Monthly Archives: February 2014

We Support Our Troops, But What Does That Really Mean?

I hear a lot of people who say they support our troops, and I believe them. You see lots of yellow ribbons on cars everywhere you go. My church, like a lot of churches, holds our veterans in high esteem, and constantly remembers those currently serving in our prayers. On Facebook, there’s a constant stream of pro-military videos and posts. I have no doubt in my mind that Americans overwhelmingly support our troops.

The feeling is reciprocated by the troops. They love our country. They are willing to submit to hardships and dangers that can really only be understood by someone who has served. Many face danger and death daily, not only in combat zones, but in hazardous training missions designed to prepare them for combat.

In 1998, 12 members of the 66th Rescue Squadron were killed in a training accident. The 2 helicopters they were in collided, killing everyone on board. Like everyone else in the squadron, I was devastated. The accident investigation found that a primary cause of the accident was basically stress and exhaustion caused by constant combat deployments. I was extremely angry at the time, and am still angry. I do have to say that I don’t believe any of the guys who were killed would be. They worked hard, and they flew hard. They all loved their jobs, and recognized and accepted the risks they were asked to take. The Rescue motto is “That Others May Live”, and they believed in that. They died doing something they loved, for a country they loved. They were some of the best and bravest men I’ve ever had the privilege to know.

That said, however, it was then, as it is now, my belief that their deaths were unnecessary, and imminently avoidable. The strongest men and the best pilot will make mistakes when pushed too hard and too far, and now, as then, we as a country push too hard and ask too much. We have been at war constantly for 13 years now. Our troops have been used and abused in 2 concurrent wars that were ill-conceived, if not just plain stupid. I don’t know what other options we had, but I feel sure there had to be better options than this. Our troops deserve better than to just be thrown at problems because our leaders lack the imagination or intelligence to find other solutions. They deserve better than to be battered, beaten, and broken in the service of our country at the whim of politicians and lobbyists who benefit from our troops’ sacrifices at no risk to themselves.

The men and women in our armed forces are willing to die for us. I think that if we really, truly support them, then the least we can do is to try to make sure that when they do, that it’s worth it. We have the best military in the world, manned by the best men and women this country has to offer. We owe it to them to use them properly, respecting them enough to not ask them to make those sacrifices unnecessarily, and making sure that when they come home, they get the support they deserve, not just platitudes and lip service.

Supporting our troops has to be more than just putting a sticker on a car, or praying for them. We do that much for a high school football team. We’ve got to let those in leadership know how we expect them to lead. We’ve got to get over the “Kill ’em all and let God sort ’em out” mindset that we’ve adopted over the last 50 years or so. The cost of war is high. We’ve got to do everything we can to make sure that those who pay that cost don’t do it in vain.

Thinking About The Problem With College

I started my freshman year of college last fall. It scared the crap out of me. It had been 30 years since I’d gone to school, and although I was pretty sure I was fairly smart, I wasn’t sure at all that I’d be able to do well in an academic atmosphere. It was so bad that, for the first month or so, I was having panic attacks in the parking lot, walking to class. Part of it was that I was just afraid I was too old. I knew that I was going to be a great deal older than the other students, but I didn’t realize I was going to be a good bit older than some of the professors. To my surprise, I found that my age actually helped. I was able to make connections between the classes that the kids in the class couldn’t make. It also didn’t hurt that I’d been alive for about 1/3 of the time period covered by my American History class (although that is kind of a double-edged sword).

Obviously, age is not the biggest problem with college. Neither are most of the things that I thought would be a problem. A smoke-free campus is really just an inconvenience, plus I get to feel like a rebel committing an act of civil disobedience while I hide beside my truck to sneak a smoke (that, of course, is on a good day. On a bad day, I feel like a 12-year old, hiding out from mom. Frankly, it’s a little embarrassing). Neither are the fears about being too conservative (old?) to deal with the liberal academic bias that I’ve always heard about. I would have to say that there is definitely some liberal bias (although, let’s face it, it’s basically a community college in Indiana. How liberal could it really be?), but not as much as I had feared. Of course, it probably helps that I’m one of the few people I’ve ever known who have become more liberal as they grew older, a trait which I attribute to learning I was so wrong about so many things (I’ve often thought that I should go into Meteorology. I’ve been wrong for free all my life. I’d like to lose my amateur standing and try getting paid for it). It gets harder to condemn others when you’ve proven yourself a foolish jackass as routinely, and publicly,as I have. At the very least, the liberal bias has given me a lot to think about.

