Glenn Beck and America’s Honor

Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin are not the keepers of America’s honor, not even close. This rally is not about honor, it’s about money. If Americans were not worried about giving up our place as “first economy of the world”, we would not give credence to either of these two people, especially on the anniversary of MLK’s “I Have a Dream” speech. And although honoring our soldiers is never wrong, I think they are being used in this case, as the opening act in an alleged political drama.

I think our honor is doing much better presently; it’s our economy that stinks.

Music Shock

The crowd at Woodstock fills a natural amphith...Image via Wikipedia

OK – I was a Hippie. I went to Woodstock. I swore I would never lose track of music. But the other evening my nephew was visiting from Tennessee. He and my sister started throwing around the names of groups they like and concerts they have been to, I did not recognize any (or at least very few) of the names they were throwing around. What happened to Jimmi Hendrix and Led Zeppelin?

Here are some of the bands they discussed. It is not strange that my nephew should know these groups, after all he is young, but my sister is getting up there a bit (not nearly as up-there as me, but still) and she surprised me.

Shinedown                        Anberlin

30 Seconds to Mars          Godsmack

10 Years                           Chevelle

State of Shock                  12 Stone

Avenged Sevenfold           Five Finger Death Punch

Linken Park                      Paramore

Disturbed                          Holywood Undead

Three Days Grace

Then I looked on-line and I found all these: Lustra, Nevershoutnever, The Cab, The Academy Is, Boys Like Girls, Broken Cycle, Cobra Starship, Coldplay, Forever the Sickest Kids, The Fray, Fallout Boy, Good Charolette, Life house, Medina Lake, The Medic droid, Metro station, My Chemical Romance, Millionaires, Nickelback, O.A.R. No Doubt, Saving Able, Switchfoot, V factory & 3OH!3, AC/DC, The Black-Eyed Peas, Panic! At the Disco

I’m sure they also mentioned some of these and I have actually heard of some of this last group, but my sister couldn’t recall the whole list in the short amount of time I gave her. I hope I didn’t leave anyone out (I’m sure I did, so sorry).

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Schooling in America

I want to talk about education, so important in a free society in which everyone is allowed to speak her/his mind. If people are going to speak, it is more tolerable if they have something intelligent to say. Just kidding! Free speech is free, not only for educated snobs. But democracy is hard, if you participate. You have to understand the documents that form the basis of your country’s government, you need to have skills to read about candidates and recognize the techniques people in politics and the media use to hide flaws and to perhaps, dare I say, mislead voters. If people in a democracy don’t participate, they could easily lose their freedoms.

Societies need educated people to keep their economic edge in the competitive world of capitalism. Right now science and math skills rule in the world of work and therefore, in giving a country that economic advantage that it needs to be near or at the top of the heap, and to offer its citizens the best of available lifestyles.

Yet, in America, our children feel a disconnect from schooling. They may start out well, but they are not finishing well. Our dropout rate is embarrassing, the disenchantment rate, even worse. After puberty our kids start to either hate school or excel in school. What can we do to win back older children to the value of schooling? Some of the kids who walk away fell behind before puberty but learned to push help away by using humor or misbehavior or both so no one could break through their shell to turn their school experience around.

I love public school. Education must be available for every citizen and resident of a free nation. But when our public schools are not able to educate such a large percentage of children, we must look at new models. Our school model is quite old and still works for many. For our failures we need some educators with vision to brainstorm new models.

Perhaps, since we have such a competitive society, we need a more competitive educational system with “level” tests that sort students into different programs of study, something like England does. Or perhaps we need to pull out the children who put up all the defenses and put them in schools where they get more individualized attention. Perhaps we need schools that are more interactive, where students do not sit all day at desk, but work in a more seminar and laboratory type set-up. Whatever we come up with, we need to improve the quantity of young people graduating and the quality of what they have learned. It is also possible that we will not be able to produce an entire nation of “geeks,” or maybe we can!

House Shopping X – The Home Inspection

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Now this was to me the most interesting step in the whole process so far. Since I chose an older home that was in need of updating I was very worried that the house would prove unsound structurally, that it would need huge amounts of work with systems like HVAC, plumbing and electrical.

I had already seen that the porch windows did not open (for the most part) and that they had no screens. I knew I wanted these porch windows replaced. I knew the kitchen had not been redone since the 50’s except for the linoleum and that, while functional, it could use an update. The bathroom with its blue fixtures was also usable but quite dated and there is a ding in the enamel tub that goes through to the metal beneath.

I had been in the basement, which was built in the 1860’s and has gorgeous stone and mortar walls and a new water heater, but which I knew little about. And I had been told that the roofs were between 1 and 5 years old so I felt good about them.

