11/28/2008
11/15/2008
Alice Walker’s Letter To Obama Is More For All Of Us, I Think.
Dear Brother Obama,
You have no idea, really, of how profound this moment is for us. Us being the black people of the Southern United States. You think you know, because you are thoughtful, and you have studied our history. But seeing you deliver the torch so many others before you carried, year after year, decade after decade, century after century, only to be struck down before igniting the flame of justice and of law, is almost more than the heart can bear. And yet, this observation is not intended to burden you, for you are of a different time, and, indeed, because of all the relay runners before you, North America is a different place. It is really only to say: Well done. We knew, through all the generations, that you were with us, in us, the best of the spirit of Africa and of the Americas. Knowing this, that you would actually appear, someday, was part of our strength. Seeing you take your rightful place, based solely on your wisdom, stamina and character, is a balm for the weary warriors of hope, previously only sung about.
I would advise you to remember that you did not create the disaster that the world is experiencing, and you alone are not responsible for bringing the world back to balance. A primary responsibility that you do have, however, is to cultivate happiness in your own life. To make a schedule that permits sufficient time of rest and play with your gorgeous wife and lovely daughters. And so on. One gathers that your family is large. We are used to seeing men in the White House soon become juiceless and as white-haired as the building; we notice their wives and children looking strained and stressed. They soon have smiles so lacking in joy that they remind us of scissors. This is no way to lead. Nor does your family deserve this fate. One way of thinking about all this is: It is so bad now that there is no excuse not to relax. From your happy, relaxed state, you can model real success, which is all that so many people in the world really want. They may buy endless cars and houses and furs and gobble up all the attention and space they can manage, or barely manage, but this is because it is not yet clear to them that success is truly an inside job. That it is within the reach of almost everyone.
I would further advise you not to take on other people’s enemies. Most damage that others do to us is out of fear, humiliation and pain. Those feelings occur in all of us, not just in those of us who profess a certain religious or racial devotion. We must learn actually not to have enemies, but only confused adversaries who are ourselves in disguise. It is understood by all that you are commander in chief of the United States and are sworn to protect our beloved country; this we understand, completely.
However, as my mother used to say, quoting a Bible with which I often fought, “hate the sin, but love the sinner.” There must be no more crushing of whole communities, no more torture, no more dehumanizing as a means of ruling a people’s spirit. This has already happened to people of color, poor people, women, children. We see where this leads, where it has led.
A good model of how to “work with the enemy” internally is presented by the Dalai Lama, in his endless caretaking of his soul as he confronts the Chinese government that invaded Tibet. Because, finally, it is the soul that must be preserved, if one is to remain a credible leader. All else might be lost; but when the soul dies, the connection to earth, to peoples, to animals, to rivers, to mountain ranges, purple and majestic, also dies. And your smile, with which we watch you do gracious battle with unjust characterizations, distortions and lies, is that expression of healthy self-worth, spirit and soul, that, kept happy and free and relaxed, can find an answering smile in all of us, lighting our way, and brightening the world.
We are the ones we have been waiting for.
In Peace and Joy,
Alice Walker
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The Dalai Lama wrote a good one worth looking at too.
At first I couldn’t find a joke or a funny saying or anything in His Holiness’
letter to the new President Elect.
And I know he’s never said something
publicly that didn’t have at least something humorous in there somewhere.
So I started to think it was a fake.
But then I noticed it.
Can you find the joke inside?
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November 5 [HHDL to Obama]
H.E.
Barack Obama
President-elect of the United States of America
Washington, DC
U.S.A.
Dear President-elect Obama,
Congratulations on your election as the President of the United States of America.
I am encouraged that the American people have chosen a President who reflects America’s diversity and her fundamental ideal that any person can rise up to the highest office in the land. This is a proud moment for America and one that will be celebrated by many peoples around the world.
The American Presidential elections are always a great source of encouragement to people throughout the world who believe in democracy, freedom and equality of opportunities.
