Taking a stand

Albeit a minor one, but taking a stand nonetheless.

I’ve waffled back and forth about this for years and finally decided to do what felt right. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Facebook for years. On the plus side, it’s pretty satisfying to post a happy event and get 60 “likes” from friends and acquaintances. On the downside, it’s run by Mark Zuckerberg. A guy who could is all-to happy to take payment in rubles from outside influences intent on wrecking this country. It doesn’t seem right to participate.

His excuse is not wanting his company to have to be the “arbiters of truth” and I get that. It’s a tough proposition. But maybe after he cashes his check for $5B we can have that discussion about first world pain and suffering. Give me a break.

Twitter isn’t much better. Jack Dorsey should have suspended Trump’s account years ago for violating Twitter policy. Finally, after years of using his power to send subtle hints to his “2A group” and lying through his teeth unchallenged, Twitter qualified one of his tweets with a pointer to some accurate information. But at least it’s not a total pansy.

It doesn’t help Zuckerberg’s case that he wines and dines with the Republican establishment. I have just lost all respect for the guy and no longer want to participate in his platform.

The truth is, probably 90% of the friends I had on Facebook won’t even notice. My bad for posting too much political activist content over the years. That content isn’t for everyone and I get that. People use the platform for vastly different reasons. It’s all good. No judgement. I’ll miss keeping up with what’s been going on in the lives of friends, neighbors and acquaintances for sure. In retrospect we probably didn’t need to post all of our meals on there. It’s possible to do TMI and I may have posted at annoying levels at times. Probably guilty. Oh well.

The other thing I got to thinking about is the time sink that social media can be. If not careful, it can be sort of addicting. I got to thinking about several people I know who either don’t have a Facebook account, or had one and gave it up. They are all doing fine. Maybe it would be a positive thing to model them? I dunno, those thoughts crossed my mind for sure. Live in the moment as they say. I’ll be spending a little more time on the blog. I can say what I want here and people can decide if they want to read opinion pieces or not.

Random thoughts. Not a big deal. Just life. Carry on.

The real reason he’ll lose

It boggles the mind that even after all the criminal exposure Trump has had these past 4 years, combined with all the other blunders that he is still within range of pulling off an electoral college victory. Write it off to that’s how cults work I guess.

Had he shown a modicum of presidential character he would probably have 2020 sewn up. Republicans, expert yarn spinners when it comes to their trickledown sales pitch would probably be in position to carry the day November 3rd. It takes a lot to give back the advantage of incumbency, but Trump is on course. He won’t lose because Joe Biden is an awesome candidate who inspires hope in people. He’ll lose because he’s an asshole.

Gravity

From Keely, Barry, Erick, Scott, and Sandin at the Sweetbrier Inn, Tualatin circa 2000.

Simply amazing.   We were spoiled living so close.

You’re the Biggest Part of me

Ain’t Nobody

Minute by Minute

Summertime

Georgie Porgie

Crazy Love

Birmingham

This Masquerade

Blue Bossa

Get Here

I’ll be Over You

Centerpiece

Simple Life

Arthur’s Theme

Fields of Gold

Stand by me

Norwegian Wood

Who will be the fool / What you won’t do for love

Class of 2020

I just finished watching the tribute to the class of 2020 and was struck by the job the producers did in representing a very diverse America.  The graduating seniors have had a tough go of it this year, but they are a talented bunch and I don’t think they are fooled by the messaging of Trump’s Republican party.   They know they are witnessing white man’s last vestiges of holding onto power.

Barack Obama, class guy that he is, delivered a nice speech to the graduating class where there was strong messaging about not ceding your power to the older generation because they’re quite capable of screwing things up.  You’re going to have to get involved, ie. vote.  Trump is completely incapable of delivering such a speech.  He would have made it about him and blathered on about what a great job he’s doing on the pandemic.

Let’s hope the kids get out there and register to vote.

The fort

With the summer of 1970 in full swing and no responsibilities in sight, I found myself hanging out with the neighbor kid behind where we lived brainstorming on what we were going to do with ourselves that day.  On one side of his house, there was a large pile of scrap wood.  A real bonanza of a stockpile.  It had everything from 1/2″ plywood sheets, 2×4’s, 1×2’s and 4×4’s to misc. 3/4″ pieces of various sizes. I know, let’s build a fort! 