And so I come to what, I’ve found, is the biggest problem with college. They actually expect you to think about stuff. It’s really kind of weird. If I remember correctly (and that’s a big if), in high school, they pretty much actively discouraged thinking. Any sign of actual thought process on the part of a student really seemed to worry them. The object of grade school and high school seemed to be pretty birdlike. The teachers would chew the information up into mush and try to barf it directly into our brains, and then we were expected to barf it back up on the test. It wasn’t learning so much as memorizing. College seems to be more like a buffet. The teachers throw it out there, and you’re expected to figure out what to do with it. Half the time, it seems, they don’t even care what you do with it. Take my science class for example. It’s basically “science for English majors”, so it’s pretty basic stuff. Every week, there are chapters in the textbook we’re supposed to read, & on friday, we meet in class for a lecture. We’re coming up on the middle of the semester, and the professor has yet to talk about anything covered in the textbook. On the other hand, he has made me think a lot about sciencey stuff, as well as think about why I have always thought this way about sciencey stuff. Now obviously, the last sentence alone proves that I’m no better at science now than I was in high school, but at least I’m thinking, which is something that I, like most Americans, am extremely uncomfortable with.

We like to give the appearance of thought, we even like to think that we’re thinking, but most of the time it seems apparent, if you really think about it, that we’re not really thinking at all. All most of us are doing is the same thing that we did in high school, barfing back up the same pre-packaged thoughts that have been barfed into our brains by our parents, our churches, our friends, and especially the media. Now I’m not saying that all of the stuff we got from those sources is useless or wrong (especially the stuff we got from our folks, and, to a lesser extent our churches), but I am saying that it could all benefit from some actual thought, especially the stuff we get from the media. Look at the “news” you pay attention to. Is it biased? Of course it is. Does the bias lean toward your own natural inclinations? I’ll bet it does. Now the actual news is pretty much the same across all the channels. You get the same basic information from the 6:00 news whether you watch Fox, MSNBC, CBS, etc. But when we talk about the news, a lot of the time, we find ourselves talking not about the news, but what Bill O’Reilly, or Glenn Beck, or Rachel Maddow, or John Stewart have to say about the news, and how right they are, and how much we agree with them. Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I get most of my news from The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. I can’t help it, I like a good laugh with my daily dose of depression. In my defense, however, I will say that I don’t believe everything they say, or even agree with them much of the time. I’m also somewhat embarrassed to admit that frequently Bill O’Reilly says something that strikes a chord with me. What both John Stewart and Bill O’Reilly do is give me stuff to think about, and not just whether I agree or disagree with them, but why I think that way.

So, like I said, I think the biggest problem with college is that they expect you to think. From what I’ve seen, the biggest problem with college students is that they (like most Americans, or people in general, for that matter), is that they don’t want to think. Most of the complaints I’ve heard from other students is that the professors are not telling us exactly what we need to do. We seem to want the professors to just barf facts into our brains so we can memorize them, barf them back up, and get a degree and a career with a Fortune 500 company (or at least a manager’s position at Radio Shack). Of course, judging by all the kids I see looking at the Facebook and shopping online during classes, some of us don’t even want to think that much.

Of course, I may be wrong (it’s happened before). What do you think?