May I also commend the determination and moral courage that you have demonstrated throughout the long campaign, as well as the kind heart and steady hand that you often showed when challenged. I recall our own telephone conversation this spring and these same essential qualities came through in your concern for the situation in Tibet.
As the President of the United States, you will certainly have great and difficult tasks before you, but also many opportunities to create change in the lives of those millions who continue to struggle for basic human
needs. You must also remember and work for these people, wherever they may be.
With my prayers and good wishes,
Yours sincerely,
THE DALAI LAMA
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11/14/2008
Why Seek An Inventive Mind? YOU have one!
Pssst! They really DO want you to think it’s THAT hard.
Have you ever seen an invention go across the screen, or across your own reality set and you very quickly inquired how much and it was like 30bucks and you go, “you’ve got to be kidding me, I can make one out of walking right up to my garbage can, fishing something out, folding a little, tearing it up a bit with my swiss army knife and then using it!”
Then do it! Don’t be shy.
See what I mean???
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I’m serious. And this is just one of many. I do this kind of thing at least twice a day. I probably think about doing 10 other things just like that which I don’t have the follow through and drive to finish. I figure in just five years I’ve saved myself about ninetythousand dollars by just taking things out of my own garbage can and inventing something. If I had followed through on all the others rather than go to to the Mal-Wart or Abercrumble and Pitch I might have saved myself a whopping one point five million dollars!!!
Let’s say the average device is 30 bucks. I believe that’s low. But my inventions are even lower; we’re talking 0! So each time it’s a savings of almost 100% before you factor labor and smarts, eh? But I digress. This cute plastic ipod holder is just 9 bucks, but that’s extremely low even before you start getting into serious hardware and software, right? So yeah, I’ve easily saved 60bucks before making something out of cardboard, and old screendoor or a mountainbike tire I just replaced, etc. So let’s say 29.99 for the average.
29.99 x 365 x 5 = 59110.29 if you count sales tax and not shipping and handling.
60 thousand dollars, people, in 5 years!
And had I followed through on 12 inventions a day instead of 2??? Ay yay yay!
59110.29 x 6 = 354661.74
OK, so my 1.5 mil estimate before math was high, but not too far off, huh? That’s not small peanuts.
So here’s my advice. It’s not a new idea. Stop working so hard in life. Work smart! I’m serious. Think about it. And then do it. You can. Every aspect of your life.
PC users, there’s an icon on your start menu that’s a DOS prompt. Did you know you can write programs in there?
If you’re not happy with how an application works, read up on how it was created and then teach yourself how to build a better one. I’m telling you. We’ve forgotten we’re human!!!
Now, where’s that little green Geiko Geklo? I have to strangle him with used dental floss before sunset.
Cheers,
marco
I LOVE My Hat!
I’m wearing my White House Communication Agency hat again today.
I have to remember not to wear it in the rain though because I’ll probably only get another few months out of this thing before it’s too tattered. And you know I’ll never get access to another one anytime soon, eh?
So this young sailor walks past me where I’m telecommunicating at my laptop and drinking coffee and he does a quick turnaround and I can tell right away he’s going to ask me something.
I thought it was going to be about my http://www.blackfire.net bumpersticker on the laptop. Or perhaps my Richard Stallman GNU bumpersticker in the same place (one guy pointed at that once and said, you know? Richard Stallman DOES kind of look like a Yak doesn’t he?)
But no, he goes, does that hat say “the white house?”
“Yeah.” I tip my head down a little so he can read the rest more clearly. He looked at how else I’m dressed and I can tell he was making another one of those broad generalizations where I can’t possibly have ever worked for the White House press corps, right?
etc.
So there’s where I got to tell the first part of my favorite joke these days.
“Yes,” I said, “after signal corps I joined the team that had to acquire new ‘W’s” for all the keyboards and install and troubleshoot them.”
I let him off easy though. Right away there I told him I actually didn’t get to work directly for the White House ever, just all over DC as a freelancer, etc.
