So I was driving down the hill towards town yesterday, when I met a group of four motorcycles, coming the other way. Out for a Saturday ride, just for the general hell of it. It was a beautiful day; later it got windy and cold, but stayed clear and self- aware. I thought People used to take drives in the afternoon, just for pleasure, in all sorts of cars. Now, it’s mostly just the bikers. This made me think about trends in human interaction, which began long before even my time, and I can remember rotary phones and five digit phone numbers.

People used to go visiting unannounced, and nobody minded much because they weren’t all that busy. Coffee was made, or tea, or cold drinks produced from the fridge. Then we got busy. Visiting was done subsequent to a phone call. Then, since folks were on the phone anyway, the call replaced the visit. When was the last time you spent time at a friend’s house for no good reason but conversation – to catch up on the news of her life?

Life got busier again, and we all got answering machines. And over the years, the epistolary tradition, in which some of us happily participated, became as much a burden as the unannounced visit. We stopped writing letters. We got together on the phone, usually after the obligatory game of tag with our machines, and forgot each others’ faces.

I like writing to people because I can think of a lot more to say when I’m alone and not trying to think of things to say. I like e-mail because it goes now, gets there now, and there’s no paper, envelopes, and stamps involved. Which is a shame if you think about it. I have some nice stationery, fountain pens, bottled ink, just sitting there. Back before we all got computers, my Mom had some good stationery made for me, with the silhouette of a sea bird rampant. See it on this blog? … I know you get it.

Well, now e-mail’s less fun, huh? There’s so much spam and believe it or not life is even busier. I know this because some of my e-mails to good friends are going unanswered. None of my friends are assholes, so they must be busy. We have instant messaging, but who has time to sit there while the other person types? We’re all married to our cell phones, but the new will wear off of that too. We’ll get bored with it, and busier, and short of having com chips implanted in our cerebral cortices or evolving Web-enabled telepathy – powered by Google – what’s next?

Listen, if you’re thinking of stopping by unannounced, stop at Starbucks, OK?

With a solemn mouse and great reluctance, I have removed Buzzstuff from my blogroll. I hoped Buzz wasn’t sincere when he quit blogging, and I waited a while in case he changed his mind … but it was not to be.

Can you tell I don’t deal well with change?

Today is the 19th anniversary of the destruction of the space shuttle Challenger, which exploded 73 seconds after lift-off, and plunged in shattered sadness into the Atlantic.

It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, and it makes me feel a little … old. But I remember where I was when I first began to hear about it. I was in the student union, in the bookstore specifically, on the campus of Cal State Chico, my alma-mater. I heard just scraps of conversation between other students, about something exploding, crashing. And it wasn’t until later, when I got back to the apartment I shared with my roommate Mark, that I learned what happened.

I also remember exactly where I was, 9 years later, when I got the call that Mark had died in San Jose. Two weeks after his 30th birthday.

Well, I hadn’t planned on Mark showing up when I started typing this post. He was a good guy, a good friend. He was working on his masters when he got sick, and would have been a fine historian and teacher. I miss him … well, really more than I miss the Challenger or anyone on it. Life isn’t fair, death less so.

So where were you when the Challenger went down, and what about your memories?

Here’s a cool short story about … us. It’s a quick read, just a few minutes and entirely dialogue, but pretty entertaining.

Wolfgang’s birthday was yesterday. In honor of which, here are two quotes:

When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone, and of good cheer—say traveling in a carriage, or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep—it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best, and most abundantly. Whence and how they come, I know not, nor can I force them.

Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.

It was a sudden and brief day. It was pretty good, though; I didn’t hurt anybody, far as I know. One of the high points was watching Tasha check out the form Dad built for a cement pour in the back yard.

I’m listening to Innocence Mission, Rowing on the Lakes of Canada. I picked the title of this post at random from my address book. I’m going to write now.

May the God Who

loves you lend

an angel for your sleep.

Before you succumb, pray

for La Conchita:

rain is coming.

Our little Pomeranian, Happy, has developed the strangest habit. She likes her dog treats just as much as the next dog, but she won’t eat them unless my sheltie Tasha is watching. Tasha is a little bigger and will try to take Happy’s cookie – or at least go for the crumbs – if Happy isn’t careful. So when we give them each a treat, we try to shoo them in separate directions. Well Happy just carries hers around, and waits until Tasha finishes hers and comes around for seconds. Happy dodges and weaves, making sure Tasha can see the cookie, then blocking with her little rear toward the larger dog.

“Yeah, I gots dis cookie. An’ it’s my cookie. You kin see it, see? But you can’t hab it. Cuz it’s mine. Unless you can get it. Think you can get it?”

When Tasha makes her move, Happy tries to flee, crunching her cookie on the run. Tasha usually winds up with half, and for the life of me I can’t figure out what Happy’s up to, besides a pretty strange little game of keep-away.

