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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

All Saints Day

Halloween is also commonly referred to as All Hallows Eve.  All Hallows, the day after Halloween, is also commonly referred to as All Saints Day, the Solemnity of All Saints, or The Feast of All Saints.  All Hallows is the second day of Hallowmas, Halloween being the first day, and is followed by All Souls Day or The Day of the Dead (nothing to do with zombies, even though during the celebrations the dead do parade through the streets).
 
It seems like something got messed up in the holiday planning schedule.  Christmas isn't Christeen, yet the first day of Hallowmas is Halloween, and on the first day of Hallowmas we dress up like ghouls, goblins, and zombies, yet the Day of the Dead is two days later.  Huh?  Well, Halloween is actually Hallowe'en, a contraction of "All Hallows Evening", or All Hallows EveAll Saints Day honors all saints, known and unknown. 
 
What?  I wasn't the best of Catholics, but I thought saints had to be vetted by the church prior to receiving the mantle of "Saint."  I got the quick answer through Wikipedia:
"In Western Christian theology, the day commemorates all those who have attained the beatific vision in Heaven. In the Catholic Church and many Anglican churches, the next day specifically commemorates the departed faithful who have not yet been purified and reached heaven. Other Christian traditions define, remember and respond to the saints in different ways; for example, in the Methodist Church, the word "saints" refers to all Christians and therefore, on All Saints' Day, the Church Universal, as well as the deceased members of a local congregation, are honored and remembered."
Here we can see the term "church" is being used as it was intended, not the physical structure in which one worships, but as the "congregation" of the faithful.  Originally, Christian use of the term "saint" referred to any believer "in Christ" and in whom Christ dwells.  With this definition we can easily see how many of us might rate "unknown" sainthood status.
 
So, this Thursday, as you dress up yourself, or the kids, in costume, don't forget that it is the first day of Hallowmas, Hallowe'en.  When  you wake up the next morning don't forget to pay a little "self-serving" respect to all the saints.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Things that go bump in the night...

"fae ghosties & ghoulies& lang-legged beasties& things that go bump in the nicht...guid lord, deliver us"
(traditional Scottish prayer)
Things that go "bump" in the night?  As a child, those things scared the hell right back into me!  Now, as an adult, I can still launch out of my theater seat when the creature jumps out.  My launch is not without reward as it usually makes several others around me jump as well.  So, why do we find ghosts, ghouls, and beasts so fascinating that we go out of our way just to make our skin crawl?
 
Oh, there are probably countless papers in psychology, anthropology, neurology, and other fields of study to explain why.  I'd like to think it's just fun.  It takes me back to the days of The Beast with Five Fingers, and The House on Haunted Hill, Vincent Price, Peter Cushing, Boris Karloff, Peter Lorre, and Christopher Lee.  I lived for the Saturday matinee at our local theater and if Hammer Films had a new release, you were sure to find me in line for The Man with the X-Ray Eyes with Ray Milland, or The Day the Earth Stood Still (the original) with Michael Rennie.  This was back when young kids could still ride the bus without fear of being abducted or molested, the movie was fifty cents and so was the popcorn.  A couple of bucks was a short vacation for moms each week.
These were movie years when there was an actual storyline, and acting was relied on to carry a film.  Nowadays it seems they rely on blood, guts, and gore piled atop gore with Saw 18: Coping Saw Cotillion, and Friday the 13th: Test Tube Baby Jason.  Oh, wait for it, it'll come.  Jason's baby arm will reach out from inside momma, snatch a scalpel from the tray and we're off to the movies! 

This is entertainment?  Where is the talent, creativity, an original thought?  Yawn!  If you're going to make more than one of something that's just a gorefest, please do it because it was worth doing the first time, do it because it won an award, stop the franchise at number three, and go off to prove you are capable of something else, or something better.  And, my goodness, don't keep re-making the old classics unless you can do better.  They were classics for a reason.  Now we can look forward to remakes of movies that aren't even classics.  Total Recall from 1990 was just remade in 2012 and wasn't any better for the effort.  Let's remake African Queen and cast Tom Cruise opposite Lucy Liu.  Or, better yet, make one of the stars African American, or Asian.  We're good at changing characters so they don't make any sense for the date and location of the story, but at least it will be politically correct...stupid, but politically correct.

Things that go bump in the night, like my book as it hits the floor when I drift off to sleep.  The book I read because of the lack of anything worth watching on the mind-numbing screen.  And the countless kids dressed in costumes for Halloween have dwindled down to just a few and several teenagers.

But, I have bought my candy and will wait for that knock on my door, that cherished "trick or treat" from another soon to be an extinct American tradition, like the Pledge of Allegiance or "In God We Trust."  God gave us plenty to be afraid of, and we felt the list needed some color.  I think we do this to show God we aren't afraid to confront our fear, we understand there's evil in the world, and we are ready for it with a healthy "fight or flight" response.

Upstairs, in the bedroom, I hear the closet door roll closed and footsteps padding to the bathroom.  I begin the first proof of this post before putting through the spell and grammar check.  As usual, I went off in several directions. 

As I reach for my Martini, I look at the stairs to the bedroom and suddenly remember, I live alone!

God bless us all, this Halloween!! 

I offer up an interesting article for your enjoyment, one Christians view of Halloween.  I wholeheartedly agree!  Please follow the link below:

http://www.crosswalk.com/special-coverage/halloween/thank-god-for-halloween.html

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Joyful Hands!!

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As most of my readers are aware, each weekend I take some time to go through downtown Olympia, and the surrounding area, looking for blogging topics.  I had been interested in a line of folks that I had seen on several occasions, waiting to get food and a drink.  I made a mental note that I had to stop in when I had the time to check it out.  This morning was that time.
 
