Keep Watching The Skies!

What is up, surely must come down ...

Space Bus bust - for a minute there they had our attention, butts perched on seat edges, chewing our collective nails in nervous anticipation. Where would that damn decrepit bus-sized satellite come down? NASA wasn't entirely clear on this subject, leaving about 80% of the world's population as possible targets. But the Upper Atmosphere Research Satellite (UARS) plunked down with little fanfare, somewhere near Christmas Island in the remote Pacific. Nice that no humans were hurt in the process, but I'll bet a few fish had quite a surprise.

Drone Over Me (Not) - many Americans enjoy the hobby of operating radio-controlled planes. This is a good thing, since remotely controlled flying missile platforms are weapon numero uno in our anti-terrorism arsenal, it seems, and we'll need plenty more good 'pilots' in the future. Of course, now that we are using these devices against American citizens (albeit nasty bearded dual-citizenshipped American citizens), we may all have to mind our Ps and Qs, watch our backs, and keep watching the skies ...

Silence Is Not Golden

Sometimes so many things of a dispiriting nature happen so quickly, we can't absorb the intensity of it, let alone manage it adequately.

This can be personal or it may be our work that throws up curves. It may also be the cares of the world at large that press in on us - delivered through the news: televised, printed, or internet-beamed.

Whatever the source, there are times when we feel an intense need for silence. Not a monkish vow of silence, but rather a keeping of opinions to ourselves, as if voicing them will remind us of just what a pickle we're (all) in. We continue to live our lives and communicate the usual daily messages of family and camaraderie, but we keep our questioning light hidden, our speculations bland, and our fears diluted to insignificance before utterance.

This may affect us all. It certainly affects writers, including those in the blogosphere. Contrary to what may be general perception, bloggers aren't typically infected with runaway cases of the verbal shits. We as a rule speak through our blogs when we feel we have something meaningful to say, even if the meaning is just for us. Maybe especially if it's just for us. And if we can't express what we are feeling meaningfully, we fall silent.

I must say events of the world of late have been of the truly silencing kind. What do you say about what's happening with our government? With other governments around the world? How do you react when the most promising developments are bloody revolutions?

It seems that each day we've awakened these past few months has held nothing but grimmer and grimmer news for us. And it breaks our hearts to think too much about it, let alone comment.

We sit back and let John Stewart or Colbert spoof our miseries away, by letting us laugh at the absurdity of our situations. This is a salve to our distress, but not a solution.

As it turns out, neither is silence. By keeping mum and laughing it out of our system, we perpetuate it all, in a cycle of increasing depression, hopelessness, and ultimately apathy. Nothing can be fixed, it's all a joke, just live your life with your head down and keep on keeping on. But that is an insidious capitulation.

Rather, now is the time for all of us - bloggers as well as folk usually less forward with their opinions, to speak up, write your thoughts down, or go out and shout them from atop a soapbox in the park.

Whatever works best for you.

I promise I'll be writing, and reading, and listening.

Labor Day

Well, this is Monday, 5 September, 2011, and presumably, officially, 'Labor Day'.

This would be a good day for all of us who have jobs to give profuse thanks, and for those still seeking gainful employment to emulate the British of eons past and keep your upper lip as stiff as possible.

Speaking of 'gainful' employment, I wonder how many of us can say we have it? When does it become so? I suppose if, at the end of the month, you've earned a penny more than expenses and taxes, that could be considered a gain, although you won't build much of a nest egg or rainy day fund at that rate. Especially if you put that penny in the bank to earn a half of one percent in interest. And more especially if you charge anything on a credit card at sixteen percent interest. That fifteen and a half percent gulf will certainly discourage your borrowing to spend on anything not absolutely necessary, right?

But I have slipped off-topic ...

It's good to have a job, and today is the day to celebrate. It's also the day for employers everywhere to rejoice in the good fortune of having an enormous worker pool to fish in. It's a wondrous gift indeed to have so many to choose from. There would be even more choices if our schools could graduate more qualified people. But then, in an economy that is 90% service, what skills do graduates need?

There I go again, off-topic ...

So, to everyone out there with a job today, gainful or not, relax, take a sip of something cool and refreshing, fire up the bbq and have a laugh or two with friends and family. If you have to work today, then the rest of us will just celebrate all the harder, in your honor.

It's a Mad World

In the early 1960's the makers of the film, "It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World" had something a little different in mind. Their 'Madness' was of a wacky, crazy, exhilarating type. It was something to be proud of - in an offhanded way.

It is my increasingly jaundiced opinion that one 'Mad' is all we would need in the title today, because that Madness would be of an entirely more evil and destructive kind.

It would be the Madness of the poorly educated, the desperate, and the brutal. It would be the Madness of the opportunists who seek to harness the unhappiness of those three.

When I think of the magnitude of the tasks inherent in combating this Madness, I quail.

When I search for signs of thoughtfulness and composure in our leaders, I despair.

When I reach out to my fellow citizens I sometimes see things I would rather I had never seen.

Hope is not all lost. There have been worse, or at least equally bad, times for this world. And our (my) views of the leaders that got us through those times is rose-colored by historical edits of what was reality. In contrast, we see the here and now in ugly clarity.

So, long after most of us are gone from this world, I hope there will be people somewhere living peacefully. People who have hope of a better future for their children and a reasoned respect for their leaders - a respect earned by action.

I can only hope in this future, since this surely is not the case now ...

Slow Ride

I rode very slowly today. On a motorcycle. On one of the greatest roads for riding in America.

But slow was what I was feeling.

Maybe because the rest of life has been moving very fast: daughter off to college; increasing responsibility at work; a year's worth of "To Do's" piled up - you know ...

Sometimes the best reaction to perceived excessive speed is to slow down.

But on a ride?

Speed on two wheels is one of the better ways I've found to clear my head and re-center. Just enough speed to force away all extraneous thoughts, but not too much to introduce distracting fear.

But not today. Nothing could drive the thoughts - the worries if you will, away, and so I guess I entered a reverse feedback loop and slowed down. Speed clears the mind, a cluttered mind slows you down.

Seems like a quandary, but if the hypothesis is true, so is the cure ... ride faster next time. Twist that throttle and leave those pesky worries behind.

Cut Off Nose, Spite Face

It is a very human desire to want to undermine your competition. Ruin their best-laid plans. Crush them like the creepy-crawly bugs you surely know they are.

We can see there are quite a few 'Congressmen' in Washington who are exhibiting this desire right now.

They have their supporters too, people who desperately want the party in power to fail, no matter the cost. These folks are smugly cheering as the politicians tug-o-war their way to the precipice.

But for the rest of us, this behavior makes less than no sense. Individuals may gleefully and frequently cut off their noses to 'spite their faces', but not governments. There is too much at stake and too many people that will be hurt.

Poetry Break: Super Pac Man

I wanna be a Pac Man

and gather lots of monies

to spend on causes and good works

not fun or playboy bunnies

I'd sponsor legislation

that would save the human race

Not fund NASA in sending

the first Stripper into Space

So can I get a Super Pac, just like Steve Colbert?

And manage spending programs from home, in my underwear?

If Stephen C can do it, why can't I?

At least Let Me Try!

I'm not distracted by celebrity and fame

I have lots of time, since no one knows My name.

I wanna be a Pac Man;

I'll be balanced and so, so, fair,

Just like Fox News and,

Good 'ol Steve Colbert