26
Jan
12

gross inflation

I had supper tonight with some friends whose brother works at Disney World. They told me that last week Obama visited Disney World for a photo opportunity (supposedly promoting Florida tourism) and a big section of the park had to be completely shut down.

The security measures necessary to support this publicity stunt were extraordinary. Disney employees were all wanded down TSA style, military snipers were positioned on the tops of every building, and the air was said to be thick with helicopters.

As they were telling me this, two questions seized my brain. The first was, “Ohmygod how much did all this cost the taxpayers and Disney?” And the second question was, “Is this guy Obama really worth it?”

I don’t know the answer to the first question, but the cost has to have run into many hundreds of thousands of dollars. The answer to the second question is an unequivocal “No.”

Obama is a sell-out figurehead just like all the other politicians. All the security measures and trappings of power are just stage dressing to convince us that Obama really matters. He doesn’t. He gets to play the role of President for a time, while in reality he is someone else’s bitch.

If Obama had any real power or integrity, he would be keeping his campaign promises (which he is not).

The idea I cannot shake off is that, surrounded by Secret Service details, swat teams, and swarms of helicopters, these buffoon politicians have to be experiencing ego inflation on a monumental scale. Even though they know they’re just the puppets of the real powers-that-be, on some level these politicians start believing their own phony press.

Obama probably has Lincolnesque visions of grandeur dancing in his head. What a crock.

It is stunning to me that our political process in America has reduced us to “choosing” between the lesser of two evils. Can you imagine the gross inflation of ego that would occur if Newt Gingrich were elected to the presidency? He is already a big enough windbag without pumping him up even more.

By the way, if you delight as much as I do in windbag jokes, my friend George Phenix has a choice collection of quotes and observations about the “fair weather spouse (and ally?)” on his blog at http://www.blogofages.net/2012/01/newt-gingrich-jerk.html. Check it out. You won’t be disappointed.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Buddy Knox performing “Party Doll”

25
Jan
12

cheaper by the dozen

After Holly died and I was alone, I made a conscious decision that I was never going to become a lonely old man.

At the time—and because it was so soon after Holly’s last illness—I imagined what it would be like to be sick and dying without anyone being there to support me as I had supported her, and it was this horrific vision that first motivated my decision. But now that so much time has passed, I realize that this vision was a false fear.

No, the greater horror would have been living alone—but I couldn’t have known that at the time because I had not yet begun creating my fictive kin family and could not have imagined what it has become to me today. There is not a week that goes by that I do not hear from at least two or more of my kids. Even though I live a solitary existence at Estrella Vista, the abundance of love that fills my life crowds out any potential feelings of loneliness. I am blessed beyond all expectations.

(The funny thing is, I now expect that when death does come I will be here alone, but that does not concern me at all. I need no one here to hold my hand; in fact, I think I prefer that I should be alone when the time comes. I hope it will be a surprise at a time quite distant from now because there is so much yet to do, and life in the meantime is so satisfactory because of the richness of my family relationships.)

A couple days ago a reader wrote and said that she envied me for the number of friendships and mentors in my life, and I have been thinking about this ever since. I want to say that far from being an object of envy, I would prefer being seen as an example of a very ordinary person who has discovered the key to creating an extraordinarily happy life. And the key is this: there is no limitation on the amount of love you can project onto others.

The one thing every person in the world most values is being singled out from all the other people in the world and being loved. We all go through life having been conditioned to the idea of scarcity in all things—there never seems to be enough time, money, resources, etc. to satisfy us. There are way too many people who live their lives without a sense of being loved enough or even being loveable.

Well, this is what I have figured out—and I have done it through the process of creating my fictive kin family. Love is the most valued coin of the realm, but it is scarce only if you’re on the receiving end of a transaction. If you’re on the giving end, the law of scarcity does not apply. Each of us has within us a boundless capacity for projecting love onto others—an unlimited expense account!

When I started out creating my family, I mistakenly believed that I could only love one or two extra kids and I would be all spent out. But over time I kept taking more young people into my life and I found to my great surprise that my account was never overdrawn. The more love I gave, the more I got back. There are now over a dozen kids in my life and there is no end in sight.