Usually if someone still believes me I go on to tell them that I was the one who had to assess security when Baby Bush insisted on moving his email computers OFF Solaris/Apache/PINE/LYNX and onto PC/XPPro/Outlook/Explorer.
And if someone still doesn’t realize I’m joking I go on to tell them that even though I’m neither Republican nor Democrat, I had to quit my job AND the republican party when I walked in on Bush, Mark Foley, Jeff Gannon and Ted Haggard doing the nasty.
11/13/2008
The Multi-level Network Marketing Of Jesus
If I wasn’t out of line this morning I probably seemed it to at least a couple people.
I was minding my own business drinking coffee in a shop and surfing some internet. I kept doing that as best I could for as long as I coud before having to interject something that may or may not have been my place to say. It was a conversation at the table next to me, between a minister and church secretary.
I won’t belabor you with all the gory details but the whole conversation was generally gossipy, judgemental, potentially slanderous and I’m sure should have been a very private discussion. But they dialogued loudly, demonstratively and either didn’t care, or perhaps wanted everyone in the tables around them to overhear.
I kept trying to tune them out but it was definitely “louder” than anything I was trying to pay attention to on my laptop. In fact, in how rude and meanspirited all the stuff was, it really was becoming more and more a “signal to noise” issue for me, so I took action.
I leaned toward the “saved” hippocrate and the woman on the other end of his power differential and after excusing myself said this:
“I’m sure I shouldn’t be hearing all that, it’s like watching sausage being made.”
Then I smiled and tried to take myself back out of their conversation immediately. But no, he struggled to engage me and tried so hard to keep me engaged saying this:
“What? Oh yes, you’re right, it’s like we’re grinding through all this.”
He quickly went back to telling her all this annoying crap I was overhearing but now even louder and MORE demonstrative.
No wonder the words pious and pompous have such a similar looking etymology!
11/09/2008
Come To The Soa Protest
I haven’t maintained my http://www.come.to/thesoaprotest site in a long while.
It was feeling neglected. I’ll have to be more attentive as soon as my midterms are taken care of.
Here’s a humble reprint of a portion of Holly Near’s blog about her time playing guitar and singing at the 2006 event. I think it speaks volumes about the same issues, don’t you?
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Thursday, November 16th
A very early flight takes me to Atlanta where I met up with over a dozen artists. We did an informal concert to raise funds for the SOA Watch. We each sang one or two songs and thousands of dollars were raised as well as spirits. Elise Witt made that happen. It is wonderful to see old friends and hear new songs. David Rovics offers a moving song about New Orleans. Jose “Pepo” Saavedra and Ted Warmbrand are there all the way from Arizona. Many artists have driven all day and night to get there on time. There is lots of laughing and eating and good feeling. Thanks to Elise Witt for producing the event.
That night I stayed up talking with Elise and Karen Brandow—talking about our work, about music and about home and the world. What a luxury when artists have time to hang out with one another. We are so often heading off to the next town. We talked about the danger of turning social change artists into “bake salesâ€, always asked to raise money for struggling organizations but with very little understanding of the power of music and the roll culture must take in social change movements if we are to be successful. Karen said I was going to be surprised by the integration of the music in the upcoming events. Apparently Pete Seeger, when he attended the SOA protest, said ,â€This is the singingest movement!â€
The next day we headed south. I was so glad to have Elise as my buddy. The size of the event was a bit intimidating. Just the thought of finding parking! But in fact, none of those concerns were an issue. There was so much care and camaraderie, I never felt lost even when I was.
I met a new friend, a lovely woman who has been at the SOA protest many times. She is such a bright spirit, has a powerful voice, and seems to laugh and dance where ever she goes. Her name is Colleen Kattau. I think she said that we had met somewhere in Central America, years ago. Was it Nicaragua? I think so.
There were workshops and trainings and cultural events and prayer sessions and panels. So many things all going on at once. It took a moment for me to remember that one can not be at all the events and that in truth, it doesn’t matter. Just walk in a door and sit down. Something interesting will happen.