At first glance one would think everyone in line was part of Olympia's homeless culture.  I was clued in that some were, and some were just hungry and wanted a meal.  Some were young, some older, some clean and some not so.

I was even invited to partake of the meager fare, but declined knowing that supply was probably short, and I was not in need.  One gentleman I talk to had eaten at home this morning but had come down to visit with Dee and the folks he has come to call his family, his own having abandoned him when he put himself into a wheelchair for reasons I will not go into here.  He pointed out the individual he says was the cause of him being bound to the chair, and was quick to point out he had found forgiveness toward him.  His life seemed to be one of mistakes, drugs, accidents, and now, rebirth.  If he is indicative of Dee's ability to promote even small change, she is definitely doing the Lord's work.
 
A short, full figured woman approached from the tent where food was being doled out and I was told by my wheeled friend that this was "Mama" Dee. 
 
I introduced myself to Dee Hampton, founder of Joyful Hands Ministries, and found her to be personable and eager to discuss her ministry, and why she got started.  The "why" of it was moving, personal, and though she shared it with me freely I feel it not my place to relay it for fear of mucking it up.  If you have occasion to meet this giving woman, ask her yourself, I'm sure she will be happy to tell you.
 
The "Mission Statement" of Joyful Hands Ministries is short and to the point:
 
 
"Joyful Hands is taking it to the streets to pour out the love of God to the people who are in need.  We do this through warm food, a hug, a smile, a kind word, or a listening ear."
 
 PictureThere was quite a line when I arrived on site.  By the time I met Dee that line had rapidly dwindled, as everyone took their food, found a vacant patch of wall to lean against, and sat to eat and visit. 
 
I found out she runs the food line on a shoestring and a prayer, willing to take food donations, supplies, or funds.  I wasted no time in pulling cash in my pocket and forking it over, briefly whimpering when I saw a fiver mixed in with the one's, but knowing it would be well used.  At Dee's invitation, I will be returning in future with more funds, food, and supplies.  I have been looking for some sort of outreach and she seems to offer just that.  
 
Joyful Hands Ministries serves breakfast every Saturday morning from 8:00 to 11:00, and even prepares sandwiches for those who would like a lunch.
 
If you would like to help:
"Well, then, you can! If you're a Washingtonian: We're located at the parking lot that is located on the corner of State, and Washington across from the Intercity Transit Station. If you're not local, then, we'd still appreciate your help."
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As I have a strict rule against taking donations for my own blog, I feel just as strongly about asking for donations for anyone else, or allowing them to use my site for that purpose regardless of how worthy I may think their endeavor might be.  I would ask, instead, that you visit Dee's website, or go visit her and the volunteers at the food tent one Saturday and let your own conscience be your guide.

For further information, please contact Dee and visit the website.  I have included this information below:
 


Joyful Hands Ministries
2122 Overhulse RD, NW, Olympia WA, 98502
(360) 292-2060
 
 

Sunday Thought - October 27, 2013: Go Have Fun!



Argh, matey!  When was the last time you went out and just had fun?  I met this motley crew at a festival and was taken by the difference in ages.  Eight to eighty, it doesn't matter, fun is fun!  These folks were having a bounty of it, pun purely intended.  I think the median age at this shindig was around fifty.  I have noticed, more and more, folks are refusing to be left behind by the younger crowd.  This is a good thing.
Sitting at home and vegetating does nothing for your well being.  Oh, it is relaxing, but relaxing is not having fun.  You need to have fun!   I don't think the two gals on the right would have given this up for anything short of the grand kids. 
You have five days till Halloween, so you better get a move on.  And let's not get all wrapped up in this immature concern over Halloween being a pagan or satanic celebration.  My goodness, it is a time to have a little fun.  The only thing satanic about that costumed group in the photo might be the carnal thoughts going through one of old girls minds, and she has earned the right.
Even if you just don a set of rabbit ears, or a clown nose, go out and have some fun and dare anyone to give you grief.  Face it, if you are all they care about, who need to get a life?  Make it them!  And, if you're still having a problem with the satanic overtones of the day, then change up the tempo.  Dress up like Mary or John the Baptist, or Jesus for that matter.  That'll teach em!
But, most important, just don't worry about it.  It's just another day to have some righteous fun!
Praise God tomorrow, and every day.  Give thanks for all you have, and how darned good you look in that costume, no matter your age.
"I'll bet living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween." 
~Author Unknown 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

60 Years of Sin and Redemption

This post is dedicated to my handsome, intelligent son Todd, my darling daughter Annie, and my two beautiful grandchildren, Owen and Annabeth, to whom she is the epitome of motherhood. If I haven't made it clear enough, you are, and always have been, my life, my love, and my reason for being.  -- Dad 
 
"So darlin'
Save the last dance for me."
-- Doc Pomus

I heard the story behind this old classic song on my way home from work tonight.  Doc had polio as a kid and it left him unable to walk.  He found that the blues was an outlet that intrigued him and was soon singing in black night clubs.  When he finally married, he couldn't even dance with his wife at the reception.  He told her to go dance and enjoy herself, it was her wedding.  Years later he wrote this song on the back of old wedding invitations.  He said he was just writing another song to entertain, nothing special.  His wife still couldn't speak of it without breaking down.  I had to pull the car over.  It is very difficult to wear contacts, cry, drive, and wipe the tears from your eyes.
 
Everyone who knows me, knows how emotional I am, especially my daughter.  She would get the box of tissue before I started the tape of Disney's Incredible Journey, because she knew I would be a basket case before the end.  Yes, real men cry...a lot.  They can also wear pink, and make it look good;  cook a fabulous meal, and clean up after themselves; decorate a house, in something other than "man cave gridiron;" and actually be pretty good fathers, when they're given the chance.
 
