour for 3rd graders.  I give them tomorrow morning.

Put together the legislative update for the Sierra Club blog and a morning entry for the Star-Trib.  Soon, it will be nap time.

This afternoon and over the weekend I’ll dig back into the American Identity piece for the 15th. It’s been fallow since Monday, but it has not disappeared from my consciousness.  I’m leaning now toward a definite geographic hook, an addition to the more usual psycho-political work I’ve read in Huntington and some of the other essays.  I’m not sure yet whether I consider it an equivalent to those notions or whether it is a more important category.

Here’s what I mean.  The notion of a nation is abstract, in the instance of a nation as geographically large as the USA, it can become even more abstract.  My hunch is that, as all politics are local, so are all experiences of national identity.  In other words, my experience of my land, my hometown, my home state or region is, both of necessity and emotional depth, the basic ingredient of my affection for my native land.

That is not to say that This land is my land, from California to the New York Island doesn’t also inform my national identity.  I feel the Rockies and hollers of Appalachia, the rain forests of Washington State and the glaciers of Montana have a place in my sense of national identity, some of them in spite of my never having visited them.  They recede in importance for me, however, when I compare them to acre after acre of corn and wheat.  They do not have the emotional resonance for me the Great Lakes have, especially Huron, Michigan and Superior.  My life has been lived in the towns and cities of the Midwest and I love the Midwest.  When I think of my US identity, I think first of the Midwest.

More on this to come.

Meeting on the Phone

Imbolc            Waxing Wild Moon

The environmental groups with whom I have begun to work more and more do something I really like.  A lot of the committee meetings happen over the phone.

At first I thought, how impersonal.  I need body language, facial expressions.  Won’t work.

Then, I thought.  Wait a minute.  I don’t have to drive into the city for a one-hour meeting, at least a 2.5 to 3 hour overall time commitment.  Both groups with whom I’m working closely meet once a week since the legislature is in session.  That means I save 3-4 hours a week in both drive time and fuel expenditure.

There is still, though, the personal factor.  I think of Alvin Toffler, high tech-high touch.  At some point I’m going to want to see the people I’m meeting with over the phone, if for nothing else than to  match face to voice.

Now if we could just get those video conference deals set up I might never have to leave home.   What this does free me up to do is to spend an afternoon or so at the capitol, covering hearings live.  Much more direct benefit to my work than the meetings themselves.

The Moon of Winds Delivers

Imbolc        New Moon (Moon of Winds)

The moon of winds has already begun to deliver.  We’ve had gusts up to 15 and average windspeeds of up to 5.6 mph.  All the air and clouds running before a snow storm coming to us from the west.

The legislative situation has begun to pick up speed.  I’m not sure what all the momentum will do when it hits the wall of the new revenue forecast, anticipated to raise our state deficit by some billions more.

Two China tours tomorrow.  I’m doing my 8 dynasties tour for these Chinese language students from Highland Park High School in St. Paul.

Off to Costco.  No, not again.  Never made it Tuesday.  Gotta go today.  The dogs need food.

I Can Get Satisfaction

Imbolc   Waning Wild Moon

I don’t yet feel a time crunch in my life, but I have sensed the increasing speed with which events zoom onto my radar.  I may have to alter my daily schedule, for example, I have worked out around 4 pm for several years now, but shifts in other events now make that difficult.  Workouts may have to move back to the mornings, where they were for many years.

The Sierra Club political work satisfies a deep need I have for agency in the political process.  Long, long ago I integrated “if you’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.” into my Self.  I’ve tried to decide against it from time to time, but that has always proved futile.  Resistance is futile.

The Docent work satisfies another deep need, this one for constant contact with art and opportunities to learn and think about it.  The two year training program allowed me to put down medium roots in global art history; now I spend time pushing those roots deeper into the soil of the world’s artistic heritage and spreading them out across continents and movements.

So, change.  The only constant.  Again.

Working Myself Out Of A Glum Mood

Imbolc   Waning Wild Moon

It’s cold again.  8 degrees with 3 for a windchill.  I’m always glad when the weather gets in synch with season, at least the seasons as I knew them.

I had drifted away from working out over the last ten days, too afraid I’d fall over on the treadmill or bonk myself with free weights.  Whenever that happens, I can get glum, down.  I did, but after a workout on the treadmill this afternoon my mood lightened.  Partly because I did not fall off.

The legislative committee for the Sierra Club meets via conference call every Wednesday night at 7pm.  I’ve chaired two meetings now since Dan, the chair, is also a lobbyist for Clean Water Action.  Some of our bills have begun to pop and the politics look complicated already.  Gonna be a good spring.