We Want a John Wayne Jesus

I think it’s probably hard to be a Christian in America, maybe harder than anywhere else on earth. I don’t mean more dangerous, because there is probably no place on earth less dangerous (physically anyway) to be a Christian. We’ve just been too blessed. All over the world, there are Christians who are being seriously persecuted – being beaten, tortured, imprisoned, and killed for being Christian. I mean, how are we supposed to compete with that? We’re Americans. We’re supposed to be #1. Don’t get me wrong, we certainly try, having our little hissy fits because some liberal wants to take “In God We Trust” off of our money, or because somebody wants to take away the 10 Commandments plaque from our courthouse, or because someone doesn’t like our Christmas decorations, but let’s face it, these things just don’t cut the mustard in the persecution sweepstakes. It’s kind of embarrassing, really. I think we need a bold new interpretation of Jesus, one that fits the American mold better. Jesus himself said, “Blessed are the peacemakers.” If that’s not a ringing endorsement of Sam Colt’s six-gun, the gun that made America great, I don’t know what is. A lot of times though, he sounded distinctly un-American. All that stuff about giving your stuff away to help the poor, and the meek inheriting the earth, what’s that all about? You’d think he didn’t want us to shoot people who want our stuff. Let’s face it, if he really knew what he was talking about, we’d hear a lot more about what he said in church. He’s supposed to be the basis of our faith, he’s the Christ in Christian, so why are 75-80% of our sermons based on the old testament (particularly the “smiting” bits. We do like the smiting), or what Paul and the Disciples had to say about what he said?

We’re Americans. That old, mushy Jesus may be ok for all those Socialists in Europe and Canada, with their health care and gun control, but that’s not the way we roll, and we must be doing things right. Why else would God bless us so abundantly, and let all those other Christians in other parts of the world suffer so terribly? God wants us to have our guns, just as many as we can hold. How else are we going to protect all our stuff? It’s all stuff that God has given us, right? Aggressively defending it is just good stewardship. Besides, if we really wanted to help those foreign Christians, we should stop sending them food and money. We should be sending them guns. God and guns are what made America great, there’s no reason why it shouldn’t do the trick for them. God wants us to make our own way in the world, and if some can’t keep up, well then, they need to get right with God first, and then maybe they’ll get help, or better yet, they won’t need help. God wants us to stick our thumb in the eye of the Government every time it gets to thinking it can stick its nose into our business (or if we’re industrious enough, businesses). Who does the Government think they are anyway? I mean, who put them in positions of authority?

What we as Americans want, and deserve, is a John Wayne Jesus. One who’s fair, but realizes that “some people” just don’t belong, that there are some people you just can’t help. One who’s generous and kind, but not afraid to open a can of whup-ass on those who deserve it. A Jesus who’s tough, and believes in tough love. A Jesus who’ll make sure that we all get exactly what we’ve got coming to us.

Breaking News! I’m a preachy jerk (but no film at 11)

I have discovered that I am (or at least have a tendency toward being) a preachy jerk. Granted, my wife, my kids, and any number of my friends could (and have) pointed this out, but, I’ve finally figured it out for myself. Frankly, I’m a little disappointed in myself that it’s taken me this long to really realize it. I pride myself on being an at least fairly smart guy, and fairly aware of my own shortcomings, but to reach this age without being cognizant (one easy way to spot people who think they’re smart is watch for big words like cognizant) of this glaring deficiency in my own character is a little embarrassing.

For two or three days now, I’ve been trying to write a couple of different posts dealing, at least nominally, with religion. One was about how many people think they know what God wants, expects, or means, when Jesus’ own disciples lived with him, talked with him, and listened to him for what, three years, and still had trouble understanding what he was talking about. If you read the gospels, and give the disciples silly British accents, many of their exchanges with Jesus sound like a Monty Python sketch. Another post was about the merits of losers, and was based on much the same material (with lots of examples from the old testament thrown in).

I found, as I was writing, that I kept sounding more and more preachy. In fact, I was really starting to sound like all those schmucks and chuckleheads who are so sure they’ve got it right. Even more aggravating was that I kept preaching against saying “I know what God wants”, rather than preaching for saying, “I don’t really know what God wants, but I’m going to do my best to understand and please him anyway,” which was the whole point of the posts. Why is it so much easier (and fun) to preach against things than for better things?

I’m not saying that we can’t understand the bible (although there are honestly a lot of parts that I can’t seem to get my head around), but rather that we (particularly the royal “we”) should keep in mind our (royal “our”) own fallibility, and not rely too heavily on our own limited understanding. I (the royal “we” joke is getting a little old already. It probably wasn’t that funny to begin with) should keep in mind that, as much trouble as the disciples seemed to have understanding the most basic concepts of what Jesus was saying, how much chance have I really got?

