July 21, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
For weeks now, I have had two books on my desk begging for me to excerpt passages for you. There are also movies, links to interesting websites, and long pointless ramblings that are dying to be excreted onto these virtual pages. Yet, somehow I just can’t get to it all.
How do I account for my time?
I can’t. To my knowledge, I haven’t blacked out, I haven’t gone on wild drinking binges, I haven’t been in any comas, I don’t recall any alien abductions (though I wouldn’t, would I), and I’m pretty sure that I experience every day sequentially as it appears on the calendar. I’m just losing time.
This weekend, I spent hours going through gobs of emails, paying bills, and cleaning the kitchen. Somehow that comprised most of Saturday. When I write it down, it doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t add up.
Yesterday, in preparation for my trip to Cooperstown, I started organizing my toiletries. My husband has the idea that we’re going to pack everything into our carry-ons to avoid the checked bag fees. That means I have to figure out a way to squeeze my liquid toiletries into three ounce or smaller containers within one one-quart Ziploc bag for the Security Nazis. This project alone evolved into a two hour process of not just carefully reorganizing my travel bag, patiently squeezing conditioner into a tiny container, tapping it on the counter to let the air out, adding more, tapping, drizzling more conditioner, tapping, for what seemed like an hour, refilling the shampoo, fixing the spray nozzle on the miniature hair spray bottle, finding the right size bottle for sunscreen and filling that, and so on, but reorganizing the entire bathroom, medicine cabinet, and vanity.
Satisfied when it was all done (as if it will be the last time I ever have to do it), I proceeded with checking off the next thing on my to-do list. Something simple. Synchronizing my Palm. Simple. Except that simple things are never simple. Instead I spent an hour or more in an argument with the computer (I have yet to win one of these fights), backing up my contacts, uninstalling Documents to Go, trying to reinstall Documents to Go, not being able to reinstall it, not being able to figure out why!!, cursing Vista, cursing computers, giving up, and essentially, blowing the rest of Sunday evening on something that in the end, I have very little to show for my time.
This is how the weekends go. They go. I just don’t know how.
Sadly, there was a time when I spent nearly every weekend on a hike in the mountains. Now? I spend hours complaining to innocent readers that I don’t know where my time goes.
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July 11, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
Though usually I like to encourage you to save your money so that you might amass enough to live your dreams, a photographer friend of mine is publishing his photobook of street scenes in Charlotte. He’s a fine photographer and a wonderful human being, so I’m pushing his book, hoping that it will sell a few copies. If you don’t buy it, at least flip through the pictures. That’s free though it doesn’t much help my friend. ![]()
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July 11, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
Want an idea for a great practical joke? Go to this website, type in the name and email address of your victim in the “to” portion, and voila! Your evilness makes merry on its own. I won’t even tell you what the joke is. If you want to know, type in your own name and email address in the “to” field. You won’t get the full experience since you already know it’s a joke, but maybe you’ll be able to surmise the joy and surprise of your unsuspecting recipient.
I totally fell for it. In my amazement, I conceded, “Finally! The people have realized that they need me!” It’s a pity because my first act in office would have been to ban Red Sox and Ys fans from besoiling our stadium grounds with their foulness.
Enjoy and Happy Weekending!!
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July 7, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
It is my unwavering conviction that world peace starts with well-rested, happy people who take vacation. Perhaps you saw the recent article in the New York Times describing how many Americans don’t use all their vacation. That is, not even resting for a mere two weeks a year. What a tragic way to spend our short time along this cosmic plane.
Meanwhile, Europeans are laughing at us over their sandy beach blankets and home baked pastries, enjoying four weeks minimum of paid time off.
If I could do only one worthwhile thing, it would be to convince you to write to or call your worthless congressman (since Sarbanes retired) and ask him or her to support a vacation law for all Americans. Here’s a website to get you interested.
Do it! Go towards the light. Vacation is the first step to solving all America’s problems.
P.S. Wishing a peaceful vacation to one of my friends at a certain popular Maryland beach who is doing the smart thing and using his vacation time at this very moment. We should all be as smart as he.