Jon’s dad wasn’t home at the moment and his mom didn’t seem to care what happened to that wood so we were good to go.

With an abundance of wood, we could build the coolest fort the neighborhood had ever seen.  I’d built a couple of tree forts prior to this, but those were merely boards between a couple of branches up high to sit on.  This was going to be an impressive structure.

We couldn’t be bothered with architecting anything for this endeavor, we were in too much of a hurry to have a fort.  I made a quick trip home and returned with a handsaw, hammer, and some nails and before you knew it we were on our way.

We could tell from the stockpile of wood that there was about enough material to make a structure that was going to be approximately 4′ high by 6′ long and 3′ deep.  It was going to have an open entrance and some see-through slots that would act as natural windows without having to cut an actual window slot out.

As the afternoon heat set in, the hand sawing ended up being the most challenging part. We would take turns sawing through a big longboard for our sides and top before slapping it on with a few nails.  Often we would saw 3-4 inches, rest, saw a few more inches, rest.  My arms grew numb after a while but we had our sights on the end product and it was going to be a thing of beauty.

By later afternoon we were sweaty, dusty, and tired, but our structure was coming together. Jon’s dad came home a little after 5pm and checked in on our project.  He was impressed with what we had done with the boards.  We felt like we had really accomplished something.  He likes it.  Whew!

The very next day we were enjoying the fruits of our labor and naturally making big plans for phase II.  There was one thing about the fort though.  It was reasonably square at its sides, but overall it had a little wobble to it.

The wobble bothered me, and it felt a little like unfinished business.  Easy enough to fix though, I said to myself.  All we need to do is attached the fort to the house.   I don’t think Mr. Alger will mind.

So we dragged the fort to where it was butted up against the house for fastening, then proceeded to drive several nails from the side of the fort into the house.  Top and bottom for maximum stability.

There, much better!  Hardly any wobble.

Jon’s mom made us lunch that day so we could take it out to the fort.  We spent the rest of the day inside trying to figure out how we could ever top this accomplishment.

Mr. Alger did come home that evening and was not pleased that he now had a 72 square ft. addition to his house.  Free of charge mind you! Some guys are just natural complainers.  And that was the end of the fort project.

Breath in, Lyrics out

(Written in the early 2000’s about a local band)

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Ever wonder what might happen if you took time out to tap into your creative side? Ruby Red’s lead singer Robin Brantley did. The singer/songwriter believes that practicing meditation and following her instincts led her to where she is today – writing hit songs, playing guitar in a band, connecting with audiences in live performance, and loving every minute of it.

Ruby Red is an all-original band with mainstream appeal. Brantley does the songwriting and arranging for the group consisting of herself on acoustic guitar, husband Dave on harmony and percussion, Mark Horn on keys, Chad Crabtree on bass, Brett Hobbs on drums and Jesse Cruz on lead guitar. Considered by most a “crossover” band – (somewhere in-between rock and country), Ruby Red combines acoustic melodies with edgy guitar effects, stimulating drum fills and strong female vocals to bring Brantley’s lyrics to life. The crossover genre is a logical fit considering Brantley’s musical influences are Chrissie Hynde, Sheryl Crow, Patsy Cline, and Loretta Lynn.

The band was formed in 2003 and achieved early success with airplay of Brantley’s song “I Know” on KINK radio. Since then the group has been building on that success, playing bigger venues and getting more recognition as they gain exposure in the PDX music scene.

“The opportunities are really starting to come our way” explains Brantley, in reference to two movie soundtrack deals she’s been working on. One that she is particularly excited about, “Have Mercy! Confessions of the Original Rock ‘N’ Roll Animal”, is based on the life of Wolfman Jack. That plus the opportunity to open for Eddie Money at Esther Short Park in Vancouver is evidence that the band is gaining considerable momentum.

In the studio, Ruby Red has recently completed, “Tall Enough for This Ride” which contains 12 originals including “Mary”, which has seen air time on KUPL. While “Mary” might be the single noticed early, tracks 1 (Second to Nature) and 8 (Say You Need Me) are high energy arrangements backed by solid musicianship that could do even better.

