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Saturday, December 25, 2004

Give me seasonal schmaltz-Times Online Comment

I have lived in America long enough to know that I should never grasp the hand of colleagues or friends and wish them the joy and peace of the newborn king in case they turn out to be practising Zoroastrians. But it has got to the point where I worry now about upsetting fellow Christians if I proffer them a limp handshake and that flaccid salute to mushy multiculturalism: “Happy Holidays”.

And yet the truth is I rather like this annual Christmas controversy. For one thing it helps to debunk one of the more absurd myths about America that the rest of the world clings to — that it is firmly in the grip of some theocracy in which schoolchildren learn creationism by rote and White House officials slaughter the fatted calf before drawing up their foreign policy plans.
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At other times, I can’t quite take all this American idealism and sentimentality. It is just a bit too much at odds with a complex world. As the country’s critics never tire of observing, it can lead to a little too much certainty and self-belief and a deficit of doubt and acknowledgement of error.

But, at this time of year, a bit of simple faith, a bit of uncynical joy and a bit of human hope induced by that unfathomable miracle that happened a couple of thousand years ago, is right on the mark.

Monday, December 20, 2004

A great essay

Via 2Blowhards.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

African Union Says No End to Violence in Darfur-Reuters

More of the same:
Fighting between Sudanese government forces and rebels continues in Darfur despite cease-fire promises, the African Union said on Sunday, saying one of its monitoring helicopters had come under fire.

"One of our helicopters has been shot. They are firing on our helicopters. This shows that the cease-fire is not being observed. They did not comply. They have not stopped fighting," AU spokesman Assane Ba told reporters on Sunday evening.

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Back in Des Moines

I moved this weekend. Things are pretty stressful and I don't have internet service yet. The library is my conduit to the world, but only for 60 minutes a day.

Brennan, a Canadian, writes to ask: Do your ballots actually say Kerry/Edwards and Bush/Cheney or not?

Why yes, Brennan they do. In Boone County, Iowa at least. I specifically looked for that when I voted. In some places, however, I believe there is some fine print that says that you are actually voting for Electoral College voters who will subsequently vote for either ticket. That is technically what people vote for even when it doesn't say that on the ballot as in my precinct. A person votes for one of two groups of Electors. These Electors then cast the Electoral College votes which are what decides the presidency. So, you and Eva are both correct. Which means that I win the bet.

Saturday, December 11, 2004

Psychology Today: A Nation of Wimps

An interesting article about the effects of over-coddling, over-protective and over-regulating parents. I'm sure glad there was no danger of me being over-coddled as a kid.Psychology Today: A Nation of Wimps:
From the beginning play helps children learn how to control themselves, how to interact with others. Contrary to the widely held belief that only intellectual activities build a sharp brain, it's in play that cognitive agility really develops.
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In his now-famous studies of how children's temperaments play out, Harvard psychologist Jerome Kagan has shown unequivocally that what creates anxious children is parents hovering and protecting them from stressful experiences.
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Virginia's Portmann feels the effects are even more pernicious; they weaken the whole fabric of society. He sees young people becoming weaker right before his eyes, more responsive to the herd, too eager to fit in--less assertive in the classroom, unwilling to disagree with their peers, afraid to question authority, more willing to conform to the expectations of those on the next rung of power above them.
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Parents need to abandon the idea of perfection and give up some of the invasive control they've maintained over their children. The goal of parenting, Portmann reminds, is to raise an independent human being. Sooner or later, he says, most kids will be forced to confront their own mediocrity.

Friday, December 10, 2004

Another article on the word 'liberal'

I've said my piece on this before: here and here. Here's another article talking about the word's decline. I think it exaggerates the pariah status a bit.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

My mom, drug-buster

My mom has worn many hats in her day, but this past weekend she put on a new one. She was working at the nursing home when the cleaning lady approached her and asked her to come look at something in the bathroom. "I thought she was going to show me that some resident had, you know, 'decorated' the bathroom," said Mom. Instead, the cleaning lady showed her a pouch that had fallen--during cleaning--out of the locked medicine cabinet that is used only for employees. One of the two zippers on the pouch was open when it fell and inside were small zip-lock bags with some sort of powder in them. My mom, aka Sherlie Holmes, took the pouch, locked it away, called the administrator who called the police, and then told the cleaning lady, "We'll just wait and see who starts to get anxious." Well, someone got anxious and went out to their car three times, searched the lockers and break room and asked co-workers if they had seen a little pouch that held medicine.