Someone leaving a comment this morning referred to me as a “neo-lib.” I’m not sure what this is, but I’ll make a guess. Which means there’s something I need to clear the air about.

I am not a liberal. Here are a few things that apply to this writer:

• Orthodox Christian, Russian Orthodox Church Abroad
• Former law student/paralegal
• Pet lover. I simply love companion animals
• Registered democrat
• Extremely conservative, with some mildly liberal ideas
• Civil Libertarian
• White, 40-something, fan of the Grateful Dead
• Heterosexual, not that you asked

How conservative am I? I believe that the proper and rightful form of government is a God-annointed Christian King. Not that it would work in America.

I’m against abortion. Not that I think this government, which is killing tens of thousands of grown and half-grown people, needlessly and heedlessly, has any business regulating it.

Marriage is a sacrament of the Church, not an office of the State. City Hall has no more business marrying people than it has serving Holy Communion. And to pass a law concerning it is at the least a violation of the First Amendment and at the most a sacrilege. However, I believe that every citizen, regardless of sexual persuasion, has the right to equal protection and the due process of the law. If two people of the same gender wish to be life partners, they should have the protection of law and the same rights to tax status, health insurance, etc., as traditional couples. That’s not marriage, and only God is enthroned to judge our sin. So as a Christian, my only job is simple: to love other people no matter what. Divorce is also a matter for the Church, not the courts.

Am I starting to make George Bush look liberal? Not really. If he were a liberal, he’d be willing to let his government care for the poor and protect the environment. If he were conservative, he’d reign in his insane spending. Our president is something else. I maintain he’s founded a new party that has yet to be named. One which values strength over wisdom, bluster and violence over the peace that follows loving thy neighbor.

I’m a democrat because the policies of the left more closely align with my belief in an implied social contract among civilized people, to care for those in need and walk lightly in the world. To me, the Republicans – thought I sometimes agree with them – are more inclined to be exploitive and reactionary. For example, banning gay marriage is a stupid and fearful reaction, not a wise action. And none of the government’s business.

I think we will see greater autocracy and fearmongering in this country before the tide turns. Sorry, it’s not my fault. I would have run myself, but I don’t think the country is ready for a horse with red and blue stripes.

Yahoo! News – Johnny Carson Dies at 79

Well, I liked him. He was a funny guy, original, personable.

I subpoenaed him to a deposition once, when I was a paralegal for a law firm in Santa Barbara. But that’s a long, boring story, and I didn’t get to meet him. I did see a lot of documents about his finances and stuff, though . I don’t remember anything, and wouldn’t post it if I did. Wouldn’t be ethical.

I’m sorry he’s dead. 79 is awfully young these days.

I’m borrowing the title of a fine poem by one of my favorite poets, Robert Bly, because it’s the first thing that came to mind.

I downloaded the complete text of President Bush’s second inaugural speech to my

computer. As a writer, I thought it might be interesting to look at its construction.

Unfortunately, I think there are holes in it. The first thing I did was to seach it for the

words Iraq and War, to see how this most delicate and vital subject was handled. Those

words do not appear in the text. How can this be? Befuddled but undeterred, I searched on for Empire. It’s also missing, but I did find this, which seems to be the same

thing:

America’s vital interests and our deepest beliefs are now one. From the day of

our founding, we have proclaimed that every man and woman on this earth has

rights, and dignity, and matchless value, because they bear the image of the

maker of heaven and earth. Across the generations, we have proclaimed the

imperative of self-government, because no one is fit to be a master, and no one

deserves to be a slave. Advancing these ideals is the mission that created our

nation. It is the honorable achievement of our fathers. Now it is the urgent

requirement of our nation’s security, and the calling of our time.

Oh, no. Absolute doublespeak. Our deepest beliefs are supposed to be personal, not national. Hence “Congress shall make no law respecting the establishment of a religion…” I thought that our deepest national beliefs were supposed to include tolerance for the various beliefs of others. Last time I checked, America’s vital interests were killing extremists before they can attack us again, keeping up our supply of fossil fuels, and protecting traditional marriage.

This president needs a history lesson. From the day of our founding, we proclaimed that every white man with land could vote. Women didn’t vote until the 1920s. And we slogged along a hundred years before a civil war — and the price of roughly two thirds of a million lives — ended the offices of master and slave. The mission that created our nation was the exploitation of North America’s natural resources. Sure a few folks came for religious freedom, but mostly we came to find work.

What the hell is this Bush Doctrine? We’ve got it perfect, and we’re going to ram it down the throats of the planet? Merd. We’re still way down the road from getting a handle on freedom. We are, at best, in the process of becoming free. Two steps forward, one step back. But if we truly believed in the imperative of self-government, we would never tolerate imposing our beliefs on others. That is the great madness of Caesar’s ambition.

There was a memorial in Ventura today for the ten people killed in the La Conchita mudslide.

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Don’t miss tonight’s rant against the war on Burning Daylight.