Friday, August 14, 2009

Poetry Break - Goodbye, Mr. Paul

Goodbye, Mr. Paul
(Les was definitely more)

You and Leo gave us
A thing we all adore

The electric guitar
beautiful noise
singing, shrieking
seeking our core

Without you
No Woodstock
(and many more)

Without you
No Hendrix
No Clapton
No, well, you name 'em
(there's too many for that chore)

A long and good life
Immortalized in mahogany

Thursday, August 13, 2009

White (House) Noise

The cover of a recent New York magazine shows a broadly smiling President Obama over the title 'The Selling (and Selling and Selling) of the President', subtitled 'Barack Obama's Pulpit Presidency'. Not satisfied with two labels, the magazine gave us another inside the pages (and online) - 'The Message is The Message'.

The article is an interesting read, but there's a worrisome subtext within the main theme: The President Talks Too Much.

I've given my reasons why this may be a necessary evil in a previous blog. Mr. Obama may believe he has to do as much as possible while the political will to do it persists, while the wind of good will fills his sails.

As pointed out in the New York article, however, too much talking and pushing of agendas may backfire. The withering assault of daily presidential press releases might just turn people off the message entirely.

There is evidence this may be already happening. Just witness the 'debate' at those now-infamous health care town hall meetings. Not a few of the protesters at those events seem to believe health care reform is just the vanguard of changes that will remake their America into something unrecognizable. They don't know what it is, and they can't articulate specifics of their fears, but they are sure it will be BAD. They are overwhelmed, and perfect tools of the conservative opposition as a result.

Conservative pundits fan the flames of uncertainty with unsupportable accusations, or they let grass roots falsehoods develop without stepping in to stop them. One example: President Obama's goal is to become our dictator - or 'Presentator' as I've heard a conservative acquaintance call him. Ridiculous right? Not to some who can't handle what seems like too much too soon. With the goading or (at best) acquiescence of conservative pundits, they translate Obama's urgency and energy into lust for power and evil intent.

Perhaps it's time that the President and his team give some thought to presenting a more stable, thoughtful, patient image. A little less inspirational motivator and a little more calm counselor might be in order. Anything to take ammunition away from those who's main agenda is to remove him from office and perpetuate the Bush era and ethos. If they succeed in convincing enough Americans that Obama wants to be 'Presentator', the awful rebound could see us in the hands of a fascist conservative regime the likes of which haven't been seen for 60 years. Think Germany after the fall of the Weimar Republic, and you begin to see the risk.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Our Buddy Jupiter

What on Earth would Earth do without Jupiter?

Our giant gas-ball solar neighbor took another bullet for us recently when it attracted and absorbed a shot from a 1 kilometer-wide space rock. Impressive stuff to look at through a telescope, and a good job done by the Big Guy.

After all, if not for Jupiter, that chunk of asteroid (or cometary debris) might have kept on sailing until it hit little 'ol Earth. Think too, about Comet Shoemaker-Levy and the pasting it's bits gave Jupiter some years ago and consider what that might have done to us. I'll make it easy - at best I would be chiseling this blog on clay tablets.

It's especially critical that 'Big J' was there to help, since our professional scientist-astronomers missed the ball completely.

Our sci-boys are trying to find and track all large (1 kilometer or larger) near earth objects (NEOs). So far they've found 784. Cool - but they think there's at least 100 more they haven't found yet. Like the one that hit Jupiter. Not so cool. If not for a dedicated amateur sky-gazer we wouldn't have even known about the impact. Which means if that rock had been shooting at Earth I wouldn't of had time to get out the lawn chair and appropriate refreshments to watch the show. Or perhaps to put on my peril-sensitive sunglasses ...

So, the next time you think about our buddy Jupiter (you do think about the planets don't you? It's easy, we're down to 8) remember to give appropriate thanks for covering our lovely blue terrestrial tush.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Babble-On 24

A few more 'Goodbyes' ...

Mr. News - It's been a while and I still can't wrap my mind around a world without Walter Cronkite. Growing up he was always my favorite, even if early on I'd confuse him with 'Captain Kangaroo', who wasn't my first choice of cartoon show host. Cronkite gave the news dignity and objectivity, and you always felt you could trust him to be truthful. Thinking back, the same could really be said about many of his competitors, it's just he seemed to stand a foot taller than the rest somehow. He had been gone from the news scene for a long time before his death, and his absence was felt deeply. Now he's gone for good, we are left with an unpalatable, if marketable, mix of biased cable news and eviscerated broadcast coverage.

