Irony Builds Strong Bodies 8 Ways

Winter                                                                           Cold Moon

inaugurationA gentle snow falls at 5:00 am here on Shadow Mountain, kicking off inauguration week. As my brother, Mark, wrote, we’re about to have the biggest political change in our history on Friday. Irony, thy name today is the calendar. Yes, it’s Martin Luther King day and our president-elect, knowing still his base, has made it a day to declare John Lewis a man of too much talk. The layers of irony could not be separated without a welding torch.

There is this, too. The world’s 8 richest men hold as much wealth as the poorest 3.6 billion, half of the world’s population. (NYT on Oxfam report, 1/16/17) In what must be the chief irony of this moment (choosing from so many) a billionaire who has gold plated rooms, towers named after himself and a callous disregard for truth, justice and the American way came to the Presidency thanks to those left behind by this Gilded Age on Steroids.

gilded-age.gjf_The takeaway from this challenge to the roots of our Republic lies in understanding the power of the left behind. In this case those left behind are the former rulers of the land: white men and their families. Their advocates include the KKK, the White Citizen’s Council, various militia and tea party groups and Donald Trump. Wow. Look at that sentence. Yes, the election was lost because former manufacturing workers, miners, those without a college education, came together for one last grasp, leaning far off the carousel horse for the brass ring.

Note that they are far from the only left behind. Think of those 3.6 billion. Think of those whose residence here has suffered barrier after barrier to equal citizenship: blacks, Latinos, LGBT folk, women, immigrants, Native Americans, those very Americans whose champion, Martin Luther King, we celebrate this day, four days before the inauguration.

chaplinBut. Working class whites were left behind. Their pain is real. Their anger justified. Their choice of solutions abysmal. 100 years from now historians will be able to see this strange time we call the 21st century and perhaps be able to pull apart the strands of circumstance making it what it is. Was it really globalization that cost all those good-paying blue collar jobs? How much did automation have to do with it? What role did the increasing diversity of the United States play? We are moving to a nation in which no ethnic group will be a majority of the population.

One real and very difficult problem is education as a divider of the nation*. This excerpt from an ABC News article and the reality of 8 men owning more than 3.6 billion people make a quick explanation for the rise of right wing populism not only here in the U.S., but in Europe, too. The truth is neither liberals nor conservatives know how to repair this chasm. Liberals have ignored the pain of downwardly mobile whites and paid in the coin of the political realm for it. Hopefully, we will now come together as a left-wing and promote policies that will lift up all working class people, once we discover what might work.

BTW: repealing basic health care is not the route toward a solution.

*”Americans with no more than a high school diploma have fallen so far behind college graduates in their economic lives that the earnings gap between college grads and everyone else has reached its widest point on record.

The growing disparity has become a source of frustration for millions of Americans worried that they — and their children — are losing economic ground.

College graduates, on average, earned 56 percent more than high school grads in 2015, according to data compiled by the Economic Policy Institute. That was up from 51 percent in 1999 and is the largest such gap in EPI’s figures dating to 1973.

Since the Great Recession ended in 2009, college-educated workers have captured most of the new jobs and enjoyed pay gains. Non-college grads, by contrast, have faced dwindling job opportunities and an overall 3 percent decline in income, EPI’s data shows.

“The post-Great Recession economy has divided the country along a fault line demarcated by college education,” Anthony Carnevale, director of Georgetown University’s Center on Education and the Workforce, said in a report last year.” ABC News

Choose

Winter                                                                             Cold Moon

climbHow often do we get chances to start over? I guess no more than a couple of times a day. I know, sounds like too little, eh? Maybe you’re right. Let’s go with, oh say, infinite chances. Why? Because each moment brings a choice, paths that you can take from that place to a next one. And, each time you have a choice, you can choose. Differently.

Now you’ll probably say that the baggage carrying you to this moment isn’t amenable to being sloughed off, ignored, put in the past. You’re right. Even on a new path you carry the backpack filled with prior choices. Such a load can be heavy, weighing you down, making forward or sideways or diagonal movements seem sluggish or downright impossible. Or, you can choose to set the backpack down. Just leave it. It won’t matter. All that’s in it is from yesterday or further away in time. Its content will stay there and if you need something, go back and pick it up. After all, it’s your baggage. So, recommendation here: left luggage for your weight.

changeAll right. Now that you’ve made a new choice, gone down a different path, jettisoned the constraints you imagined held you back, get on with it. Afraid? That’s ok. Fear is a clue. You’re alive. The way ahead is uncertain. But, think about it. The way ahead is always uncertain. If fact, we all have to realize that there may be no way ahead. The next moment may find us in the grave. So, given the choice between the grave and doing something you fear–which means you are still alive–you can choose to be, if not brave, at least rugged.