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July 5, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
Last night I had some friends over for dinner. After we discussed our various ideas of how to solve world peace, the conversation naturally turned to ghost stories and the paranormal. While we all agreed that we couldn’t say definitively that we believed in ghosts or the paranormal, we each had at least one good story to tell.
Among others, because I have many, I told my story about having ball lightning enter my living room and explode on the wall, leaving the blinds banging against the closed window. (I seem to have a knack for attracting the rare.) While it’s not the paranormal per say, I still think it’s pretty freaking cool that I’m one of the rare people who has witnessed it.
I also shared one of my friend’s stories (the same friend who argues with me about the Orioles!), in which he and his wife, on different occasions, independently saw, a female ghost in a full length dress. Both times she appeared, she seemed to be waiting for someone. She stared out the window, turned and stared at at my friend, then turned and stared again out the window and then disappeared. I believe my friend, but I can’t make sense of a clothed ghost. What’s the purpose of clothes on a ghost?
Ever since he shared that story, I feel an especial onus to make sure that I’m well-attired every day. What if I die in sweats for example? Who wants to go through eternity under-dressed? I hate to think what my hair might look like. It’s bad enough every day now. Perhaps there’s lower humidity on the other side? This whole clothed ghost thing has been a burden to me and the clothes pole that must bear such an enormous amount of weight. A burden, I tell you!
At any rate, last night ended with mutual agreement that either way, we couldn’t say whether the paranormal exists. Despite the incessant doorbell ringing by Wild Bill Hagy last summer, we like to tell ourselves that there was a rational explanation for the electrical malfunction.
Perhaps to prove a point, someone turned on the television in our loft this morning. The television was turned on at some point during ten minutes that my husband spent downstairs. On his way back to the office, he paused at the top of the steps and turned to me, “Did you turn on the tv?” “No, I’ve been here the whole time.” I replied unnecessarily, because he knew I hadn’t left the living room yet. We proceeded to question each other, trying to extract a confession from the other about the practical joke. Then we turned our attention on blaming the cat until we realized that she was already outside. There we stood with crestfallen faces, puzzling over how the television turned itself on. The remotes were still aligned at a precise 45 degree angle along the top of the television (I admit, we’re kind of anal people, and by “we,” I mean “me”), so even if the lazy fat cat had managed to jump to the top of the tv, surely she would have moved the remotes or knocked them off the television, the way she does with every other object left on a surface she skates across.
To my knowledge there have been no solar flares in Charlotte and none of our other appliances magically turned on. Not even the little stereo that’s plugged into the same power strip.
The television isn’t hooked up to the cable so there was only static. I’m not sure if we were supposed to hear a message from the static or if the ghost was just hoping to catch a little tennis or Orioles. Is it fair to ask that if I have to have a ghost, why can’t I have one who helps with the laundry or dishes, or whispers lotto numbers to me?
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July 4, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
Hope this 4th of July finds you enjoying good eats, togetherness, and feelings of appreciation for being among the lucky few on the planet earth, who for this brief time along the cosmic calendar, are enjoying peace and prosperity.
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July 4, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
Please don’t hate me, but it’s true, I think there’s an upside to high gas prices. Before your mouse navigates to click the “Send Mail Bomb” button, please hear me out.
I have a belief, that only time will reveal as accurate or far-fetched, that our lives will get better as the price of gas increases. Maybe not initially. There will be a lot of resistance to change, as there always is. We feel entitled to our lifestyles. We don’t want anyone to tell us that we don’t have a right to drive a Hummer or consume as much as is humanly possible. But there might be (there is!) an upside to high gas. Before I get too far into this discussion, let me clarify that I exclude those already at the bottom of the economic ladder from “better,” though I think they may eventually benefit too.