Having said all that, I offer apologies up front, to my son.  Todd, I might be gonna do it again!
 
I made it home, finally, and couldn't get the story of Doc Pomus out of my head.  The story had more meaning to me than what Doc had intended.  For me it was about my kids, and my grand kids, and everyone else in my life that I always told I loved, or maybe hadn't told enough and it seemed I was never there for.  But, I was always there.  I was always trying to do the right thing, not always succeeding, but trying.  I always wanted everyone to be all they could be, including my ex-wife.  I told her I didn't want her to live her life for me, I wanted her to be somebody, for herself.  OK, not the best advice in hindsight.
 
My son has done more than I could have ever hoped for, including meeting a beautiful woman that's makes him very happy.  My daughter always wanted to be a mother, and she is all of that, having met a Marine any father-in-law would be proud to call son.  Teresa keeps silent, but I know she wants more of me than I am ready to give.  She is patient, and I don't tell her nearly enough how much I love, care for, and appreciate her and the effort she has given.
 
To all my friends I have kept at arm's length for years, never willing to take the emotional risk, I appreciate the fact that you have seen right through me and loved me anyway.  I love you all so damned much it hurts.
 
You can only do the best you can with the cards you're dealt.  Sometimes you toss away the wrong cards, sometimes you can double up, sometimes you have to bluff, but you can never win if you aren't in the game! Today I declare myself a winner.  Life has chewed me up and spit me back out onto a path that was 60 years in the making.  Born again?  Hmmm...to quote from my favorite movie, Oh Brother Where Art Thou:
Pete: Well I'll be a sonofabitch. Delmar's been saved.
Delmar O'Donnell: Well that's it, boys. I've been redeemed. The preacher's done warshed away all my sins and transgressions. It's the straight and narrow from here on out, and heaven everlasting's my reward.
Ulysses Everett McGill: Delmar, what are you talking about? We've got bigger fish to fry.
Delmar O'Donnell: The preacher says all my sins is warshed away, including that Piggly Wiggly I knocked over in Yazoo.
Ulysses Everett McGill: I thought you said you was innocent of those charges?
Delmar O'Donnell: Well I was lyin'. And the preacher says that that sin's been warshed away too. Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now. C'mon in boys, the water is fine. 
Today, my kids live in southern California, my parents on the Mississippi gulf coast, and my girlfriend is on her ranch in Mexico.  Funny, how life works out.  I'm sitting here alone in Olympia, sipping on a freshly opened bottle of 18 year old The Glenlivit, listening to Jazz on National Public Radio, and celebrating 60 years of a life I haven't wasted.  You know what?  I feel fine with that.  I can't count all my blessings on fingers and toes.  That's a good thing!
 
For me, Darlin' is everyone I know, everyone I have ever touched, or has ever touched me.  Darlin' are all those people in my life to whom I have said, "Go for it!"
 
To my family back east in Rhode Island, down south in Mississippi, here in Washington, and to my children, my grandchildren, my parents Domenic and Evelyn, Teresa, and all of my loving, caring, beautiful friends and "extended" family that may wonder if I ever think of them, I do and I love you all, so please...
 
...save the last dance for me!
 
"There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of the people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will have truly defeated age."
-- Sofia Loren 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Chivalry Is Not Dead!

chiv·al·ry  noun \ˈshi-vÉ™l-rÄ“\ : the system of values (such as loyalty and honor) that knights in the Middle Ages were expected to follow: an honorable and polite way of behaving especially toward women

For my purpose, the definition of "chivalry" to be addressed in this post is, "An honorable and polite way of behaving, especially toward women."  You can almost hear the collective and painfully derisive sighs coming from women who read this, and why not?  When was the last time anyone saw a man under the age of 30 or 40, or any age nowadays, being chivalrous? 

Consider, if you will, the following quote:
A common fallacy among men and women is that chivalry is one-sided, which means that a woman can also take the initiative and do something chivalrous for her man, especially since the times have changed. You want to put yourself out for a woman who is worthy of such royal treatment, since this says a lot about her personality. The problem is that it's hard to tell whether or not the woman you are stressing over deserves your efforts of chivalry... Chivalry isn't about getting things in return, it's about being recognized to a degree for your actions and knowing that the person you are with will also treat you right. Chivalry is a two-way street, in which you shouldn't be taken for a ride.
-- Heidi Muller
Before I launch into my usual bloviating self, let me first say that I really have no idea who Heidi Muller is.  From what little I could find, however, she is touted as an author, editor, and relationship guru.  There is much daylight between her idea of chivalry and mine.  It isn't that her definition is bad, it simply isn't mine.  She is, of course, stating a woman's view, and this might explain the distance between us - like, Mars and Venus.  But, kudos to Ms. Muller for taking a good stab at it.

As a man raised by a Mississippi mother, "Southern" to the deepest extent, I beg to disagree with Ms. Muller in the following respects:  Chivalry is most definitely one-sided, as men should not be picking and choosing a time for "honor" (refer to the definition, above).  I agree that times have changed and women can also take the initiative, but this in no way should have bearing on a man's learned behavior of being, at all times, honorable and polite.  And, this isn't "royal treatment."  These are all too uncommon courtesies.  If someone chooses not to reflect products of a genteel upbringing, well, it should speak volumes to those around them.    Whether she is deserved of the courtesies, or not, is of little consequence.  Her behavior can be ruminated later, behind her back, but certainly not in front of polite company. 
“Don’t make the mistake of looking down on your partner. You’re only on that pedestal because they put you up there.”
-- Kamand Kojouri, author, poet 
Hence, chivalry definitely isn't about getting anything in return. If it were, then Ms. Muller wouldn't have contradicted herself in the same sentence with saying it is about being "recognized to a degree for your actions" and ensuring the woman will "treat you right" as a form of that recognition.  Not getting anything in return negates any thought of even caring whether the person you are with recognizes diddly, much less responds in kind.  Chivalry is, for all intent, a "one-way street," and real men, selfless men, do it because it is the right thing to do.