While the rewards have been many, Brantley is the first to admit that pursuing a career in music is a lot of hard work. She sites dealing with band turnover as the most difficult aspect of the job. When Cruz has added a few years ago, over 50 hopefuls were auditioned. The process takes its toll but has its rewards. “Jesse is perfect for us” says Brantley with a glow.

Songwriting is the part that comes easiest to the alluring rocker. Lyrics come to her at all times of the day and night, including in her dreams. Brantley credits meditation. “I feel it’s more than a coincidence”, she says, “that this started happening right after I started practicing meditation.”

Brantley is more than just a pretty face on stage though. She’s an ambitious, business-savvy entrepreneur who understands how to get results in managing and marketing a band. She credits local legends Sonny Hess and Lisa Mann as two role models who have influenced her career. Hess and Mann’s experience, mentoring, and encouragement have been invaluable to her as she navigates through the mine-field that can be the music business.

Brantley is now a firm believer and practitioner of taking time out for inward reflection and meditation. Ruby Red hopes she can continue to channel the lyrics all the way to Nashville.

God in the classroom

(Soapbox to the Tualatin Times many moons ago)

A wise man once said, “Be careful about what you wish for, it could come true.” A recent letter to the editor “God needed in school more than a survey” suggests that our kids would be better off if only we could revert to the days when God was ever-present in our classrooms.

Of course, the first question is, which God? God as in the Jewish God of Abraham? God as in the trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost? God as described by the prophet Joseph Smith? The “Jehovah” I’ve read about in The WatchTower? Allah as experienced by the prophet Mohammed?

In her best selling book, A History of God, respected historian and former Catholic nun Karen Armstrong talks about how man’s idea of God has evolved from a pluralistic form to the modern-day monotheistic God at the time of Abraham and Jacob. Jacob, ever a pragmatist, cut a deal with the God “El”. In exchange for much-needed protection, Jacob agreed to worship El as the one and only God that mattered. Is this the God we’re talking about?

We have a cross-section of all of these belief systems right here in Tualatin. Surely someone who would suggest God be re-instated back into the classroom would want to be inclusive of their neighbor’s belief system.   How do we do this? About the closest I’ve seen to a common denominator is the term Higher Power, but I suspect few would be satisfied with this watered-down description of God.

Since the very definition of God it is a hard question, I’m in favor of using a little class time to explore what each of us means when we say the word, God. In fact, while we’re at it let’s expose our kids to the concepts behind a variety of belief systems so they can make an informed choice.

There would be many benefits to a comparative religion study in public classrooms. Jews, Muslims and Christians might gain an appreciation for each other’s point of view and stop killing each other.

Kids would get the opportunity to do some critical thinking as they form their own belief system. As a parent of 3 kids, above all else, I value giving my kids honest answers to their questions. They’ve come up with some whoppers over the years that are tough for me to deal with because I have more questions than answers myself. If God set up the universe as an experiment, and then gave us free will so he could then reward the faithful, couldn’t he have chosen an experiment that didn’t include so much human suffering?   If God is all-powerful and all-knowing, then he has both the knowledge that there will be suffering and the power to prevent it but chooses not to. Why is this? Eve takes a bite of the forbidden fruit and the price imposed by God is a human sacrifice? Sounds like sort of a vindictive God to me. Are you sure this whole thing isn’t just a cruel joke to get me to behave the way you want?

Talking serpents, plural marriage, child sacrifices, Jonah inside the belly of a whale for 3 days and living to tell about it? Virgin births, rising from the dead, purgatory, life beyond the grave, cannibalistic themes like “eat his body, drink his blood”? The salacious story of Sodom and Gomorrah. I’m having a hard time telling the difference between the Old Testament, a Stephen King novel, and Greek mythology.

Should the knowledge of the 1st century be considered the infallible truth of the 21st? Didn’t Nicolas Copernicus teach us anything about questioning the puerile beliefs of our time?

I see it as a dangerous practice to ascribe literal truth to a compendium of writings drafted over many centuries by scores of different authors with vastly different agendas and perspectives. I find it ironic that those who hold that God belongs in the classroom are usually the same people trying to keep Harry Potter out of the school library.

