Monday, January 28, 2008
I just noticed something on my cell-phone bill.
I can see charging me for TMs that I send; but why should I have to pay for text messages that other people send me? WTF kind of bullshit is that?!
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Update on the homeless shelter where I work
- One of our newer guests is a 40something woman with a debilitating physical condition--either cerebral palsy or multiple sclerosis, judging by what I've observed. It is truly heartbreaking to watch this woman, who refuses all offers of help, attempt something as common as walking in a straight line or pouring a cup of coffee. That she also is homeless adds insult to injury
- Last night, a male guest who had recently spent several weeks in jail on a trumped-up shoplifting charge was arrested again--this time for getting drunk and physically assaulting another male guest unprovoked. (At least the incident occurred away from the shelter.)
- The other night, a co-worker observed three guests coming out of the bathroom. Their behavior strongly suggested they had shot up in there. One of the guests in question just spent two months in jail on a drug charge and now makes daily visits to the methadone clinic. She also has two young children, whom her parents are raising for her. And she's pregnant again, with the child of another shelter guest.
- A different co-worker recently caught a male and female guest having sex behind a clump of bushes outside the shelter. Later that night, the same co-worker caught them at it again, and again after that!
- I recently caught two guests passing a "40" between themselves after lights out. When I demanded the bottle, they became quite indignant but quieted down when I offered them the chance to sleep outside that night.
- On a more positive note, later this week the shelter is moving into a new space with a lot more room--which of course means accommodating a lot more guests. That's particularly good considering that on a bitterly cold night last week, we had to squeeze 21 guests into our current space. Since we only had 20 air mattresses on hand, I had to let one guy sleep in the armchair. He didn't mind, though, insisting that he was glad just to be out of the cold.
I swear, I could write a soap opera about that place! Of course, it would have to air on pay cable.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The insight and wisdom of William Kristol
From Tom Tomorrow’s This Modern World:
FAILING UPWARD
A small sampling of the wisdom and insight that has just earned William Kristol a weekly column in the New York Times:
Sept. 18, 2002: “[War in
Nov. 21, 2002: “[Removing Saddam] would start a chain reaction in the Arab world that would be very healthy.”
Feb. 20, 2003: “If we free the people of
March 1, 2003: “Very few wars in American history were prepared better or more thoroughly than this one by this president.”
March 5, 2003: “I think we’ll be vindicated when we discover the weapons of mass destruction, and when we liberate the people of
April 4, 2003: “There has been a certain amount of pop sociology…that the Shi’a can’t get along with the Sunni. There’s almost no evidence of that at all.”
April 28, 2003: “The first two battles of this new era are now over. The battles of
March 22, 2004: “[Debates over an Iraqi constitution have shown] the willingness on the part of the diverse ethnic and religious groups to disagree—peacefully—and then to compromise.”
March 7, 2005: “The Iraqi elections of January 30, 2005…could be a key moment—perhaps the key moment so far—in vindicating the Bush Doctrine as the right response to 9/11.”
Nov. 30, 2005: “It is much more likely that the situation in
Aug. 13, 2007: “[Invading Iran] is not a bad idea.”
Friday, January 11, 2008
Mystery Science Theater 3000 meets Olan Mills
http://listoftheday.blogspot.com/2007/09/great-olan-mills-photos.html
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Jan. 10, 1998: The day I became an orphan.
On Thursday morning, Jan. 8, dad was unable to breathe and was rushed by ambulance to the emergency room. I got the call at work and drove to the hospital with dread in my heart. Dad lay on his back, an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, breathing in labored wheezes. I don't remember much of what we talked about on that hellish day, but I'll never forget dad saying, "I'm not coming out of here alive."
At 5:00 a.m. on Saturday the 10th, dad went into cardiac arrest. After a team of doctors and nurses spent a half-hour trying to revive him, they gave up. My father was dead and I was officially an orphan. (My mother had passed away four Januarys earlier, but that's a whole other set of heartaches.)
Cold-hearted as it may sound, we both got a break. By dying of cardiac arrest that cold winter morning, dad was spared several months of slow death by lung cancer--a fate suffered by his kid brother just three years before. And I was spared the hell-on-earth of watching it happen.