Understanding this, you can be yourself and act normal in the knowledge that your "normal" is always guided by chivalry, because honest chivalry, by real men, is not an act! If it is an act, look forward to rocky relationships.  You'll deserve it, as will she for not seeing through your shallow, selfish, stupidity (I so cleaned this up). Be chivalrous because it is the right thing to do. That's it. If no one appreciates it, that isn't your problem any more than it's theirs. At the end of the day, you have to look in the mirror and tell yourself as a real man, that you did right. There are some things women just don't understand anymore, and it isn't their fault.  It is a failing of our society to demand polite civility and courtesy from everyone.  Don't be angry, be understanding, and deal with it.  It is what it is until we change it.  Be an example for change.
"A gentleman is someone who does not what he wants to do, but what he should do."
-- Haruki Murakami, author
Now, let's get down to some long-awaited bloviating (no, all that wasn't it).

I've received my share of odd looks from ladies, the young and old, usually when I stop to hold open a door for them or offer assistance with a heavy bag. I think I get the odd looks because, at first, they don't know how to respond, and then they're not sure what to say.  As if saying "thank you" had been forgotten, or never learned.  One young lady was shocked when, as we were both entering the medical center, I said, "Good morning!"  She checked me twice before smiling and saying she hadn't heard that from anyone in a long time.  The older ladies tend to say they thought chivalry was dead. My stock response to them is that it's just hiding inside older handsome men, like me. It usually gets a chuckle from them, but I'm not sure that's a good thing. The younger ladies wonder what I'm after, and I think the older ladies wish I were after... I'd rather not imagine. I'm flattered but, in all humility, no.  We need to get over ourselves.

The concept of chivalry is more times than not, handed down as part of a boys upbringing, a part of his rite of manhood if you will. At least that's the way it used to be. And, even then, it was taught by the mother and, if the father was brought up right, he would reinforce the instruction. That reinforcement is as much to impress the father's mother with how well-mannered junior is, as it is to keep junior in tune to the fact that his own mother is watching both of them. Later in life, when girls come into the picture, this reinforcement will assist junior in primping his plumage, so to speak, in order to attract, impress, and keep a chosen Ms. Right.
"Chivalry is not just a fancy word with a neat meaning; it's a way of life."
-- Vaughn Ripley, author, speaker, fitness pro
However it manages to get ingrained in the young person, chivalry is all about upbringing. If they learned it on their your own, or from mom, or even dad, something in their young life put them on the right path to doing the right thing in being, always, the gentleman - a chivalrous knight! Unfortunately, now days being a gentleman is as rare as seeing a shining knight, as the armor is usually well tarnished.
“Exhibition of power can easily put you on the pedestal, but then it is like a prison, it is a lonely place.”
-- Anupama Garg, author
Finding a real lady is also as rare. As evidence, have a look at the photos of beautiful women standing on the red carpet for their photo op at an awards ceremony.  If you remember how women are supposed to stand, count how many are.  You might find one or two but, by in large, they stand like football players.  As men have blurred the line between being a gentleman and a pig, so to have women blurred the line between being a lady and trailer trash (again, being kind here). Even when a young lady wants to be appropriate, they probably never had instruction in the genteel art of walking, talking, and crossing their legs like a lady. Crossing their legs? Good luck with that. Seen the height of the skirt? PLEASE cross your legs! Point made.

So, who's at fault? We're back to family values. If parents don't teach and enforce good values, the kids probably won't learn them. God knows the unionized school system of today isn't going to give one rat's patoot about teaching "charm" school to young women. Teachers have a hard enough time reflecting any good values themselves, much less expecting it of the students.  Do as I say and if you don't, who cares?  They don't even require the teachers to do a quality job of teaching educational basics anymore. Taxpayers money well spent, by the unions more concerned about teacher protection and union profits than student education. I understand teacher's unions are opposed to banning rapists, child molesters, and murderers, from teaching our children. Whether it's true or not is not as concerning as that it wouldn't surprise me.  Putting the children first?  Let's go with that... please.

Many years back, when my daughter was just five or six, I had a conversation with a middle-aged African American woman clerk in the children's section of a well-known department store. We were commenting on the children around us.  She shook her head, smiled, and mentioned that black children stopped being respectful when the black mother's stopped demanding and enforcing that respect. Seeing as how she and I had already found common ground in that we were both born in the Deep South, I reminded her that white children stopped being respectful at that same time; when black mothers, also entrusted with raising the white children, stopped demanding it from them as well. For most of the south, that was the culture, black housekeepers kept the white children in line just as they would their own. We both laughed at the reality of my point, which shows how far we have come with equal rights. We were just two people talking, finding common ground and respect, and finding good humor in dark history. But, it was the common ground and respect that was important.

Proper behavior in children disappeared with dressing for Sunday services, eating at the dinner table (with cell phones and the television turned off), waiting for the lady of the house to sit down first, knowing which fork to use for what, saying yes and no ma'am, holding the door open for someone, and showing respect, especially to those much older than you.
“Some say that the age of chivalry is past, that the spirit of romance is dead. The age of chivalry is never past, so long as there is a wrong left unredressed on earth.”
-- Charles Kingsley (1819-1875), priest, professor, historian, reformer, author
Chivalry is not dead, it has just become a punchline, an anecdotal little nothing we bring out when we think of it, and usually as an afterthought.  Like a frightened child, it is in hiding, and it's usually childish cowards who hide it. Perhaps its hidden in fear of the League of the Perpetually Offended who constantly find a reason for some imagined offense of polite society. God forbid we should simply treat each other with some modicum of respect and kindness; their heads would surely explode.