Mr. Hughes - Back in the 80's, watching one of John Hughes' over-sentimental comedies, I assured myself I wouldn't miss his work, if it disappeared into a smoking pile of celluloid chips. I have lived to eat my words. Long before his recent death, I had come to miss the man's movies big time. No one since has quite captured that dicey combination of the energy of sweet youth, a growing (and burdensome) awareness of responsibility, and the shield of ironic absurdity, that is growing up middle-class in America. Everyone remembers 'Ferris Bueller's Day Off', but I pick 'Planes, Trains, and Automobiles' as the best of the bunch, even with that smarmy ending. So Long, John ...

And the Big Dealer - I've read several histories of the Rolling Stones, and all feature Allen Klein as a principal figure in the band's Altamont-era career. Aside from allegedly being a bit too Machiavellian, a lot too greedy, and not entirely trustworthy, Mr. Klein could be an astute businessman, and served as, if not the model (that would be Colonel Tom Parker), the archetype of the wheeling-dealing agent who could get anything for his clients.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

HealthCare: The Sniff Test

I have always tried to temper my natural curiosity with the principle, 'if it smells bad avoid it'. I think this is a winning principle. OK, there are things that smell horrible yet actually are good, like some kinds of sushi, but they are the minority. Using foul-smells as a clue to inherent rottenness is most often the correct plan.

The current state of health care in this country does not pass the sniff test. It smells off, in Oh So Many Ways. But, like sushi, there are some bits of it that are really good. It's just those good bits are immersed in a larger vat of past-prime detritus.

For example, it's very true that you can get the most advanced treatments and get them relatively quickly, right here in the US. But it's also true that not everyone has access to this quality care, and those that do can be charged outrageous sums for the privilege. They can also be denied coverage or dropped completely. That Stinks!

If you have a job with health insurance, it's true the cost is usually manageable. But if you lose that job, the cost of carrying that coverage on your own can be overwhelming. If you get another job, you will likely change insurance providers and need to find a different doctor. If you've had a recent history of health problems (i.e., 'pre-existing conditions') you may not get coverage at all. That Stinks!

If you are really, really poor in this country you can line up at the nearest publicly-subsidized hospital emergency room and get 'free' care. Of course, such facilities are thin on the ground and getting scarcer. If you are wealthy or have an employer who provides quality coverage, you can get service at many places. If you are in the middle, you have to take whatever you can get, which might not be enough when you need it the most. That Stinks!

All of which is to say, healthcare as it currently exists in America is a very mixed bag of sushi.

If you are wealthy, or continuously employed, poor enough to qualify for what public assistance now exists, have survived long enough to receive Medicare (a publicly subsidized, single-payor system), or are just one of those healthy, never-get-sick people, you may not 'smell' a problem. That makes you the prime audience for the opponents of health care reform. Because you haven't had to swallow bad medicine yet, they can spin you a tale of socialism and inefficiency, a tale of limited options and choice. That Stinks!

However, most of us are neither wealthy enough nor poor enough to always have quality health insurance coverage. In times of recession, we may not have jobs to provide it, and paying for coverage ourselves may be too much a burden. Or impossible, even. We may have pre-existing conditions or chronic problems that may lead to denied coverage. Some of us may watch helplessly as loved ones suffer and die from conditions that aren't treated for lack of health insurance. It might even happen to us. That Stinks!

From the day we are born until the time we can get on Medicare (long may it last), most of us depend on stable, insurance providing jobs, or a complex patchwork of under-funded, over-utilized, public programs to fix us when we break. All too often this amalgam fails us, and we stay broken or have to take what substandard healing we can get, wherever we can get it.

And that, folks, does not pass the sniff test. That Stinks!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Muddying The Waters of Reform

A relative sent me an email the other day, with the disturbing news that her health insurance coverage was going up to almost $1400 per month - just for her alone. She makes minimum wage - barely - and only part-time so her company contributes nothing. That's painful mathematics.

Weird thing is, I received another email from her that included a knock on 'Obama Care'; about how she'd rather work till she dropped than have 'Obama's government' tell her which doctor to see and what treatments she could have.

Here is a woman who has nothing to lose and everything to gain by a change in our health system, but she's defending the status quo. The forces aligned against the current health reform initiative are talented at spreading uncertainty - and fear. They are expert at muddying the waters when clarity is required for all who must decide our course - and that includes us, the taxpayers and health care consumers.

It is gutting to see how effective political smear and misinformation campaigns can be, when backed by 'interested parties' and executed by those without conscience.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Poetry Break: Intersections

Our Universe is Crossing Paths
Intersections of matter and time
Fate and Destiny

A tiny seed grows into a Tree
that blocks the Sun

A simple errand ends a life

Perhaps one day our Earth will intersect a great comet
Perhaps that left-turning truck at the next intersection has your name on it

Our Universe is Crossing Paths
Intersections of matter, timed without our knowledge
Our Fate a Game