Now admittedly I am not paying money for their room, board, and tuition. There the laws of scarcity would apply. But we are not talking about money or any material resources—we’re talking about love. And there is no limitation on that as far as I’ve been able to discover.

I’m rich. Romney rich. Rockefeller rich. Rothschild rich. I’ve been sitting on a huge inheritance all my life and never realized it. You have, too.

Go on a spending spree. Spread your love around. Don’t scrimp. You will be amazed at your return on investment.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to The Beatles performing “All You Need Is Love”

24
Jan
12

barf incorporated

I must be reverting to the mindset of an eleven-year-old.

My recent reminiscing about summer camp may have something to do with it, but this morning on the radio a comedy routine by George Carlin took me back fifty-three years to the front window of a dusty novelty shop in my hometown that purveyed a variety of treasures only a kid (or a very immature adult) could love: plastic ice cubes with flies in them, chewing gum that turns your teeth black, fake dog doo-doo, whoopee cushions, and (the pièce de résistance) phony vomit.

Who but a kid could ever believe people would fall for this stuff, much less blow one’s allowance week after week paying for such instruments of mirth and tomfoolery?

I still remember laughing so hard that my sides hurt and tears filled my eyes. Yet as I recall the only rise I could get out of my mother was a rolling of the eyes. The humor was all in my mind. She was probably dismayed that such brain-dead progeny ever issued from her womb.

If there is a heaven, she is up there shaking her head right now, because I have obviously learned nothing in all these years—I laughed out loud today during George Carlin’s routine:

Listen to George Carlin performing “How Much Is That Dog Crap in the Window?”

She’s still shaking her head because I even devoted a couple hours today researching the fake barf industry. What a supreme waste of time! “Inquiring minds want to know.”

Here are some fascinating facts you never cared to learn:

The idea of fake vomit was originated in 1959 by a guy named Ayala, who worked at Marvin Glass and Associates, a toy design consultancy. Ayala made up a latex prototype and presented it to his boss, who was thoroughly disgusted and hated it. Nevertheless, Marvin presented it to his client, the Chicago-based novelty company H. Fishlove & Co., which bought the concept on the spot.

If anyone deserves the title “Father of Fake Vomit,” it’s Irving Fishlove, the son of the owner of the Fishlove Company. Irving recognized a great gag when he saw one and applied himself to making the best vomit possible. A “secret formula” which is still as closely-guarded as the Coca Cola recipe was developed by Irving in the kitchen of his home.

The first fake vomit was marketed under the brand name “Whoops,” and was an instant hit with its target market—boys between the ages of 8 and 12. The product sold about 100,000 units a year, which was a lot at the time.

Author Stan Timm, who is developing a book about H. Fishlove & Co., says that imitation products have been developed by foreign competitors, but he turns up his nose at these. “I think fake vomit is something that America does best,” he said.

I hope you will not accuse me of being jingoistic if I agree.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Leon Redbone performing “Laughin’ Blues”

23
Jan
12

all things must pass

Today my 92-year-old friend and mentor called me. I hardly recognized his voice, it was so barely audible. “I’m becoming weaker every day,” he said. “It’s happening very fast.”

We spoke for only a few minutes. He was returning a call I’d placed before Christmas, and he was apologetic it had taken him so long to get back to me. I had wanted to ask his advice about something, but I decided not to burden him today. He was too weak and tired to discuss anything.

Something about the call told me that now is the time the baton was being passed. The time is now past when I might turn to him for wisdom and strength. From now on it is I who must be wise and strong. He has imparted to me all he has to give. I am the old man now.

As adult children, we grieve every decrease in our parents’ functioning. This man was not my father, but he has filled that role for me for more than 25 years since we met on a mountaintop in Switzerland.

A wise man once said that all the art of living lies in a fine balancing of letting go and holding on. Some think that holding on is a mark of strength; but sometimes the strength is in letting go. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are some things that can no longer be. I will always hold on to what my mentor has taught me.

I think of the strength of bamboo in the wind. The bamboo doesn’t try to stand up straight and erect. A tree or branch that tries too hard to stand up straight is the one that breaks off. The bamboo allows itself to bend and be blown with the wind. It knows the strength of letting go.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to George Harrison performing “All Things Must Pass”

22
Jan
12

in the garden

When I selected the Groove for yesterday’s post, for me there was absolutely no question about the choice. My favorite Protestant hymn has always been “In the Garden” because it reminds me of happy days at summer camp in the 1950s where each day began after breakfast (weather permitting) at the outdoor stone chapel.