If a woman wants chivalry fro men, she should demand it. If she's going to demand it she should earn it, even if she isn't required to. If you want to be treated like a lady, for God's sake, act like a lady. Clean up your language, spit out your gum so you can speak your native tongue properly and, for God's sake, learn to walk. There's nothing worse than seeing any woman dressed provocatively and walking like a truck driver. Even worse if she's chewing gum like a cow chews the cud.  And, by the way, more can actually be less when you dress. Go to town with those high heels and tight skirts, but leave something to the imagination. This is going to sound very male pig of me but, what makes you think someone would offer to take you to dinner and a movie to see the secret if you're already parading it around for free?  Just a thought.

When I say ladies should demand the chivalry they deserve, make him open the door for you; stand there until he does it, and then say thank you. It's about training and positive reinforcement (men are as trainable as any other mangy dog). Both my girlfriend and mother wait at the car door for someone to open it for them. I try to remember.  I can't count the number of times I had to get back out of the car as they just stood there waiting for the door to magically open for them. And if you think leaning over the passenger seat to open it works, think again. They will stand there and wait for you to come around until hell freezes.  Cold doesn't affect me, but I do bore easily.
“As a Texan, I say ma'am and sir to my age contemporaries and open doors for anyone that I can. This goes for men, too, though it is appreciated when they beat me to it and disappointing when they don't.”
-- Tiffany Madison, author, journalist
And, ladies, this same tact is true for turning off our TV when you find a need to talk to us, or when the dinner is ready---at the table. Deal with it guys, it's called a relationship. If you ladies aren't listening to what I'm saying, you deserve the pig you end up with as much as the pig deserves it when you divorce his sorry butt for the pool guy who pays you some attention. If your husband is a wife beater, either leave him or beat him worse.  Leaving really isn't any more difficult than you want to make it.

Men, generally, need to grow the hell up. Women need to go back to charm school and at least learn how to walk (it's a basic skill) and if you can't wear high heels, then don't; it's a talent that takes some work to master. You aren't sailors or truck drivers though, nowadays, you might be, but you are still women. Act like it! I've had gay friends that are more feminine than most of the women I know, and they actually can walk in heels. 

And one more thing guys, when you talk to a woman, take your hat off, spit out the gum, clean up your language, and show some damned respect!  Your grandmother will be proud, and that means grandpa, dad, and junior won't catch hell.
“Gentlemen, be courteous to the old maids, no matter how poor and plain and prim, for the only chivalry worth having is that which is the readiest to pay deference to the old, protect the feeble, and serve womankind, regardless of rank, age, or color.”
-- Louisa May Alcott, author, "Little Women"
Editor's Note
(Re: disclaimer cum "get out of jail free" card)

Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider an alternate viewpoint. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and while engaging in peaceful and constructive discussion, in an arena of mutual respect, concerning those opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.
Pastor Tony spent 22 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world renowned, Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research. Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead Chaplain and Chaplain Program Liaison, at the regional medical center. 

Pope Francis - Hero Worship

He doesn't have a big "S" emblazoned across his chest, no long flowing cape, and he would never presume to walk on water, but the new Pope might just be my new hero in a world of disappointing religious leaders.  Pope Francis joins the ranks of the only other people I have ever wanted to meet, and thank, for all they do to try and salvage this world.  It is a short list:  Mother Theresa, the Dalai Lama (Tenzin Gyatso), and Pope Francis.
 
You want my adoration you have to do the right thing.  I think the Pope has endeavored to do that since his first day in office, and continues with his latest expelling of the German bishop from his diocese over a 31 million euro scandal.  The Pope seems to be hoping the "Bishop of Bling" will meditate on the error of his ways.  I would hope for monastic seclusion as a better venue for this meditation, but it's not our call.  This is the gentle side of a Pope that is shaking up the Vatican and asking all of the religious leaders under him to lead leaner lives as an example to the faithful.

If you haven't taken the time to read something of this wonderful person, there is much to find if you just Google him.  I have found just reading about his current exploits to be fascinating.  His life is as much so, and explains much of why he is what he is.  I, for one, hope he is for a very long time to come.
 
With new found love and admiration, I wish him all the best and hope he continues the good work.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Allergies and Children

“If you are allergic to a thing, it is best not to put that thing in your mouth, particularly if the thing is cats.”
-- Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window    
 
What is happening to our children?  Why are so many kids allergic these days?  This is the question titling an article I read last week.  When I was growing up I don't remember any kids with allergies.  Today, the CDC says 1 in 20 kids have an allergy to foods and 1 in 8 had skin allergies.  Seems like a lot to me, and that's up 50% and 69%, respectively, from the 1990s.  The 1990s?  What the????

What's going on?

Well, there may be a couple of issues here.  It seems the CDC "study" was pretty narrow with their study group, only surveying parents that self-reported the supposed allergies.  What kind of a protocol was that?  Kind of defeats "scientific method" doesn't it?  And, the parents got their medical degree where, Sears?  Hmmm.

And then there is my belief that we have, since the 1970s, been raising a crop of whiners and, by extension, hypochondriacs.  This is a direct result of bleeding hearts breeding more children than the more conservative, bill paying, strong backs.  I don't blame the children.  Nazi breed Nazis because that's all the children are brought up to know.  It is the same with weakness, alcoholism, drugs, and hypochondriacs.  The fact that our enabling government and legal system prohibits us from seriously disciplining our children doesn't help the problem, especially when these kids are being sent off to battles and haven't even had a fist fight, much less their butts spanked.  God forbid we should violate their civil liberties.  We'd rather see them come home in a box.

The point I'm trying to make, from far out in left field, is that we end up watching out for our kids so closely it's a wonder they aren't living their formative years like the boy in the bubble.  Or, are they?
 