And guess what? Once you’ve gone ahead and made that speech, gone for that interview, told that person how you really feel, jumped off the high board, walked into that first class, settled in your seat for the flight to Nepal, you’re ready for your next choice. And the one after that. And the one after that. You’re free to choose the rest of your life. May as well.

 

Vagrant Morpheus

Winter                                           Cold Moon

It’s 2:30 a.m. Do you know where your sleep is? I sure don’t. Ironically, I just purchased a product recommended by my physician’s group. It actually worked pretty well, but didn’t quite push me over into the second sleep cycle. I think it will work over time. But. Not tonight.

My body insists on a medieval rhythm, the old sleep cycle of two four hour segments broken up by an hour or so awake. I don’t always get 8 hours but I do get that time in between. Whether I want it or not.

So, I’m communicating with you during the break. Of course, I’m using the laptop, blue light screwing with my something or other, but what the hell? I’m awake.

The quiet of deep night soothes me. Sometimes I wonder why I waste this peaceful time; especially up here on Shadow Mountain with the forest and other mountains around us, all the wild night time critters prowling, but silent. The mind goes wide open, distracted by none of the busy daytime humanness of trucks and cars, phone calls, errands.

I’m using this opportunity in the middle of the night to talk about the sleep I’m not having. I get that it’s ironic, too. So, from the dark, in the Rocky Mountains, I’ll stop all this irony and go back to bed.

Seeing the Surgeon

Winter                                                          Cold Moon

 

Final visit to my surgeon today. X-rays of the new knee will be taken. This whole process has been much harder than I imagined, though I admit my imagination didn’t have much information.

Was it worth it? The next few weeks will give a certain answer. Going back to the decision to have the surgery answers this question from another perspective. The only direction for my arthritic knee, 90% of its cartilage gone and bone spurs asserting themselves, was to get worse. Since it made hiking and working out difficult, the future for an active life did not look positive. In that regard even pain cessation and stabilization of the joint would be success. I’m hoping, and seeing, that the end result will be more, letting me back into workouts and hikes. So, unless something unforeseen asserts itself, the answer will be yes, it was worth it.

Would I recommend it? Not without making the recovery process clear. A month plus a little is a long time to be medicated and in pain. Healing, too, requires physical therapy which exacerbates, initially and for some time, the pain and the need for strong drugs. This is not an easy choice unless you really want fewer restrictions on your activity level. I did.

The aging process offers many character building opportunities. This has been one of them.

 

 

Bought Just-In-Case

Winter                                                                  Cold Moon

The full cold moon lights up the back, hanging above Shadow Mountain in the northwest sky.  A dusting of fresh snow, maybe 1/2″, was easy to clear off the back deck. Minnesota cred should find me feeling warm at 23 degrees, but I’m slipping, beginning to absorb the local definitions of cold. If it’s in the single digits, down coats and Sorels. Well, I’m not quite there. Not yet.

Brother Mark is my Phnom Penh stringer right now, reporting live from the streets. He saw Hanukkah candles and a Chabad House, a crying Chinese girl, a naked Khmer boy playing with a string attached to his sister’s hand, a casino called Nagaworld where he found clean restrooms and lots of smoking. Mark also reports that the Cambodian economy is enjoying steady 7% growth, an increasing affluence he can see compared to his last visit ten years ago. I’m glad to hear this. I liked the Cambodians I met in 2004 during my trip to Angkor.

Apparently, my doc wanted to be sure I’d gotten off the bad drugs. We did my 6-month PSA, still following up after the prostatectomy and did a panel she wanted to see. Lisa cares about her patients and it was clear yesterday she wanted to be sure I was getting past the surgery. A good feeling.

Here’s a note from Pinecam.com to finish off. Just a glimpse into what’s out there:

“Selling a BNIB Radical Firearms AR15 rifle and a Radical Firearms 7.5” AR15 pistol. These are factory-built firearms, not garage builds. New in boxes, never fired.

I bought these before the election “just-in-case” but now I don’t really have a need for them. My loss, your gain.

$500 each. Comes with all factory swag and a few nice extras. Sorry, no mags included.

For some reason I can’t seem to upload photos to this ad, but do have a complete ad with more details and photos on Armslist under “Firearms”.”