“In the Garden” was said to have been the favorite hymn of our camp’s director, a kindly man named George A. Cooper whom everyone just called “Coop.” Chapel was the only place I ever remember seeing the old gentleman when he wasn’t making the rounds of the camp in his WWII-era Jeep.

The pathways, roads and terrain of that camp still figure prominently in my dreams to this day, as well as that old man in his Jeep.

I only went back to the camp once as an adult, and I found it to have been a disturbing experience. So many things had changed there since I was a little kid. Coop, of course, was long dead and so many new buildings had been built that did not preserve the costly stone and rough-hewn beam rustic architectural style that I remembered so fondly from my youth.

But then, everything about childhood has changed and darkened since those days of innocence. Yet, no matter what version I ever hear, the old hymn always takes me back to those bright and perfect days.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to The Blackwood Brothers Quartet performing “In the Garden”

21
Jan
12

open letter to james

Dear James,

Stephen has told me your present situation has you asking some questions about God and religion. As more time passes for you in there, I can appreciate how the burden on your shoulders must seem to be getting heavier and maybe even too much to bear. Stephen told me you have decided that you want to be “for God,” but that you’re feeling some uncertainty and confusion about what this could mean for you—that maybe your time in jail could become more difficult than if you were to fall in with the criminals and toughs who surround you there.

I have been thinking about this for a few days and I want to offer you some advice for whatever it’s worth—but I’ll leave that judgment up to you. (Believe me, I make no claims to having a corner on the truth and I have always avoided telling anyone else what to believe. Every person ultimately must figure that out for themselves.)

A lot of people in the religion “business” make a regular practice of telling people what to believe. Stephen tells me that a different pastor, priest, etc. visits your jail every week, and you’re probably hearing a certain number of “my-way-or-the-highway” sermons from time to time. Being exposed to the competing beliefs of different religions and sects can be confusing if you haven’t already developed a core sense of what feels true to you.

Also, it is a favored tactic of missionaries to instill an element of fear in their messages—“If you don’t do such-and-such, you’ll burn in hell forever.” Well, my first piece of advice is to not make this (or any other) decision out of fear. When your mind is gripped by fear your thinking can be too easily muddled. God wants the best of everything from you. He wants your best thinking and your clearest decisions, not blind obedience. Decide for yourself when you’re ready to decide.

You may be thinking that being “for God” might make you more vulnerable in a place that is filled with so many evil, twisted people. I will address this a little later in this letter, but I will tell you right now that this is a false fear. So please read on and I will explain.

One of the things you’re already discovering in jail is that a lot of people will try to get you to doubt yourself. They want to weaken you and shake your resolve to be the best “you” that you can be. You have already experienced the jealousy of some inmates because you have been selected as a trustee to perform certain duties and receive some privileges in return. Through threats and tricks they have tried to get you to make mistakes that might result in your removal as a trustee. You know what I’m talking about.

Other inmates and even some guards will call you a “rapist” (even though you know this isn’t true) and use this label to try and discredit everything about you. You must never allow these people to gain power over you by allowing their threats, tricks, and taunts to undermine your strength and self-confidence.

One of the most important things about surviving jail or prison is learning to detach and live in your own private internal world. In this internal world you can be a free person, even as a prisoner. In this internal world, you can be sane, even if you are surrounded by crazy people. In this internal world you can find peace, even if events around you are flying apart.

Be strong. Never let down your guard. Rely on only yourself and your own judgments and—here is the most important thing—trust no one but God. If you truly are “for God,” God will never give you more than you are able to handle. If you are with God, you have nothing to fear.

If you go running to the guards for protection (or worse yet, if you become a snitch), you will be hated by your fellow inmates and they will try to harm you any way they can. If you go running to your fellow inmates for protection (or worse yet, align yourself with a gang) you will run afoul of the guards. You must learn to walk a middle path, remaining self-contained and independent, always complying with what the guards tell you to do and always getting along with the inmates, but never creating friction between either camp or getting into conflict with anybody. You must never allow any of the “ick” of that place to rub off on you—no aggression or violence, nothing ever hateful or hurtful to others.