For various reasons--out of which I got more than 1,200 manuscript pages in the '90s--my father and I had grown apart. It was entirely my doing as I had begun to change in my early 20s. After a lifetime of pretending to be somebody I wasn't in the name of keeping peace in the family, I finally said "to hell with it" and started to be the person I really was--the only raving left-winger in my highly conservative working-class family.
Dad never understood or particularly approved of the Real Me, but I was his only offspring and he still loved me--even though I spent several years openly expressing my newfound anger and resentment toward the man for having given me a childhood rife with alcoholism and domestic violence. When dad left Connecticut for his Nevada retirement home in 1993, we had a tearful farewell and the tears were genuine on both sides.
In the spring of 1995, I visited my father in Nevada. His health was obviously deteriorating. As such, I decided to move out there to keep an eye on him. I didn't especially care for the desert, but I hadn't relocated for pleasure.
In February 1996, dad suffered a stroke. Though just a mild one, it still had a devastating effect on his ability to do things like speak clearly and write a check. For the next six months, I did my best to look after dad single-handedly and with no professional training in that sort of work. But dad saw the strain it was taking on me. Although he didn't want to leave Nevada, we subsequently relocated to Florida, where we had relatives who had offered to help us out if we moved there.
Turned out, though, neither dad nor I could stand Florida. So at my request, we returned to Connecticut in the spring of 1997. Dad, who believed himself to have Seasonal Affect Disorder, really didn't want to move back north, but agreed to do so for my sake. I think the man knew he didn't have long to live and wanted to do right by me. If so, he succeeded.
In the ten years since my father died, I've had what I'm guessing would be the same thoughts many adults have when they lose a parent. Should I have done more to bridge the gap I had single-handedly created between dad and me? If so, could I have done it without reverting to the severely compromised person I had been before my early-20s awakening? Thankfully, dad bore no overt resentment toward me over those things, particularly after his relocation to Nevada and the subsequent, unexpected, death of my mother. But I still can't help having those thoughts, even at this late date. They don't eat away at me or anything, but are still on my mind.
Having lost both parents, my grandfather and two uncles all during the month of January, I dread this month every damned year. It also doesn't help that it falls in the dead of winter, my least favorite season.
I can't believe it's been a whole decade since I lost dad. Where the hell has the time gone? And will I ever find the happiness and peace of mind that eluded my poor father for his 62 years of life? All I can do is wait and see.
Rest in peace, dad. Christ knows you earned it.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Once again, the farty Old Left tells an oppressed group of people what's best for them.
At the above link, there currently is a discussion—or should I say, a pissing contest—about atheism. As usual, the non-atheists are presuming to tell us what atheism is or should be, and how we obnoxious old atheists ought to comport ourselves. Here’s an example, followed by my response:
There are people who just use atheism as a banner to march under to promote some agenda that sounds much more like a religion that it does anything else, and as a weapon for bashing other people around and an excuse to express anger and hostility.
Your observations are accurate, but will not be tolerated by some of the self-described "atheists" because it is heretical to their doctrine, every bit as much as what they say is heretical to the fundies.
We MUST choose up sides, it MUST be done on the most shallow and superficial basis, we MUST battle with one another to the death over whose doctrine is correct, and we MUST see everything through the lens of two and only two doctrines.
It is a fucking religious war, and has nothing to do with "atheism." One side claims that all "religion" is "wrong" and that they are "right." Yeah. That is a religious war. New religions never claim to be religions, they claim to be "the truth." So to say "we aren't the religious ones! They are the religious ones! Religion is bad! We are the non-religious ones who know the truth!" is just the same old steaming pile of bullshit we get from any sect of true believers and strident doctrinaire zealots. Hanging a sign around one's neck - "official not-religious rational person" doesn't fool anyone.
No one has ever magically become rational or non-religious merely by proclaiming oneself to be. In fact, I find that people so proclaiming about themselves is a pretty damned good sign that their proclamation is false.