My inspector, Annie-Laurie, has been crawling around houses since she was very young. Her inspection was very thorough and she had me tag along and showed me everything. The roofs turned out to have been poorly done with aging soffits, little flashing, insulation sticking out and various minor (although potentially damaging) shortcuts that need to be addressed.

The furnace was the other bad news. A Bryant, 150,000 BTU model from 1975, it is rusted and on its last legs. The plumbing is functional, although some galvanized pipe should be addressed and the electrical box was perfect, no issues with this. There’s a hole through the stone wall and an open coal chute near the sump which should be addressed.

Annie-Laurie said the house was sound and would not fall down around my shoulders. The living room ceiling needs to be replaced as the cheap material that was used is now drooping, but all in all, the house is sturdy and sound with few current moisture issues except along the soffits in the rear of the house and no mold issues.

I will ask the seller to fix the roofs and I will address the rest if I can get an FHA 203K mortgage. That’s my next step – getting a mortgage company to sign on. I have a feeling I will have to address the roof issues also.

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Fighting Terrorism, or Off the Track?

Silk Road 1992Image via Wikipedia

Afghanistan is a land of dreams and nightmares for me. It’s the stuff of dreams if I think of the Silk Road winding it’s way out of the Orient, through all the steep passes and down out of the foothills through what is today Afghanistan.I imagine the caravans and the camels, carrying the silks and the tents for the silk merchants to stay in, and the bells on the camels tinkling as they travelled along. I believe that it was illegal to export silk worms from the East, so Europeans could not make their own silk. There must have been peace along the Silk Road for such a venture to be undertaken with any expectation of completion or profit.
This must have been one of the few peaceful periods for the people in the lands now called Afghanistan.

Today this seems to be a land of men. I see women in pictures but few and always covered in clothing with heads lowered, and always in the background and seemingly ignored. I picture the tiny villages, dusty and poor, very simple, often without any modern conveniences. I picture the handsome men with turbans and mustaches, who may be growing poppy crops for opium. I picture various cultural and familial groups who sometimes live in peace, and are sometimes involved in centuries old hostilities or hatreds of more recent origin. I picture such men or several such men, college-educated, perhaps in America, returning to their homeland with their hearts full of anti-American sentiment for reasons that are not necessarily clear to us.
This man and his posse hide in caves and mountains. They plan and execute an attack on America. We go to Afghanistan, to the old Silk Road, to find and destroy these men.We don’t call this seeking vengeance, it is self-defense, showing strength.

But our mission keeps gettting bigger, it becomes about rescuing people from oppression, helping them find a new business to replace opium production, teaching them about democracy, fighting a war with their oppressors, the Taliban, and perhaps yanking them into the 21st century. We are no longer just trying to save ourselves, we are trying to save Afghanistan. They are not necessarily grateful for our efforts. They are not necessarily completely against the Taliban. They like their way of life.They like opium production. They see us as arrogant, and interfering, and perhaps imperialistic. They may see it as a religious issue.

Sometimes we think, what are we doing in Afghanistan now? This is so different from our original mission. It’s exhausting to see how many people around the world and in Afghanistan seem to hate America and by extension Americans. How did we get to be so misunderstood, all our good intentions misconstrued. Is it possible that sometimes there are Americans with intentions that are not so good? And once we get ourselves in, we seem to have so much trouble getting ourselves out. I hope we start saying good-bye soon to the Silk Road or that we start seeing signs that the Afghani people want to be modernized.

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Book – My Favorite Science Fiction Stories

Robert Heinlein

Methuselah’s Children
The Day After Tomorrow
The Door into Summer
Starship Troopers
Stranger In a Strange Land*
The Moon is a Harsh Mistress
I Will Fear No Evil

Arthur C. Clarke

2001: A Space Odyssey
Childhood’s End
The Narnia Series

Isaac Asimov

Foundation
Foundation and Empire
Second Foundation
Foundation’s Edge
Robots and Empire
Foundation and Earth
Forward Foundation
Fantastic Voyage
I, Robot

Kurt Vonnegut

Bluebeard
Slaughterhouse Five
Cat’s Cradle
Sirens of Titan
Breakfast of Champions
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
Mother Night

Douglas Adams

Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
The Restaurant at the End of the Universe
Life, the Universe and Everything
So Long and Thanks for all the Fish
Mostly Harmless
And Another Thing . . .
Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency
The Long Dark Tea Time of the Soul

Frank Herbert – has written other books and series but the most famous and important are the Dune books

Dune
Dune Messiah
Children of Dune
God Emperor of Dune
Chapterhouse Dune

Harvesting Our Green Dream (Our Garden)

State fruit - TomatoImage via WikipediaIn the spring my sister and I grew a garden. We have spent the summer harvesting one crop after another from our very small garden. First we got butter lettuce, arugula, and field greens. Then we got our French Breakfast radishes (long, thumb-sized, red and white, and hot). We had a few salads and popped a few radishes. Our lettuce was a bit bitter, not sure why. Next we got the green beans (bush beans). They were nice and big, tough when raw, but tender and tasty once cooked.