Now here is a question that is probably occurring to you right now (it certainly is a question I’d be asking if I were in your place): How can you find God in such an awful, hellish place such as jail?

The answer is very simple (but it will take some experimentation to prove to yourself that this is true): God is inside of you. If you can learn to still your mind, to BE AWARE and JUST LISTEN, you will discover that God is talking to you all the time. You don’t need anyone else to tell you what God wants you to know, think, or do. God is all-knowing and all-present and is already speaking to you from deep inside of you. God’s station is broadcasting all the time. You must learn to tune yourself, like a radio, to pick up His station. All you need to do is sit quietly, be patient, still your mind, and LISTEN. You will receive inspiration and divine guidance that you can rely on.

Some people call this meditation. Others call it prayer. I call it Quiet Time, and I practice it every day when I am writing.  There is nothing difficult about it. There is nothing paranormal about it. You can do it yourself without any special qualifications or training. The main thing is getting your ego—your unquiet mind—out of the way.

Here, based on the teachings of Mark Williams of the Oxford Mindfulness Centre in England, is an easy 3-step method for doing this:

Step 1: Find a posture that best supports your intention to be aware and awake, perhaps sitting with a straight back, but not rigid or stiff. Let your shoulders drop, and close your eyes if you find that comfortable, or set your gaze on something that helps you to settle down and relax. And then when you’re ready, notice what’s going on with you right now—any thoughts, feelings, or emotions—tune in and notice what your internal “weather patterns” are. Continue doing this and being open to this for a few moments. Letting go of the tendency to want things to be different from what they are, see if it’s possible to simply accept your internal “weather” just as it is.

Step 2: Focus your attention on your breath—right down in your abdomen as you breathe in and breathe out—and, not trying to make the breath do anything special or be different from how you find it, just focus on the sensations of inhaling and exhaling. If your mind wanders at any time, just acknowledge where it went and then, very gently, escort your attention back to the breath and to the sensations of breathing.

Step 3: Expand your attention to the body as a whole, as if the whole body could breathe right now. Be aware of all the sensations in the body from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet, from the surface of your skin to the inside of your body. Be aware of the “whole landscape” of bodily sensations. See if it’s possible to allow the sensations to be exactly as you find them, not trying to change them in any way. Be open to what’s present, accept yourself as you are. Self-acceptance is the key. You’re fine just the way you are. At this point you should be sufficiently relaxed and aware so that you will be able to “hear” the quiet “voice” that will come.

Now, here is a 4th step, based on the practices of the Oxford Group (an amazing movement of young people in the 1920s that discovered that every individual can receive directly from God infallible Divine Guidance that, if followed, can change one’s life and the life of the world around us): Write down whatever thoughts come into your head. While you’re writing, do not think about, edit, or change anything that comes. Just write everything that comes to you and ponder the interpretations and meanings later.

How will you know that whatever comes is the voice of God, and not just some kind of wishful thinking you yourself are making up or inserting into the meditation? Well, for one thing you will notice that many of these messages will lead to creative, even brilliant, insights. You will also notice that many coincidences will emerge. And, at a very deep level, you will just know that these messages are coming from outside of you—that you are only a radio receiving a signal.

James, you must never underestimate the power of your mind/body as a radio receiver. You have already experienced this power. Do you remember the time when you were in court and the prosecutor came near you, and you felt that black, icy-cold sensation? Your body was picking up on her evil thoughts and intentions. You were feeling her hate. You weren’t making that up. It was real.

Remember what that was like. You can put that same power to work, every day, to experience God’s love and know His plan for you. You can bank on what your mind/body tells you. God will never steer you wrong. Where God guides, He provides. In time you will discover that you are under God’s protection, and that you are safe and need not be fearful. (Yet this is not to say that you should ever take reckless or foolish risks! Think carefully and stay safe.)

Earlier in this letter I asked the question, “How can you find God in jail where you are surrounded and threatened by so many evil, twisted people?” The first place, as I’ve said, is to look deep inside of you. God is there. But the second place to look is in other people—even the scary ones. Even though they themselves may not know it, God is inside of them just as He is in you.