We raise them on rarefied air in our HVAC systems, a breeding ground for Legionnaires Disease; Hepa filters in air purifies and vacuum cleaners; charcoal filter everything good from life giving water; and kill the good bacteria along with the bad by sterilizing our kitchen counters, our laundry, and our bodies with antiseptic soaps.  Yet, the wife of a poor Vietnamese farmer can stop picking rice long enough to squat in the paddy, squeeze out the baby with no assistance, clean it up and go back to picking rice.  No big surprise the Viet Cong kicked our fat, lazy, antiseptic asses out of their country.
 
Yes, we have a better mortality rate for our children.  It's nice to know they will live long enough to become the hypochondriac we always hoped they'd be so we can label them.  Oh joy!  By the way, those increases in allergies...more pronounced in "developed" economies.  Still want to reach for that Clorox wipe?  
 
My mother always kept her kitchen and house clean with soap and water, sponge and a rag.  She vacuumed with an old Hoover and dusted with an old t-shirt of Dad's that she tore into rags.  I was rarely sick.  I do the same around my place.  I cook, a lot.  I clean the kitchen with, heaven forbid, a sponge and soapy water.  Not a germ ridden sponge!  Yes!  And no one has gotten sick eating my food.  I cut meat on the veggie side of the cutting board and veggies on the meat side.  Big whoop!  I wash both sides!
 
Eat eggs or don't eat eggs.  Whole milk, no, skim!  Don't eat pork, eat pork.  Don't want to breast feed your baby?  Use formula!  Formula?  Would you eat something called formula?  This seems a bit reminiscent of the drug sub-culture of my youth.  Who in their right mind would ingest something called "Acid?"  It was aptly named for what it did to your mind.
 
Today we have drugs disguised as candy to make it easier to get our children to take it when they're sick.  So we, as parents, become the "candy man" to our kids, and are surprised when they find a new candy man as they get older.  
 
I think we could dissect all the findings and suppositions of countless studies and still arrive at the same conclusion.  It all boils down to what we've done to ourselves.
 
Like the poor Vietnamese farmer, kids in this country that are raised on farms or in rural areas tend toward better health than those in urban, city habitats.  Fresh non-processed foods do better for us than the processed counterparts and fast foods.  Butter is better than margarine, and a bit of meat grease (bacon or pork fat) never hurt.  Your body knows what to do with this kind of fat and cholesterol, taken in moderation.  Rule of thumb:  If the fat stays congealed above body temperature -- don't eat it!
 
Does it really surprise anybody when advice telling us to stop old habits is superseded by new advice telling us to reinstate the old advice?  We keep trying to find the new "right thing," while our bacon gulping, pipe smoking, white lightning drinking, collard greens eating, buttermilk churning grandmothers turn 100 and shake their heads at us in disappointment.
 
I was told by doctors I suffer from hereditary cholesterol that diet and exercise won't help.  I was on meds for it until I went to Mexico and discovered that diet and exercise lowered my cholesterol.  I stopped taking my meds and cut my blood pressure meds in half as well.  Turns out I was my own best advocate.  Does this mean it's right for everyone to do?  Absolutely not, but ask questions, get educated about what you suffer from, and be your own best advocate.
 
So, what's going on with our children?  We're turning them into us, and that may not be a good thing.
 
Maybe we believe too much what we read and hear, forgetting what we've known all our lives, what our grandmothers always knew.  Less is more, natural is better, if it tastes good it is probably bad and if it tastes nasty you should probably learn to love it.  I finally learned to love collard and mustard greens, yogurt, vinegar, buttermilk and cottage cheese.  I drop the milk fat somewhere else in my diet.
 
I rarely get sick and have no allergies.  Will my path work for others?  Probably not, it's my path, and I will never advise anyone to follow my diet any more than I would to follow my path.  You need to be your own advocate and follow your own path.
 
My girlfriend's niece is a vegetarian, but she has been craving hamburgers lately, constantly!  Her view?  She says her body is telling her she is anemic so eat some red meat.  I like the idea of listening when our bodies try to tell us something.  So it should be with our children and allergies (wondering when I was getting back around to this).  Before you jump to conclusions, make certain your conclusion is valid.
 
My daughter had an aversion to milk products when she was very young.  She would eat ice cream and urp it all back up.  She liked ice cream.  Any time she ate it I just made sure we weren't in the car.  It's really hard to clean all the nooks and crannies in a car.  The doctor said she would grow out of it, and she did.  his advice was to monitor, be judicious, and see what happens, but let her be a child!  For us, this was good advice.
“every session I had no fewer than sixteen girls with “allergies” to dairy and wheat—cheese and bread basically—but also to garlic, eggplant, corn, and nuts. They had cleverly developed “allergies,” I believe, to the foods they had seen their own mothers fearing and loathing as diet fads passed through their homes. I could’ve strangled their mothers for saddling these girls with the idea that food is an enemy—some of them only eight years old and already weird about wanting a piece of bread—and I would’ve liked to bludgeon them, too, for forcing me to participate in their young daughters’ fucked-up relationship with food.”                                                     
-- Gabrielle Hamilton, Blood, Bones, and Butter:
   The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef   
 
Again, ask your doctor what is recommended for your child's particular circumstance and read up on it yourself.  Don't just take the doctor's word for it.  Hell, they'd rather die of cancer than take their own advice for radiation and chemo.  They don't call it "the practice of medicine" because they have it down pat.  They are practicing!  At the end of the day it's all about moderation and maybe antiseptic isn't perfect for all situations when soap and water will suffice.  Remember, there are good bacteria trying to keep us alive and healthy, anti-bacterial products don't differentiate between the good and the bad.  It took life on this planet billions of years to learn to coexist.  We have developed a symbiotic relationship with some of it, a symbiosis that both systems rely on to survive.
 