I walked in to a gathering where a woman was talking about her work in Chile. Just as I sat down on the floor against the wall she said that Victor Jara’s killer had been found. The murderer had been a student at the SOA. She spoke of Victor’s wife Joan, a friend of mine, who after identifying Victor’s body, had escaped to England. That nightmare has come to an end. In fact, their new president is an ex-prisoner (and a woman, I might add!) Chile Stadium, where Victor was tortured and killed in 1973, has been renamed Estadio VÃctor Jara. Emotion came washing over me. I found myself “arriving†at this protest. Up until now, I was simply going through the logistics. I was here for Victor. I was here for all the women whose names I cry out in the song, “Hay Una Mujer Desaparecidaâ€. I was here for the people in El Salvador that I had met when I went to do a concert there in protest of the repression, in protest to the thousands killed by the US supported military regime, where we were followed by cars identified as death squad. I was here for the Nicaraguans I had met who suffered an horrific war waged against them by CIA backed contras. I was here for the Argentinians who had disappeared, for the mothers in the white head scarves I had met who demanded to know where their children had been taken. I was here for the musician friends I had met from Uruguay who had escaped to Europe because their songs were too dangerous. I was here for a Uruguayan women recently tortured who I had met in Mexico (she was being harbored by US expatriates living in Cuernavaca). And I was here because I know you don’t have to leave the USA to find violent abuse. I know about the prison system in this country. I know about The California Youth Authority. I know about the racism in prison. I know the way the US treated political prisoners in Vietnam. I know about Abu Grade. I know about Guantanamo. I know about the Trail of Tears. I know about sex trafficking of young girls and the smut films that document their gruesome murders. I know about electric shock treatment that used to be given to gay people—the lobotomies. I know that this kind of abuse can be well taught to Latin American soldiers because in the US, it has been well practiced and administered.
Someone taps me on the shoulder: “Would I sing a song?” Yes of course. I begin to sing “I Am Willing.” I nod to Sandy O and Pat Humphries and Charlie King and Karen Brandow and they come up and join me…were there others? Maybe John Fromer. I don’t remember. From that moment on there was singing, so much singing. We all joined each other. The singers became like one body.
Jon Fromer sang “My feet are tired but my soul is rested†remembering the great bus boycott. What a model, a movement that changed all movements from that time on. They showed us how to pick up songs instead of guns when you go out to face the violence.
There are many faiths represented here but it is predominately Christian, and mostly Catholic, founded by a priest affectionately called Father Roy. He, himself, had been a victim of torture in Latin America. So many of the people killed by this training have been Catholics and Indigenous peoples. It is clear that these people gain strength from their faith but I don’t see them imposing narrow mind and fear on others but rather they walk with arms wide open. If the religious right would like to meet Jesus, chances are they will find him here.
Next we go to a pub downtown Columbus, Georgia where there is a reception to welcome the Civil Rights leaders who have marched from Alabama to Columbus to join in the weekend. We find some young people there who are focusing their energies on Puerto Rico. They are so knowledgeable, it takes my breath away. Again my past comes racing to mind. When I was in my mid twenties I attended a Puerto Rican Solidarity event in New York City at Madison Square Garden at the Felt Forum. I think it was put on by the Puerto Rican Socialist Party. September 10th, 1976. The place was packed. Phil Ochs sang. I sang. Orlando Letelier spoke (he was killed in a car bombing in Washington DC, Sept. 21st, 1976, only a few days later). Geraldo Rivera, a young lawyer and soon to be famous journalist also spoke.
The next day we head for Fort Benning, (well, outside the gates of Fort Benning.) This is a day of dancing and singing and a celebration of resistance. Meanwhile demonstrations are also taking place in Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Ecuador, El Salvador, Paraguay, and Peru, as well as in Ireland, Canada, and at other sites in the US. One of the recent tactics of the movement is to go to the heads of states of other countries and get them to agree to stop sending soldiers to train at this school.