It’s clear a lot of good has occurred in this world due by people who have a strong faith in God. Unfortunately, history also has recorded the atrocities of The Crusades, the Israeli Palestinian conflict, the IRA in Northern Ireland, and Al Qaeda to name a few, all in the name of God.

When kids ask hard questions about God, instead of giving the usual hand wave answers (my favorite eye-roller is “God didn’t want us to be robots so he gave us free will”), sometimes I find the best answer I can come up with is “That’s a great question but a tough question, so I won’t pretend to have the answer for you at this time.”   Being a parent does not somehow make me an authority figure on God. But I do get to decide if my approach will be rationalism, which seeks to reach the heart through the head, or theology, which seeks to reach the head through the heart.

Whether we like to admit it or not, most of us inherited our belief system from our families. We did no study of belief systems followed by the process of making an objective choice. Someone we trusted made that choice, and in many cases, at infancy. Growing up we were allowed to ask a few questions, but as the questions got harder to answer, instead of admitting they don’t really know, the people responsible for our faith development fell back on that age-old tactic that gets ‘em every time: Fear of eternal damnation.

When you’re an impressionable grade-schooler, the idea of eternity in a place like hell is a tough thing to get past. Perhaps this is why many children just adopt the belief system that’s been browbeaten into their psyche and move on.

I admire many people who have a strong faith in God, especially those who walk the talk. But it’s been my observation that those in favor of re-instating God back in public schools are the same ones who would be marching down to the principal’s office if teachers were to engage kids in a conversation about God and find out the teacher’s definition of God doesn’t match theirs precisely. Perhaps this is why public schools avoid the issue altogether. They can’t win no matter what they do.

In any case, spending classroom time on the subject of God is fine by me.

Compassion

(This was a soapbox to the Tualatin times many moons ago)

Compassion: “Deep awareness of the suffering of another coupled with a wish to relieve it.” (American Heritage Dictionary).

We often confuse ‘compassion’ with sympathy or pity. Compassion is really sympathy-plus. If we are compassionate, we not only sense and care about someone else’s pain or misfortune, we take action to mitigate or remove it.

When former-President Bill Clinton said “I feel your pain,” he was not being compassionate, because he did little, if anything to lessen the pain.

The current president, George W. Bush, gained substantial mileage on the campaign trail with the oxymoronic expression “compassionate conservative.” The word ‘conservative’ connotes ‘respect for tradition or the traditional order.’ Since the traditional order, the status quo, consigns tens of millions of Americans to poverty, inadequate medical care, lousy nutrition, despair, and few means for self help, compassion could not fit. To relieve or eliminate suffering requires change, the very thing conservatism stands against.

But even conservatism is misapplied here. “W” and his followers do want change; they wish to unravel what’s left of the New Deal and its implicit social contract. They are reactionaries bent on disestablishing Social Security, the minimum wage, government regulation, the capital gains tax – if not all taxes. Meanwhile, there’s not a weapons program they would not fund, a place too sacred for oil exploration, or a police force that’s too small. Their “traditional order” would include: even more prisoners (managed by private corporations, of course), more prayer, more environmental destruction, more school testing, more dead convicts, more counter-terrorism, more enemies, and a single exception to a prohibition on human cloning – more John Ashcrofts.

On a personal level, we the privileged, the ones with a house in The Burbs on a cul-de-sac may think of ourselves as compassionate people but we don’t often show it.   We’re not compassionate, just sympathetic, and then only when it’s convenient. We worry about sprawl, traffic congestion, and the cell tower going in across the street. We address these issues after we’ve washed the SUV, swept out the garage, and spent our working hours reading and writing e-mails. We rarely ponder our existence or question the status quo.

If there is a God and He/She/It has a standard for compassion, then I suspect someday we’ll be asked to reconcile our personal, religious, and political beliefs and make some sense out of it all. To effectively align our beliefs with our actions, we need to work harder at seeing through the smoke screens, especially on the campaign trails. Probably worth thinking about the next time someone tries to convince you he or she is worthy of office because they proudly wear the label “compassionate conservative.”