Is it God's plan, or is it just the science of life?  Whatever works for your belief system, but, before you go off on some nouveau tangent of modern science, health and medicine, how about we do something old fashioned.  Ask grandma for some sage advice, some pot liquor from the greens, and some cornbread to sop it up with..
 
God bless her!
 "I think we're getting to the point where everyone's getting fat and everyone's getting allergic, or claims to be allergic to something and people can't walk from their front door to their car without a bottle of water in their hand because they have to hydrate every three and a half steps."            -- Adam Carolla

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Sunday Thought - October 20, 2013: More On Androids




I posted an article last night entitled, Godless Humanoid Robots.  If you haven't read it, I recommend you do so.  Hell, I don't sit here at 4:00 in the morning, banging out this drivel, for my health! (in all reality, yes, I do it for my health, as much as for the hope it may he of interest to my readers).
The article I base the post on brought up interesting questions, I added a few more to ponder.  Godless or not, whether we like it or not, all controversy set aside, robots will soon be a part of our lives.  Where do you stand on it?  What will you teach your children?  Will they be slaves to do our bidding?  Will we name them?  Will you let your children and grandchildren tease and abuse them as we revisit slavery in America and throughout the "civilized" world?
I leave you with a final thought to ponder for this Sunday.  Don't forget about the ghost in the machine. What if one of them makes an un-programmed moral decision, to save your life?  Now how will you treat them? 
"Hateful day when I received life!' I exclaimed in agony. 'Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image, but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance...once I falsely hoped to meet beings who, pardoning my outward form, would love me for the excellent qualities which I was capable of unfolding...learn from my miseries, and do not seek to increase your own."
The Monster -- Mary Shelley's, Frankenstein 

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Godless Humanoid Robots

"Nature (the art whereby God hath made and governs the world) is by the art of man, as in many other things, so in this also imitated, that it can make an Artificial Animal. For seeing life is but a motion of Limbs, the beginning whereof is in some principal part within, why may we not say, that all Automata (Engines that move themselves by springs and wheels as doth a watch) have an artificial life? For what is the Heart, but a Spring; and the Nerves, but so many Strings; and the Joints, but so many Wheels, giving motion to the whole Body, such as was intended by the Artificer? Art goes yet further, imitating that rational and most excellent work of nature, Man."
Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan, 1651


What do you think defines humanity?  When do you think a robot can be defined as a "sentient" being? Are we not, by definition, robotic organisms put together by God, with the only difference being that our parts are made up of cellular material we call flesh?  If we give a robot a lifelike, reasoning brain capable of feeling and experiencing like any other sentient being, then doesn't this define it as a lifeform?  I can't help but imagine us as being the humanoid robotic constructs, of some higher life form, which have advanced to the point of creating our own robots to serve us.  Are we simply a step in the process of developing a self-perpetuating robot civilization?

Tanya Lewis, a staff writer for Live Science, posted an article called, "1st Fully Bionic Man Walks, Talks and breathes."  The article concerns itself with the world's first fully bionic man created by two roboticists of Shadow Robot Co., in England.  The article was a very interesting read at the end of which she puts forth the obvious "ethical and philosophical questions."
1. Does creating something so human like threaten notions of what it means to be human?
2. What amount of body enhancement is acceptable?
3. Is it wrong that only some people have access to these life-extending technologies?
I offer that question two is a direct result of a positive response to question one.  If creating something human-like is found to threaten our notions of anything, there will certainly be our usual overkill of discussion about how much of what is acceptable.

In the Spielberg movie AI (Artificial Intelligence), some Robots performed the functions of prostitutes.  Trying not to be indelicate, for my more genteel readers, but it would be hard to imagine any sexual arousal occurring with a unit constructed of nuts and bolts, much less performing any sexual contact.  The "romantic" construct would have to be as close to flesh and blood as Bubbles, Bambi, or "Boobs" LaRue, hanging out on the corner.

And what of question three, the life-extending properties of this technology?  Will it ease the burden of manual labor?  Will it allow us to enjoy fuller lives?  And will all this only be available to those who can afford it?  In the 2004 movie I Robot, loosely based on Isaac Asimov's novel, they answer this by giving everyone a robot.  The movie though, and the marvelous book by Asimov, also broached the question of what happens when robots become self-aware.