Chris Inserra and Francisco Herrera are the main MCs for the event. I must say, I have never seen anything like it. Without raising their voices or ever appearing aggravated, these two kept the program going with such grace. I would check my watch from time to time and compare it to the schedule. They were never off by more than a minute and they always caught up. There was no one pushing for power, no high-visibility guests arrived demanding to be put on earlier than agreed to. The back stage area was calm and loving and collective in nature. Maybe that is because looming behind us was this huge gate topped with barbed wire, the gate that brave souls have crossed over year after year here in protest.
There are guest speakers and artists. And then there is the Musician’s Collective. I joined them from day one. Their job was to do music, to pick appropriate songs for appropriate places. Singers were sent to workshops and panels whenever possible. But during Saturday and Sunday, they mostly stayed ready to sing at the main stage. What an amazing choir of sound and spirit. I tell you, there must have been a charming clerk at the “check your ego†stand because everyone had. Charlie King and Karen Brandow lead “…break ‘em on down, break ‘em on down, break ‘em on down these walls between us…â€
Dave Lippman, the singing CIA Agent, a very wacky and very funny guy, brings the dry condemnation of the Bush Administration and does so in such a non-violent way. Quite something to watch and it feels good to laugh when one is crying.
Saturday evening, Elise and I had food at a restaurant near the base—Carribean food—then we headed for the cultural event. I was the host of this particular evening. Again, more music— music and dancing. It was a challenging line-up for the audience. Coalition is often a challenge. Everything from hip hop to old time folk to traditional Colombian dance to contemporary folk music. The young people who crowded around the front of the stage, sitting on the floor, got up and danced whenever the spirit moved them. Holding each other, joyfully sharing massage chains. I felt so reassured by their presence. They seemed curious about all the music, not judgemental, happy to be there with us and with each other.
Pat and Sandy from Emma’s Revolution lead
Peace, Salaam, Shalom
I discover a group I have never heard before. They were so lovely: The Prince Myshkins.
And I get to hear again people I have loved for years like Tao Rodriguez-Seeger. He is such a loving man, so wise and easy to be with. I am profoundly aware of my status, an elder in training, as artists my age become the grandmas of the social change music movement. It is a pleasure as well as daunting.
An amazing Hip Hop group from Chicago kicks off the evening. They are Kuumba Lynx. They range from about 8 years old to 29 proving wrong the assumption that some might have about young people not being profoundly involved in political culture and change movements. One of the poets has direct experience with the US backed hostilities that plagued Chile. Chestnut Brothers invite the crowd to shout and whisper, dance and pray.
And the evening is closed by an Andean group called Llajtasuyo and everyone is on their feet dancing. This event was skillfully produced by Chris Chandler.Top of page
Sunday. Sunday is a more solemn day. The musicians arrive at the site at 7am to sound check (in case you doubted anyone’s commitment, do you know what it means for musicians who have worked the night before to arrive at 7am?). No one complains . . . well, only in the subtle ways in which we say good morning to one another!
This is the day of the funeral procession. The delegations begin to enter the space. The Veterans for Peace. The Buddhist Drummers, The Grandmothers for Peace. The ritual begins with a Mayan Blessing.
Then the reading of the names. Teams of readers say the names out loud of those who have been murdered, mostly in central and Latin America by the policies taught and the people trained at SOA. After each name, the singers voice in deep rich harmony: “PRESENTEâ€. This goes on and on for hours. It is overwhelming. At one point the victims have no names, one after another, mostly children recently killed in Colombia.
The over 22,000 people file past the gates of the SOA and place wood crosses with the name of the victim written on the wood and they place these markers into the fence. At the end, the fence is a sea of white, a huge memorial to the victims— a massive condemnation of the killers. Victor Jara’s name is called. “PRESENTEâ€. I recognize a name that is in my song, “Hay Una Mujer Desaparecida.” “PRESENTEâ€. As I sing “PRESENTE†over and over again I start to feel as if I know each one of the people whose name is called. They all become one, they all become me. “PRESENTE! “My legs go to sleep standing up singing “PRESENTE†for so many hours but I would not have moved from that place for the world.