I take some comfort in the fact that I don’t seem to be the only one with a propensity for preachiness, and that I at least have the common sense to post my opinions here where, let’s face it, I’m probably the only one who’s ever going to see it, rather than searching out cameras and microphones, podiums and pulpits from which to inflict my pompous views on the public.

Sorry if this seemed a little preachy.

6 Cool Places/Things To See If You Ever Go To Ireland

I love Ireland. I’ve been there 3 times now (I’m not bragging, but…OK, I’m bragging), and I plan to go back as soon as I can. There’s a lot to love about it. Guinness (it tastes much better over there), Jameson’s Whiskey (tastes the same, but who cares?), friendly people, live music in pubs, beautiful scenery, the greenest green you’ve ever seen, and so much cool stuff. Here are a few of my favorites:

 

The Dolmen - Just one of the cool things at Blarney Castle
The Dolmen – Just one of the cool things at Blarney Castle
Blarney Castle - Northeast of Cork
Blarney Castle – Northeast of Cork
Another part of the grounds
Another part of the grounds

Blarney Castle – It’s a little touristy (OK, a lot touristy), but it is a really cool castle ruin, and the grounds and gardens are beautiful.

The Cliffs of Moher
The Cliffs of Moher
The trail along the non-tourist part of the cliffs
The trail along the non-tourist part of the cliffs
The Cliffs of Moher
The Cliffs of Moher

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The Cliffs of Moher – Amazing scenery. Really no other way to describe them. Just amazing.

Small lake hidden above pull-out on Conor Pass.
Small lake hidden above pull-out on Conor Pass.
The view from above the pull-out at Conor Pass.
The view from above the pull-out at Conor Pass.

Conor Pass – On Dingle Peninsula, west coast of Ireland. Once again, amazing views, especially if you hit it on a sunny day. There’s a pull-out on the east side of the pass. Park there and climb up the mountain, there’s a small lake hidden in a bowl up there. It’s not too bad a climb if you’re reasonably careful. Be careful on the drive over the pass and down to the village of Dingle. It’s very windy, and a one-lane road for much of the way (not one lane going each way, one lane period), and often foggy, but a beautiful and fun drive.

The Abbey's fishing cottage.
The Abbey’s fishing cottage.
Shot of the riverbank
Shot of the riverbank
Pat Cohan's bar
Pat Cohan’s bar
The church where John Wayne is accused of playing "patty-fingers" with Maureen O'hara in the holy water
The church where John Wayne is accused of playing “patty-fingers” with Maureen O’hara in the holy water
The Rev. Mr. Playfair's cottage.
The Rev. Mr. Playfair’s cottage.
My wife, the lovely and talented Jess, on the abbey grounds
My wife, the lovely and talented Jess, on the abbey grounds
In the cemetary in the abbey's ruins
In the cemetary in the abbey’s ruins

Cong – A quaint little village. Most famous for being the village where Director John Ford shot the exteriors for the John Wayne classic, The Quiet Man. The entire village seems to make its living from that movie. There are Quiet Man Walking Tours, at least two Quiet Man gift shops, a Quiet Man museum, etc. It’s a must-see if you’re a fan of the movie, but even if you’re not (and if you’re not there’s obviously something wrong with you), it’s a lovely little village with lots to see.

The Connemara coastline
The Connemara coastline
Mam Cross
Mam Cross
Mam Cross (west of Cong)
Mam Cross (west of Cong)

The Connemara Loop – A beautiful drive, even better if you stop frequently, get out of the car, do a little light climbing, and look around.

Slea Head Drive
Slea Head Drive
Slea Head Drive
Slea Head Drive
Drombeg Prehistoric Stone Fort on Slea Head Drive.
Drombeg Prehistoric Stone Fort on Slea Head Drive.
Slea Head Drive
Slea Head Drive

Slea Head Drive – Another beautiful drive around (if I’m not mistaken) the westernmost point of Europe. The loop starts in the village of Dingle.

Of course, these are just a few of the amazing things to see in Ireland. If you ever get a chance to go, don’t pass it up.