When The Bell Tolls, It Tolls For Tor and Celt and Morgana…

Imbolc   Waning Wild Moon

Our Arcosanti bell has rung and rung today.  A north wind has blown in at speeds up to 24 mph.

Kate bought this bell quite a while ago on a trip to see her father.  When she brought it back, we had just experienced two Wolfhound deaths, I believe it was Celt and Scot.  I suggested we hang it and let it be a memorial bell for all of our dogs.  And so we did.

My day at the capitol yesterday wore me out.  I remember when I would go to the capitol and be there all day, sometimes until late in the night.  Geez.  It’s a long drive in to St. Paul, so I’m going to limit myself to one trip in a week for right now.  As the weather warms and the session gets more action oriented, I may go in more.

It’s important to be there from time to time, to take the pulse of the place myself for the Sierra Club blog.

Liverish Lips, Gray Hair, Needs Naps, Vertiginous OMG!

Imbolc      Waning Wild Moon

The stomach has begun to return to normal.  Vertigo much less.

Got some pictures back from the retreat and noticed that my lips have taken on that old man’s coloring, a sort of liverish brownish red.  Goes great with the gray hair.

Off to the capitol for a noon lunch with the Sierra Club lobbyist and the chair of the Legislative Committee.  We’ll discuss my role as the guy in charge of legislative communications.  I also plan to sit in on a committee hearing at 3pm if my need for a nap doesn’t over power me.  (Let’s see.  Liverish lips, gray hair, needs naps, vertiginous. OMG!)

Gonna take my new netbook with me and join the crowds of under 40’s I see with their laptops everywhere.  When I went to the Jasmine last night for the Woolly meeting, the evening dinner crowd had gathered in the booths at the Bad Waitress.  5 booths along the window out of six had couples with food and a laptop each.  Most had their laptops on and were busy doing something.

It reminded me of the Arlo and Janis cartoon a couple of weeks ago.  Arlo and Janis both have cellphones to their ears and their land line rings.  Arlo says, “This is ridiculous.”  Yep.

I’m So Happy

Imbolc      Waxing Wild Moon

The sun set bathed in salmon robes.  The temperature has gone up; the wind has quieted.  There is still a faint light as we move toward full darkness.

Most of the day today I worked on the Sierra Club blog.  Boy, do I feel in over my head.  Just like last fall with the political committee, only this time I have an actual responsibility.  I’ve got to get up to speed on both the Club’s campaigns, complex in some instances, like Building Sensible Communities, and I also have to know the on-the-ground work at the capitol.  So far I’ve not figured a good method for doing either.

All of which, oddly enough, makes me happy.  It means that I’m into something with sufficient complexity and importance to demand all of me.  Art history has me the same way, as did religion and neighborhood politics before them.

Agnotology, A Sad and Important Word. Thanks, Robert Proctor

Winter  (for us Celts, the last day of Winter.  Imbolc starts tomorrow, actually this evening.)   Waxing Wild Moon

Clive Thompson taught me a new word:  agnotology.  Clive writes a regular column in Wired, one of my favorite magazines.  He reports in his column (2/09 issue) on the work of Stanford historian of science , Robert Proctor.  Proctor believes that when it comes to contentious issues our knowledge decreases.  He offers climate change, evolution and Obama’s religion as examples of contention decreasing our knowledge.  Thus, the neologism agnotology means “the study of culturally constructed ignorance.”

Proctor says his research shows that when society doesn’t know something, it’s often because special interest groups have intentionally created the confusion.

“People always assume that if someone doesn’t know something, it’s because they haven’t paid attention or haven’t yet figured it out.  But ignorance also comes from people literally suppressing the truth–or drowning it out–or trying to make it so confusing that people stop caring about what’s true and what’s not.”

Clive believes we need to focus on the disinformation revolution.  “The ur-example of of what Proctor calls an agnotological campaign is the funding of bogus studies by cigarette companies trying to link cancer to baldness, viruses–anything but their product.”

I’ve known about the holocaust deniers, the global warming deniers and the active suppression of test results by drug companies but I never had a word for it before and now I do.  These agnotologists give evil a fleshly form.  Think of Cheney and his willingness to bend intelligence to fit his preconceived agenda for war in Iran.  Think of the dozens of websites I come across in my Sierra Club research that point to cold weather and cite it as proof global warming has no clothes.  Think of the anti-Semites of today trying to cloud the horror of Nazi death chambers with manufactured doubt.  Agnotological campaigns all.

As Thompson says later on in his column, “If we are argue about what the facts mean, we’re having a debate.  If what we argue about what the facts are, it’s agnotological Armageddon, where reality dies screaming.”