Since I have not specifically attacked religion here, or mouthed the correct anti-religion doctrine and dogma, this post will be construed as “apologizing for religion” and place me in the camp of the evil ones spewing heresy and blasphemy.
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“We MUST choose up sides, it MUST be done on the most shallow and superficial basis, we MUST battle with one another to the death over whose doctrine is correct, and we MUST see everything through the lens of two and only two doctrines.”
Kindly cite a single quote where I said anything similar to your unwarranted accusation.
You want to know what's really going on? After centuries of ostracism and discrimination, we atheists have finally said, "Enough!" and are being open about our views. If some people can't handle it, that's their problem, not ours.
Some 40+ years after the Civil Rights Movement, there still exist Americans who seethe with fury when they see a white woman in public with a black man. (My late father was one such American.) But at least now, society no longer considers it acceptable to act on such negative feelings, even verbally. Someday, society (however grudgingly) will grant the same basic human rights to us atheists. I only hope it happens during my lifetime.
Until that day, the thin-skinned and the petulant will continue to have their little temper tantrums. I say, let them! Like their racist, sexist and homophobic forebears, they're part of a dying breed anyway.
Friday, January 4, 2008
In honor of the new year...
1948: GOOD ROCKIN’ TONIGHT – Wynonie Harris
1949: DRINKIN’ WINE SPO-DEE-O-DEE – Sticks McGhee
1950: I’M MOVIN’ ON – Hank Snow
1951: MY REVERIE - The Larks
1952: LAWDY MISS CLAWDY – Lloyd Price
1953: BABY, DON’T DO IT – The “5” Royales
1954: GOOD ROCKIN’ TONIGHT – Elvis Presley
1955: TUTTI FRUTTI – Little Richard
1956: THE TRAIN KEPT A-ROLLIN’ – The Johnny Burnette Trio
1957: WHOLE LOT OF SHAKIN’ GOIN’ ON – Jerry Lee Lewis
1958: JOHNNY B. GOODE – Chuck Berry
1959: WHAT’D I SAY – Ray Charles
1960: GEORGIA ON MY MIND – Ray Charles
1961: TURN ON YOUR LOVE LIGHT – Bobby “Blue” Bland
1962: DO YOU LOVE ME (NOW THAT I CAN DANCE)? - The Contours
1963: SURFIN’ U.S.A. – The Beach Boys
1964: WISH SOMEONE WOULD CARE – Irma Thomas
1965: A CHANGE IS GONNA COME - Sam Cooke
1966: HOLD ON! I’M COMIN’ – Sam & Dave
1967: THE DARK END OF THE STREET – James Carr
1968: THINK – Aretha Franklin
1969: KICK OUT THE JAMS - The MC5
1970: WAR – Edwin Starr
1971: WHAT’S GOING ON – Marvin Gaye
1972: ROCK AND ROLL - Led Zeppelin
1973: SUPERSTITION - Stevie Wonder
1974: YOU HAVEN’T DONE NOTHIN’ – Stevie Wonder
1975: NO WOMAN, NO CRY – Bob Marley & The Wailers
1976: ANARCHY IN THE U.K. - The Sex Pistols
1977: LOVE AND HAPPINESS - Al Green
1978: (WHAT'S SO FUNNY 'BOUT) PEACE, LOVE & UNDERSTANDING - Elvis Costello
1979: LONDON CALLING – The Clash
1980: FUNKYTOWN – Lipps, Inc.
1981: THE ADVENTURES OF GRANDMASTER FLASH ON THE WHEELS OF STEEL - Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five
1982: I LOVE ROCK ‘N’ ROLL – Joan Jett & The Blackhearts
1983: LITTLE RED CORVETTE – Prince
1984: WHEN DOVES CRY - Prince & The Revolution
1985: SUN CITY - Artists United Against Apartheid
1986: WALK THIS WAY – Run-D.M.C.
1987: U GOT THE LOOK - Prince with Sheena Easton
1988: GET OUTTA MY DREAMS, GET INTO MY CAR – Billy Ocean
1989: WALK THE DINOSAUR – Was (Not Was)
Beyond that, I'm really not sure. Sorry!