We made some mistakes. We put too many seeds in a row and didn’t thin them enough. This ruined quite a few of the radishes and the red onions were tiny, but delicious. We lost all the cucumbers to some garden pest. We did not use any insecticide.

Today my mom and I picked 12 nice red, much anticipated, tomatoes. (Wonder Boys) We didn’t want to waste any of them so we decided to make sauce. My sister, who helped plant the garden will only eat tomatoes if they are in a totally smooth sauce so mom and I had to dip the tomatoes briefly in boiling water, then place them in ice water, then peel them. Then we had to remove the seeds from the middle. We dices the tomatoes and simmered them on the stove with some water and seasoning in a covered saucepan on low heat for about 4 hours. We blended our cooked tomatoes with a stick blender. We served the sauce (passed through a sieve) on thin spaghetti with a salad. We used all twelve tomatoes and enjoyed a delicious sauce fresh from our garden. The tomatoes continue to produce. Next, BLT’s.

The last crop we expect to enjoy from our garden is the melons. Our garden turned out to be a very productive project that interested everyone all summer long.

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A Disturbance in the Force

Our attention is called to another crisis on this embattled little planet we call home. The floods in Pakistan are epic, apparently,and once again the aid is slow in coming. It looks like the UN is there, but the Pakistani government has been in disarray. These crises have been so common lately we can barely catch our collective breath. And these events are hitting areas of the world that are relatively undeveloped and inaccessible. We all experience “a great disturbance in the force,” but, after recent experiences with all our expensive aid lolling in warehouses in Haiti, we are leery about jumping in. We are feeling pretty poor ourselves at the moment, but poverty is relative and we certainly have more than the Pakistanis. Where should we send our checks this time?

As if human sorrow was not enough we have the worry that the Taliban is nearby, organized and willing to win political advantage through geographic proximity.

When Johnny Comes Marching Home

Today our combat troops left Iraq. After six and a half years of fighting, teaching, protecting, dying, learning and organizing our troops are coming home.

I realize Saddam Hussein was a terrible leader. If he was just full of boast and bluster he would have been annoying, but easy to dismiss. He, however, was often vicious to his enemies and he didn’t just rattle sabers, he rattled “nukes”, something the world cannot allow. We can’t give potentially hostile nations ruled by nutburgers nuclear weapons. No one should have nuclear weapons. I know we opened that Pandora’s Box, and I know we can’t “un-invent” things, however major powers have agreements in place not to use “nukes”. But some very militant small nations have not signed on. “Nukes” could give them big-nation status. We would have to treat them differently – using fear to breed respect gives a poor, backward nation greater clout.

But the UN not only found no nukes in Iraq, they didn’t even find other “weapons of mass destruction.” So, should we have ever gone to war in Iraq? Was this like using a ring of tanks to kill a mosquito? I think so. Did any good come out of it? Maybe. We now have many thousands of Americans who know a lot more about Arabic culture, and more Iraqis with first-hand acquaintance with Americans, than we have ever had before

We don’t know what will happen in Iraq when we leave. Have Iraqis become somewhat democratized or will a new “sheik” take control for good or evil? Have we created any goodwill for America in Iraq or the opposite? Will the training given to the troops in Iraq hold and form the backbone of a stable and lawful society for all Iraqis? Whatever the outcome we are so relieved to have our troops home and we mourn everyday for those whose lives were lost and those who were injured. And we have not left Iraq without American resources as many civilian Americans still remain in Iraq to help with the transition to the “post war” Iraq.

Just for today, it’s a good day!

Slow News Day

The Death Star in A New HopeImage via WikipediaAfter I watched Luke Skywalker explode the Death Star for the 20th time I had a very enlightening conversation with my sister about Magic Erasers. She loves magic erasers. She was very happy because she found an “M. E.” that was designed specifically as a “bath scrubber”. She was ecstatic because the magic sponge was saturated with soap scum remover and Febreze. And, saving the best part for last, there were two erasers in the same package, both magic.

(This is not an advertisement, this is an actual event straight from the family living room. I did not experience the “magic”, as I did not use the product, yet.)

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