Tea Party?

My take on what they must be thinking:

Amerka. I tell you what, I shore wish nothing would change. Ever. I wish things were EXACTLY the way they were at the moment the Constitution was signed. It’s really a damn shame ‘bout the slavery thing going away. I also miss smallpox. Too bad about all them paved roads. And why do they have to plow ‘em in the winter? And clean drinking water too – what a waste of money! I shore wish I could pee, poop, and puke in a outhouse ‘stead of a warm bathroom. Stupid wastewater treatment plants and sewer mains have rooned everything. Bummer about the CDC, USDA, FDA, FAA, FCC, USPS, Social Security, Medicare, the armed forces, etc. Damn socialist organizations. Shore wish there wasn’t any stupid groups like the state police or the local police or the fire department. Wish I HAD to wear six-shooters when I walked out the damn door every day. And damn that pesky public transport and rail system. Who needs it – any of it?! Oh, for the days of yore…

Labels...

I absolutely detest labels. It is the bland generalization of a label that disturbs me so. I’m not talking the label on your frozen burrito or jar of pickled pig’s feet. I’m talking about the labels we place on our human selves – black, white, male, female, married, single, liberal, conservative, pragmatist, idealist, gay, straight, christian, atheist – these are some big ones. These code words are so limited in their description of a person, even in combination with other labels. Why do we abide this practice of labeling? To be sure, these words are descriptive; perhaps even necessary (male, female) when describing oneself or another. There seems, however, to be a general willingness to let a word or two in combination suffice as basis for a full description of an individual. What’s worse is that some labels connote something particular to you, and something particular to me. There’s no true consensus. This causes problems.

On the other hand, labels make things easier for us. For instance, I could tell you that:

I’m a male human of Irish, German, Italian & Romani descent. I’m sexually attracted to female humans, but have an appreciation of the beauty in both the male and female human form. I have been with the same partner for nine years, but we have yet to sign a contract formalizing our partnership. I am at times an artist, a musician, and always an aficionado of the creative spark. I have a strong work ethic, and believe that if a person needs to work to support oneself, that person should work! I typically vote democrat, but reserve the right to pick whoever I deem best for whatever position is in contest. I strongly support things like marriage equality, green and conservation initiatives, health care reform, and higher taxes for improved services. I attempt to live a life based on reasoned observation of the universe I inhabit. I require evidence for phenomena I cannot explain with simple observation; therefore, I have no belief in the supernatural (but I still like reading ghost stories…).

Or, I could say:

I’m a single white straight male liberal atheist.

And, damn! That’s much easier. It just doesn’t give the full picture. But neither does the longer-winded description.

So, this is really a long way of saying that though labels are irritating, limiting, and occasionally offensive, in our world, we need a simple indicator to tell us how to proceed. That’s the function of these types of words. It pays, though, to look past the word and find out what’s behind it. Sort of the, “Don’t judge a book by its cover” idea.

Having now given myself permission to use labels as needed, I have to say, the wingnuts were out in force in my home state of Minnesota last night.

[Jerry Holt / Minneapolis Star Tribune]

Please, please, please, oh denizens of my beloved Minnesota, vote with your minds and not with your hearts. Get rid of the stupid once and for all!

How Do You Work This Thing? And Why Would You Want To, Anyway?

This is my first personal expedition into the blogging world. So, forgive me if it’s a slow start. I consider myself relatively tech-savvy, but I know nothing about HTML, page layout, or any of the other technical aspects of this type of endeavour. I expect I will learn some of this as I move along here. Kind of like life.

Oh! The vanity! (here begins the part of the program where I shall deny and dismiss as irrelevant the very thing I intend to do) There’s some part of me that feels exceedingly sheepish about creating a blog. Above, I already ask forgiveness from a visitor – any visitor – for technical hiccups that may occur. For shame... The egotistical presumption that anyone should have any interest whatsoever in anything I have to say is simply scandalous. But here I am... And that’s the thing. I bump into loads of blogs that I find interesting and/or entertaining. Heck, occasionally I even learn something. So, yes, perhaps there’s a little vanity occurring here, but there’s also a desire to entertain and inform and communicate. We shall see…

The other part of this is that I’ve let many things lapse in the last few years, not the least of which is my writing. I graduated with a creative writing degree in ’07 (late bloomer…), and promptly moved to Maine. It took two months to find work (the longest I’d been unemployed since I was eighteen), and during that time, I was fairly vigilant in keeping up with writing and sending pieces to literary magazines, etc. After starting work again, the writing went into a slow decline. I haven’t written anything since last fall, and that was an unsuccessful attempt at memoir for a friend’s anthology project. I’m hoping that a little regular practice might get this creaky machine moving once again.

What will I write about; what is the focus here? Good question. I don’t rightly know at this point. I’m interested in many things. I think a lot about politics, science, philosophy, and religion. How do these things affect my existence? I currently live in a state that has recently juggled with the topic of human equality - with deeply troubling results. These are the types of things that concern me, and I suspect related items will show up in the blank spaces on these pages. On the lighter side, I’m working on rekindling my passion for cooking (another lapsed item), so we might find here some items on food. Maybe pictures! Maybe recipes! Music, books, art, work, life, life, life, and life. Some or all of those things, I reckon, will appear.

So welcome! You and I shall move through this experiment together. I hope it will bring fruitful results to all. If you are compelled to say something, please do, the comments are open.

There it is, then.

Generally Dissatisfied?

Indeed...

The two-word phrase, “Generally Dissatisfied” popped into existence in my life one afternoon ten years ago during the course of a conversation with my cousin and friend. He was, in simple terms, describing the current state of his toddler son. As I recall, the young fellow was particularly squirmy and whiny in that moment. For some reason, it has stuck with me due to its clear perfection in describing a state of being in which nothing in particular is disturbing; rather, everything is.

In this context, it’s not necessarily a negative. For, to disturb something means simply to upset its settled state. And this, I think, is intellectually necessary if we wish to continue growing as thinking individuals.