The police came and took the person away. This person had apparently had some problems with meth earlier as well. The cop was encouraged, though, by the fact that the person had been worried that some of the residents might have found the pouch and hurt themselves. He said that three years ago this person would never have thought of anyone besides themself. Small victories.

The Report from Riceville-December 7, 2004-Elmer Fudd Edition

So I went up to Riceville this past weekend to go deer hunting with my brother, Dave. It was my first time. I arrived on Friday night and we put together all of the things I would need for the morning: boots, extra socks, insulated coveralls, vest for warmth, orange vest for safety, digital camera for memories, cell phone for time and emergencies, fingerless gloves for quick shooting, granola bars for the munchies, wallet with hunting license and deer tag, scarf for chilly low-lying areas, orange stocking cap for warmth and safety, and twenty deer slugs. My brother Will brought over my 12 gauge shotgun.

At 5a.m. Dave woke me up and we had a coffee and cinnamon roll together before putting on all the gear. It was still completely dark as we drove to his father-in-law's to meet the other hunters. On a clear night when you drive through Iowa it's difficult to tell where the sky begins and the earth ends. The sky is full of crisply shining stars poking through the darkness and the countryside is dotted with the yard lights from every farmhouse among the black.

Keith, Dave's father-in-law, was waiting for us at the kitchen table. He had drawn up a map of the property we would be hunting, his mother's farm. He had labeled it with the geographical terms of a man who has grown up with the land. Here was 'The Old Crossing.' Here 'The Sand Pit.' There 'The New Crossing.' 'The Switchgrass' was north of 'The Oaks.' He explained where he planned to put all the hunters. "Dave, you'll be pushing along the creek. Andrew and I will push toward Joe. Joe, I put you down in 'Keith's Chair.' John will drop you off at the bridge east of Mom's. See, here. Just follow this little creek up until about thirty yards from where it flows into this bigger creek. That's Crane Creek. There's an old fenceline down there and you can move all along there. There's one of those trees where it's like four trunks grew up out of one tree. You can sit up in there, too. Those deer will be coming from ever' which way. They're bedding down in that grass there by the road. You'll probably scare up three or four on your way in. Try to be quiet. You might get one on your way in."

I was too confused trying to figure out when other hunters might be in my line of fire to ask him what 'Keith's Chair' looked like. At around 6:45 John dropped me at the roadside. I loaded my gun and headed into the woods, following the creek. It was still quite dark, but my gun was poised and my reflexes were on notice for whitetails in the grass. No deer were scared up on my way in. Also, Keith's Chair was nowhere to be found in the dark.

I did find the tree with four trunks. The four trunks were like fingers growing out of a hand and two feet from the ground they formed a flat palm where they met and I climbed in, deciding that being surrounded on three sides by tree trunks was a good place to be if chunks of lead started flying around.

At around 7 the first shot was fired in the distance. Six or seven more followed within a minute. It was time to kill some deer. About ten minutes later, I saw my first one. Five of them. I heard them running across the grassfield that was adjacent to the woods I was in. They ran into the woods fifty yards from my position, but on the other side of some thick brush and I lost them for a few seconds. I jumped out of my tree, ran in a direction to give myself a good shot when they came from behind the brush. All five appeared from behind the brush and stopped forty yards from where I stood standing still. A big doe was showing her whole side. I shot. The blast was shockingly loud. I pumped my gun. Shot again. All five were gone before I could shoot a third time.

My other encounters with deer during the rest of the day proceeded much the same way with the same result every time. Later in the day, Dave and I both shot at a doe running at top speed through a grass field. Dave was in the same area the next day and said he saw a blood trail and thought that I had wounded it. He was trying to cheer me up. But I didn't need cheering-up. I had a great time.

Friday, December 03, 2004

Hi, Atus. Where have you been?

It's been quite a while since I wrote anything. Apologies to the adoring hordes who come here every day looking for entertainment, insight and peace of mind.

I'm back in the Ville for the weekend. I'm going deer hunting with my brother and his in-laws. It's my first time hunting deer and I'm really looking forward to it.


 
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