I need a 12-year old! – OK, that just sounds wrong

So, I’m messing with this blog thing. All the stuff I’ve read about blogging talks about how easy it is. I disagree vehemently. Maybe it’s easy if you know what you’re doing, but most things are that way. The dashboard for this thing has more buttons and indicators than my car, and I can barely remember how to turn the lights on. Remember the good old days, when there was a knob? It was easy. Want the lights on? Pull the knob. Want them off? Push the knob in. Now, every time I try to turn the lights on, instead of illumination, I get windshield wipers. I want the wipers on, suddenly I’m driving in the dark. I want to hook something new to my TV to make my life more enjoyable, I’ve got to get my kids or grandkids over to make it work. It’s not like I’m old either. I mean, OK, I’m no spring chicken, but still. And the technology just keeps advancing faster and faster. I remember when my family got our first TV with a remote. It was the “clicker” type, you’d push a lever and it would click and change the channel, or the other lever would change the volume. It was all based on tone. My brother and I had lots of fun tormenting my dad, once we figured out that if you tapped a spoon against a plate just right, you could change the channel. We’d hide in the stairwell when Dad was watching a race or game, and change the channel on him. He would just lose his mind, because you couldn’t just go to the channel you wanted, you had to go through all of them.

I guess now I’m paying the price for that fun, because I can’t seem to make anything work. I’m beginning to think there’s a profitable business in renting out kids to follow technology-impaired adults like me around, turning on lights, making computers work, etc. Any entrepeneurially minded teenagers out there might want to think about that. Of course, teenagers would also do well not to laugh at us too much. At the rate technology is advancing, they’re going to have to hire a whole team of kids by the time they’re my age.

Better Than Sex: Selling Fear For Fun and Profit

This is a version of a paper I wrote for school. Hope it makes you think.

               Everyone knows that sex sells. It has been used to sell just about everything imaginable, from cars, cigars, and beer to political aspirations (would Sarah Palin and Michelle Bachman be so successful on the national stage if they weren’t attractive?). As effective as it is though, it can only really be considered, at best, the number two selling tactic, for the simple reason that it lacks the universality of the number one tactic, fear. Not everyone can be motivated by lust. The very young and the very old, at least, are practically immune to it. Everyone, however, is capable of fear. Sex is also very subjective (what trips one persons’ trigger may not do anything for the next person), and therefore much less psychologically contagious than fear. Fears are much more commonly shared across all demographics. Through fear, people can be motivated to act, not only irrationally, but in ways that are counter to their own self-interest, both personally and societally. People with something to sell, whether it is cosmetics, male enhancement products, or national security know this, and are ever ready to make the most of it.

          President Franklin D. Roosevelt (1933) once said, “The only thing we have to fear, is fear itself.” Randy Newman, in his song, “A Few Words in Defense of Our Country”, (2008) added, “Now it seems like we’re supposed to be afraid. It’s patriotic in fact, and color coded.” Fear has been used to motivate us since the beginning of time. To keep this fairly short though, I’ll restrict myself to American history. From the time of the Salem Witch trials, through the present, we have never run short of people and things to be afraid of, both nationally (Indians, Yankees, Confederates, Blacks, immigrants, Germans, Japanese, Russians, Cubans, Mexicans, Catholics, Jews, Muslims, Communists, Fascists, hippies, conservatives, liberals, voter fraud, unions, nukes, our own government, etc.), and personally (gays, women’s lib., pedophiles, too many guns, not enough guns, the clergy, serial killers, surveillance, welfare exploitation, ourselves because we’re not thin enough, sexy enough, virile enough, smart enough, or rich enough, and everybody that is not just like us.). That is okay, though, because there is always someone who has the answer, and so we get sold diet pills, masculine enhancements, plastic surgery, reservations, internment camps, backyard bomb shelters, gated communities, home owners’ associations, proposals for voter restrictions, armed guards and metal detectors in schools, computer software, home security systems, drones, wars, and Guantanamo Bay.