Let's take a look at some definitions, most taken from Wikipedia, for those of us that are not techies:
Bionics is the application of biological methods and systems found in nature to the study and design of engineering systems and modern technology.  As in the 1970's television series, The Bionic Woman?  We'll come back to that.
 Cyborg, short for "cybernetic organism," is a being with both organic and artificial parts.  My guess is that terming attractive Linsay Wagner a "bionic woman" was softer that calling her a cyborg.  By the definitions, bionics was the process used to create the final cyborg product.   
 A Robot is a mechanical or virtual agent, usually an electromechanical machine that is guided by a computer program or electronic circuitry.  By mimicking a lifelike appearance or automating movements, a robot may convey a sense of intelligence or thought of its own.
 Sentience is the ability to feel, perceive, or to experience subjectivity.  Philosophers used the concept to distinguish the ability to think (reason) from the ability to feel and experience sensations (sentience).
 Consciousness is a unitary concept that many philosophers have argued is understood intuitively by the majority of people in spite of the difficulty in defining it. Others, though, have argued that the level of disagreement about the meaning of the word indicates that it either means different things to different people, or else is an umbrella term encompassing a variety of distinct meanings with no simple element in common.
 Awareness is the state or ability to perceive, to feel, or to be conscious of events, objects, or sensory patterns. In this level of consciousness, sense data can be confirmed by an observer without necessarily implying understanding. More broadly, it is the state or quality of being aware of something. In biological psychology, awareness is defined as  human or animal perception and cognitive reaction to a condition or event.
The Soul, in many religious, philosophical, psychological, and mythological traditions, is the incorporeal and, in many conceptions, immortal essence of a person, living thing, or object. According to some religions, including the Abrahamic religions in most of their forms, souls — or at least immortal souls capable of union with the divine — belong only to human beings. Other religions teach that all biological organisms have souls, and others further still that non-biological entities (such as rivers and mountains) possess souls, and several that conceive of a "world soul."
I have tried to list these in an order that will lead us from methodology and application to the combination of organic with artificial, and from this "cybernetic organism" to a truly "autonomous" robot.  After we arrive at the robot, things become ethically problematic as we consider sentience, consciousness, and awareness as they relate to robotics.  As a "spiritual" person, I think I'll throw in God, and muddy the water just a bit more.
Spirituality: There is no single, widely-agreed definition of spirituality.  Social scientists have defined spirituality as the search for the sacred, for that which is set apart from the ordinary and worthy of veneration, "a transcendent dimension within human experience -- discovered in moments in which the individual questions the meaning of personal existence and attempts to place the self within a broader ontological context.
We can begin to see how the technological and ethical questions of how human a robot can, or should, become.  It is more complicated than just inserting Data's "emotion chip," as was depicted in a Star Trek episode.  I found interesting the concept that non-biological entities can have souls.  This reminded me of the belief many have in the Spirit of Gaia, the Mother Earth that is the sentience or soul of our living, breathing, and abiding planet. 

The religious/spiritual question has everything to do with what we define the soul as.  Is being human simply dependent on the ability to differentiate between right and wrong, God and Satan, what is beautiful and what is ugly, the ability to have the human failings and faults like labeling others?  Is being human what happens when the robot looks inward in search of its creator, or to its creator's creator, and asks, "Why?"  And, more importantly, and frightening, for some, when the robot becomes self-aware and declares for itself, "I think, therefore I am."  Is it the desire for free will that defines humanity like the Cylon, or will robots favor a "hive mind" like the Borg?

"Machines smart enough to do anything for us will probably also be able to do anything with us; go to dinner, own property, compete for sexual partners. They might even have passionate opinions about politics or, like the robots on Battlestar Galactica, even religious beliefs. Some have worried about robot rebellions, but with so many tort lawyers around to apply the brakes, the bigger question is this: Will humanoid machines enrich our social lives, or will they be a new kind of television, destroying our relationships with real humans?"
Fred Hapgood, Discover Magazine, June 2008

If you follow Thomas Hobbs thinking (reference the opening quote, top of the page), one would have to admit we are nothing more than machines ourselves. What if we are not a genetic experiment or an accident of evolution? What if creating life really does lie in the hands of a higher power? What if genes really are the "engineered" building blocks of life, some higher life forms version of "bionical creativity engineering," or bionics? What if our own creators advanced, technologically, beyond the limitation of metal parts in favor of self-replicating genetic constructs capable of so much more? Maybe we have seen these robots, every time we look in a mirror and they are us. 

I would be interested in hearing an atheist view on this.  This is one of those subjects that many would rather stick their heads in the sand and ignore.  If you're my age, you might be able to do that and get away with it.  We will die soon.  If you are younger, this will become an issue. It will require your consideration as much as abortion and the death penalty, taxes, and health care.  Robots are here, and the most efficient form will be a tool-user with opposable thumbs.  The questions are:  What will it look like, and how "human" will you allow it to be? 

So, there you have it, as best as I can lay it out without the boring techie stuff.

Does robotic ethics boil down to the question of a soul?  Or is it the robot's awareness of self and the ability to ask, "Why?"  Maybe it boils down to whom it asks the question of - it's creator, or ours.

“The Master created humans first as the lowest type, most easily formed. Gradually, he replaced them by robots, the next higher step, and finally he created me, to take the place of the last humans.”
-- Issac Asimov, "I, Robot"

Editor's Note

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Before you go getting your panties in a bunch, it is essential to understand that this is just an opinion site and, as such, can be subjected to scrutiny by anyone with a differing opinion. It doesn't make either opinion any more right or wrong than the other. An opinion, presented in this context, is a way of inciting others to think and, hopefully, to form opinions of their own, if they haven't already done so. This is also why, occasionally, I will present an "opinion" just to stir an emotional pot. Where it may sound like I agree with the statements made, I'm more interested in getting others to consider an alternate viewpoint. 

It is my fervent hope that we keep open and active minds when reading opinions and while engaging in peaceful and constructive discussion, in an arena of mutual respect, concerning those opinions put forth. After over twenty years with military intelligence, I have come to believe engaging each other in this manner and in this arena is the way we will learn tolerance and respect for differing beliefs, cultures, and viewpoints.

We all fall from grace, some more often than others; it is part of being human. God's test for us is what we learn from the experience, and what we do afterward.
Pastor Tony spent 22 years with United States Air Force Intelligence as a planner, analyst, briefer, instructor, and senior manager. He spent 17 years, following his service career, working with the premier, world renowned, Institutional Review Board helping to protect the rights of human subjects involved in pharmaceutical research. Ordained 1n 2013 as an "interfaith" minister, he founded the Congregation for Religious Tolerance in response to intolerance shown by Christians toward peaceful Islam. As the weapon for his war on intolerance he chose the pen, and wages his "battle" in the guise of the Congregation's official online blog, The Path, of which he is both author and editor. "The Path" offers a vehicle for commentary and guidance concerning one's own personal, spiritual, path toward peace and the final destination for us all. He currently resides in Pass Christian, Mississippi, where he volunteers as lead Chaplain and Chaplain Program Liaison, at the regional medical center.