People speak: President Charles Steele, Jr. who is national President of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, Rabbi Lynn Gottliev who is co-founder of the Muslim Jewish Peace Walk, Frankie Flores who is representative of the Torture Abolition and Survivors Support Coalition International and of course Father Roy Bourgeois, founder of SOAW
More music. Work O.’ The Weavers, a group dedicated to keeping the music and political commitment of The Weavers alive and well, Emily Saliers from The Indigo Girls, SONiA and a huge Puppetista Pageant built predominantly by young people—building, painting, decorating. More speakers, more testimony of torture and abuse, more music.
And then there are those who cross the line. They go over a 10-foot barbed-wire fence on the base’s perimeter. They take this action knowing that they likely face three to six months in federal prison. Since protests against the SOA/ WHINSEC began sixteen years ago, 211 people have served prison sentences of up to two years for civil disobedience. These are the most recent to make this crossing.
Margaret Bryant-Ganer, 38, Shenandoah Junction, West Virginia
Tina Busch-Nema, 48, Kirkwood, Missouri
Rev. Don Coleman, 69, a co-pastor at the University of Chicago from Chicago, Illinois
Valerie Fillenwarth, 64, a homemaker from Indianapolis, Indiana
Philip Gates, 70, a retired school teacher from Prescott, Arizona
Alice Gerard, 50, a freelance journalist from Grand Island, New York
Joshua Harris, 30, from San Diego is a graduate student at Claremont University
Melissa Helman, 23, Ashland, Wisconsin
Martina Leforce, 22, Berea, Kentucky
Julienne Oldfield, 69, Syracuse, New York
(Katherine) Whitney Ray, a 17 year old college student from Indianapolis, Indiana
Sheila Salmon, 71, Sebastian, Florida
Nathan Slater, 23, Berea / Edmonton, Kentucky
Mike Vosburg-Casey, a 32 year old piano tuner and chicken farmer from Atlanta, Georgia
Grayman Ward, 20, a fitness equipment specialist from Raleigh, North Carolina
Cathy Webster, 61, a peace activist and grandmother from Chico, California
Optimistic News:
The SOA/WHINSEC narrowly averted closure earlier this year when a bill to cut funding to the school lost in Congress by a margin of 15 votes. The mid-term elections saw 34 Representatives who opposed the bill lose their seats.
“The Bush Administration and the School of the Americas are out of alignment with the values of everyday Americans,†said Chris Inserra, 48, a teacher and mother of three who helped to organize this weekend’s events.
11/02/2008
DIY: Make Your Own Toothpaste
A cyberfriend of mine, Serina, decided to do some digging and see what it actually takes to make your own toothpaste. It turns out it only requires a few natural and easy to find ingredients. I don’t have kids yet, but this seems like one of those projects that may be good to get your kids involved with.
I know I never wanted to brush my teeth when I was 5, but this might have made it more fun!
Ingredients needed to make natural toothpaste
1. Baking soda (works as a natural cleansing agent and it polishes and whitens your teeth as well!)
2. Table salt
3. Hydrogen Peroxide (naturally disinfects your mouth)
4. Stevia (optional as sweetener)
5. Peppermint oil (optional)
Both 4 and 5 can be found at a health food store
Steps to make your toothpaste
1. Pour 1/2 cup baking soda into a mixing bowl
2. Add a dash of salt
3. Add 1/4 cup of hydrogen peroxide
4. Add 1 drop of peppermint oil
5. Add a dash of stevia (more if you want it sweeter)
6. Mix it all up until it becomes paste like. You may have to add more hydrogen peroxide to get the right consistency.
A few notes about the homemade toothpaste
* You can store it in a plastic container to keep it from drying out.
* If you’re not into the peppermint flavor, you could try ground cinnamon or vanilla extract.