          Arguably, the biggest beneficiary of our fears is the defense industry. As long ago as 1961, President Dwight D. Eisenhower warned of the dangers posed to our freedoms from the military industrial complex. He stated, “This conjunction of an immense military establishment, and a large arms industry is new in the American experience. The total influence – economic, political, even spiritual – is felt in every city, every State house, every office of the Federal government …We must never let the weight of this combination endanger our liberties or democratic processes.” This from the man who rode his successes as Allied Supreme Commander in WWII, U.S. Army Chief of Staff, and NATO Supreme Commander into the white house in 1953. In the same speech, he warned of, “The prospect of domination of the nation’s scholars by Federal employment, project allocation, and the power of money…we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.” In this modern era, the defense, science, and technology fields are so intrinsically intertwined as to pose a double threat to our freedoms and way of life without actually seeming to make us any safer. They never seem to eliminate any of the things that we fear, and often seem to just make things worse. Just as the 1960 U-2 incident caused further strains on U.S.-Soviet relations, can there be any doubt that the current spate of surveillance of foreign leaders has damaged the security of our nation? Have the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq made us any safer?

          It is not just about international threats, either. In these days of cyber-espionage, and cyber-wars, anyone with a computer is considered a threat. In his column on data security, Robert Cringely (2013) writes, “Here’s the genius of this new threat: every country, every company, every technically smart individual can be seen as presenting a cyber threat ….The threat of cyber warfare will drive defense and intelligence spending for the next half-century. It will never be conquered, nor do the warriors really even want that to happen since their livelihoods would go away.” It causes concern, not just because of the possible, if not inevitable, violations of our civil rights, but because, face it, surveilling most of us is a complete waste of time and resources. It is hard to imagine anything more fruitless or pointless than listening to the conversations or reading the e-mails of 99 percent of all Americans. We are just not that interesting, let alone threat-ening. Monitoring our internet usage would be far more depressing and disturbing than anything else. One has to wonder how many NSA analysts have been driven to madness by the sheer quantity of pornography and cute kitten videos they are exposed to.

          Possibly even more disturbing than government surveillance is commercial surveillance, but we all seem to be okay with that. For the sake of saving a few pennies, we join grocery clubs, fuel clubs, etc., happily swiping away with our loyalty cards, knowing full well that information on our purchases is being stored, monitored and analyzed so that corporations can target us with deals tailored to our every need, want, and desire. The very inefficiency of government provides some degree of comfort. Not so with corporations. If money is speech, as the Supreme Court would have us believe, then there is far more to be learned about us and our lives by what we buy than what we say. We all talk a lot of nonsense, but we spend our money on what matters to us. If information is power, then corporations have the means to exercise far more power over us than the government ever will, and from more cynical and sinister motives. But it is okay with us, because we just saved 5₵ on a gallon of gas.

          In these days, when opinions are presented as facts, and propaganda is indistinguishable from news, everyone from advertisers to preachers to pundits are ready, willing, and able to capitalize on our every fear and insecurity. If, for some reason, we are not afraid of something, they are happy to supply us with a multitude of reasons why we should be, as well as some new book, program, product, weapon system or candidate to alleviate our newfound fear.

          We pride ourselves on being “The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave”, but are we really? If we are so brave, then what are we so afraid of? At what cost do we allow others to pander to, and manipulate, our fears?  Maybe what we need to do is teach ourselves to face up to our fears on our own. Take a little time to examine each fear and ask ourselves, “Is this really something I should be afraid of, and if so, is the solution offered worth the cost?” There are lots of scary things out there, and many genuine dangers. There always have been, and there always will be. All we can do is accept that, and face them as they come. It is ironic that for years we have been spouting the mantra, “If we give in to fear, then the terrorists win,” and then we flock to the sellers of terror for protection. We spend 20% of our federal budget on defense, and 3% on transportation infrastructure, 2% on education, and 2% on science and medical research. (Plumer, 2013). We keep getting better and better at killing people, but not so much at taking care of people. Maybe we need to take a long, hard look at our priorities, and ask ourselves if maybe they don’t need some major adjustments. Or maybe we just need to grow up and stop screaming like little girls at a slumber party every time Bill O’Reilly, Glenn Beck, Rachel Maddow, Sarah Palin, or any of the other panic-mongers on either side of the political fence tell us a scary story.