Look for the God-ness, the goodness, in others (even those in jail) and roughly half the time other people will respond positively to the God-ness in you. Don’t forget that Christ spent his last hours of life on earth crucified between two criminals. The story as it is told says that one of these criminals rejected what Christ had to tell him; the other accepted Christ’s word and was assured by Jesus that he would make it to heaven that same day.

I decided that I wanted to say these things to you in an open letter because I want the readers of this blog to have an opportunity to add their two cents in the comments section. (When we print out this letter for mailing to you, we will print out their comments too.) James, every time I become discouraged and begin to fear that God has abandoned the world, some reader or another always reaches out or steps forward to help in such ways that convince me that God is present through them.

God has not forgotten you and will never abandon you. God is present in your jail. You just have to look for Him. God is present in you. You just have to listen for Him. You are not alone.

~ Dan

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Elvis Presley performing “In the Garden”

20
Jan
12

good intentions

The day started off so well, I thought I was going to get so much accomplished.

But I closed my eyes at 1:30 (for just a couple minutes), and when I reopened them the sun was just setting and I had no idea what time of day (or even what day)  it was. Needless to say, I am disappointed.

Today’s intended blog post is only half written; tonight’s intended meal is only half cooked. My plans for another reinvigorating hike onto the property are proved to have been half baked.

I’ve spent the last few hours trying to pull off a salvage move, but I’ve decided to just throw in the towel. As Scarlett O’Hara said, “tomorrow is another day.”

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Conor Deasy performing “Good Intentions Rust”

19
Jan
12

too many tunes?

Five straight days of nothing but music, and you know something’s up, right?

Well, I’ve been sick again. As soon as I’d completed my writing tasks on Sunday, I crashed and burned with a fever, cough, aches and pains, and I am only just now coming back to life. I’ve been filling my time sleeping and streaming historical documentaries, most of which I’ve slept through and had to re-run repeatedly before I’d absorbed whole programs.

Admittedly I’m feeling a little cranky this week… but I am so sick of the Ken and Ric Burns documentary formula, I could just spit. The format is so plodding and predictable, and the Burns Brothers embrace such a conventional view of history it makes me suspect it has everything to do with keeping those grant revenues coming in. (Grant makers often tend to be those historical “winners” who get to write the narrative of history; anyway, Ken Burns lost my vote when, in an interview in the publicity run-up to his series “Prohibition,” he refused to draw any parallels between Prohibition and today’s fraudulent War on Drugs.)

Maybe my crankiness results from too many documentaries by the Burns boys or otherwise… Anyway, my diet of documentaries had taken me through such a dismal series of subjects—wars and war crimes, politics and politicians, the erosion of our Constitutional rights, economic collapse, etc.—I became so run-down that there was absolutely nothing else for me to do today but take a hike.

The thermometer hit eighty degrees today and I had not been out on the property since before Otto died. It would do me some good, I told myself. And it did.

Cane in hand, I made my way on the road to the top of the hill where one day I’ll build an observatory, and from there out to the end-point of a spit of land that overlooks the deepest part of Elijah’s Arroyo; I descended the steep hill to the floor of the arroyo, and then followed its course back home, climbed another hill and walked the petrified beach to the house—all totaled, maybe a two-mile circuit, but difficult footing most of the way.

This being the first time I’d done it without Otto, it might have been a lonely hike were it not for the fact that Tony (the cat) accompanied me the whole way (he’s sleeping with his head on my foot right now).

I don’t know if it was because the documentaries have been reminding me that so many world leaders have died at my age or younger, but I started out on the hike wondering if I’d have the strength to see through the whole circuit. However, I ended my hike tired but feeling stronger than when I’d set out. It made me recall once again that this land possesses a power that has in it the potential to heal and revitalize.

I hope this warm weather continues at least another day. I need another dose of today’s medicine. 

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Al Green performing “Sure Feels Good”

18
Jan
12

one more day

I promise, I’ll explain tomorrow.

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Bob Dylan performing “Time Passes Slowly”

17
Jan
12

old fave

۞

Groove of the Day 

Listen to Eric Burton & the Animals performing “San Francisco Nights”




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