 

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Bands you’ve never heard of but should be listening to – Part 1

Lucero – Great rock band that keeps on getting better with each album.

The Stone Coyotes – Awesome rock/country/metal/americana band. Guitars, drums, & bass. Music for grown-ups who still feel young.

Scott Miller (also Scott Miller and the Commonwealth, and the V-Roys) – More great basic rock & roll & country.

Langhorne Slim – Kinda quirky & strange, but nearly impossible to not sing along with after a couple listens. Some rough language.

Southern Culture on the Skids – Awesome and hilarious trailer-trash/swamp/surf/mexican wrestling/ 50’s horror movie rock & roll.

Ray Wylie Hubbard – Tremendous songwriter with a serious blues/country sound. Funny, profound, and profane, often all in the same song. Not for the faint of heart.

The Deadstring Brothers – Modern version of the classic Stones/Faces/Free sound, especially the 1st 3 albums.

Jay Farrar (also Uncle Tupelo, Son Volt, Gob Iron) – Very atmospheric cowpunk & rock.

Goodbye Harry Flashman

img284 My wife Jess with her boy, Harry Flashman

Harry Flashman passed away peacefully today at the Greensfork Animal Hospital after a brief illness. Harry was, like his namesake, bad-natured, argumentative, and a bully. Unlike his namesake, he was also loyal, courageous, playful, and fiercely protective. He would not hesitate to take on a dog 3 times his size if he thought it was too close to, or getting too much attention from his mommy, my wife Jess. He loved her as much as she loved him. He would follow her anywhere, and put up with things from her that would cause him to rip anyone else’s throat out. His trust in her was ironclad. He would eat anything she gave him, from dog treats to lettuce. Actually he would eat anything she dropped. We had to learn early on not to drop pills or jalapenos. He was an inveterate counter-surfer. Nothing close to the edge was safe. I’ll never forget the time he came trotting out of the kitchen with a slice of my pizza in his mouth. He’d snagged it, and managed to jam the entire slice down his throat. The only thing visible was a big pizza crust smile.

A few more memories of Harry:

Him running from window to window crying and looking for his mommy every time she’d leave the house. His frantic barking and efforts to escape his ex-pen at dog shows as a puppy any time Jess wasn’t right next to him. The way he loved to snuggle on the couch with Jess, and God help any other dog that got too close (except, of course, his half-sister Elsie). His compulsive swimming in our pool back in Vegas. He’d get in there and just swim, until he was almost too tired to get out. How much he loved running in agility competitions with Jess. No one else could get him to do anything, but he’d do anything she asked him to. If anyone else tried to run him, he’d just run out of the ring to be with Jess. He was her boy, and only hers, and there has never been another dog that was loved as deeply or as well as Jess loved him. When he got sick, it broke her heart, but at the end, she loved him too much to prolong his suffering, despite her own suffering at his loss.

If dogs can go to heaven, and I can’t imagine that they can’t, he’ll be the first in line to welcome Jess when she gets there, and God help anyone who gets in his way.

So goodbye Harry, you were a good boy.

Wuthering Heights – Literary classic or instrument of academic torture?

I’m reading Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, possibly the most horrible book ever written. There have certainly been worse books written, but for sheer oppressive horribleness, Wuthering Heights takes the prize, for me anyway. In the entire book, there is really only one even remotely decent, or even intelligent character, the maid Nelly Dean. The rest are so vile and nasty, or pathetic and easily manipulated that I can’t help hoping for an earthquake to swallow up all of Yorkshire, just to make sure that none of their genetic material can be perpetuated. These characters would be right at home on the Jerry Springer show.

So why do schools insist on inflicting this book on students? The writing is, to be honest, excellent. She does a great job of setting the gothic atmosphere. I do, however, wish that Emily Bronte had had a sense of humor. It would have made an amazingly funny comedy. I don’t know that I’ve ever read a book that would benefit more from the Mel Brooks Young Frankenstein treatment.

With so many literary classics available (anything by Dickens, Fielding’s Tom Jones, Dumas, to name a few), I believe that schools continue to inflict it on students because it was inflicted on them, sort of an academic hazing. I say it’s time to stop the cycle of abuse.