Before I get into the potential benefits we may derive, let’s start with why Americans are angry over the price of gas. It’s something I find remarkable. Is it really a brand new concept that oil is not an infinite resource? Are we really that short-sighted? Can we really be that naive as to assume that we can behave however we wish and the earth’s resources will bow to our insatiable will? We lived through gas shortages in the 70s. Scientists have been sounding the warning for fifty years (yes, fifty) that oil would peak in the 90s. Even heads of oil corporations acknowledge that time is limited. But, we’re angry. “Drill! Drill! Drill” is the demand. No matter that it will take 10 or 20 years to see the fruits of the drilling, if there are any. It doesn’t matter that more drilling will likely produce very little. Do it now!
I ask, “And then what?” What happens if we do find more oil? Will we heed the advice of scientists to move to other energy sources? Will we change our ways? To find the answer, we only have to look at our behavior after the 70 gas shortage. Did our cars get smaller and more gas efficient or larger and more gas guzzling? Have all the warnings of the past been enough to motivate people to buy small, gas efficient cars? No, only an economic pinch, only a tight squeeze on the pocketbooks speaks to us. Even now, there are those at the top of the economic ladder who are unconcerned with how much gas they’re using. As long as there is money, they will never see a reason to change. Not even in the interest of providing a better world for their offspring.
It appears to be our human nature to live to the fullest extremes that we can muster and to live in denial about our behavior.
More often I hear and see news stories profiling good, hard-working citizens impacted by the cost of rising gas. These stories are meant to tug on your heart-strings, evoke your pity or outrage at how someone, whoever that someone was, allowed gas to get so expensive. Just once I would like to hear the people profiled in these stories to own some responsibility for their choices, “Yes, I know I should have been more informed, but I liked the look of the Hummer, and since I have no personality of my own, I use my possessions to serve as a substitute and to make a statement about my absence of character, shallow waste of oxygen that I am. If I were to use the matter contained within my cranium, and mind you, I won’t, but if I did, I suppose I’d realize that it’s my own fault that I spent an utterly foolish amount of money on a car meant to consume every last drop of oil left on earth so that I can show everyone what an utter selfish asshole I am, money that could easily have fed a village in Africa or India for a year if I could be interested in anything beyond that which exists several feet beyond my own self-absorbed nose. Yes, I brought this on myself.” Okay, I’ll concede that they wouldn’t likely allow the word “asshole” on the news. Fine. Call me harsh, but it’s true.
Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let me turn to the potential upside of high gas prices.
1) Finally, people are becoming aware of the possibility that resources are not infinite. We are at last waking up.
2) As oil becomes less of an option for meeting our energy needs, it will cripple the powerful lobbyists who currently control Congress (car and oil industry). Perhaps instead of heavily subsidizing oil, our tax dollars can heavily subsidize renewable energy research and implementation.
3) Cities will (re)establish the clean, safe, reliable public transportation infrastructure destroyed by GM, enabling Americans the choice to reduce the large portion of their budget spent on car related expenses: gas, insurance, maintenance, purchasing and repurchasing cars, interest paid on car loans… With a good public transportation system, perhaps families could be connected to distant parks and spend a Saturday with a picnic, playing games, telling stories, facing each other on a fun train ride. Commuters could relax on the way to work, reading, listening to podcasts, thinking, instead of sitting in traffic inhaling fumes and getting irate at the morons on cellphones in the fast lane who are oblivious to the world around them.
4) We might live closer to work, have a shorter commute and more time for more important things.
5) We might carpool and develop friendships with our carpool mates.
6) We might finally have the excuse we needed to eliminate some of the unnecessary activities that aren’t really adding to our quality of life.
7) We might walk more, and eventually, our suburbs might become neighborhoods again, where we know each other, talk to one another, and have each other over for tea or lemonade, or even a stiff drink now and then.
8 ) We might stop and rest. Instead of always looking to “upgrade” our home to find something that is bigger, we might decide to stay where we are, trading quality for quantity and take an interest in building communities, loving, nurturing, and taking care of what we have.
9) The neighborhood grocery might return in a shop owned by someone in the community who has an interest in the health of that community.
10) We’ll drive less. Our roads will be quieter and the air will be cleaner.
11) Without our car independence, we might become interdependent on each other to share driving chores (”Sandy can you pick up the kids today? I’ll get them tomorrow”) simplifying our lives.
12) Employers will be more supportive of telecommuting. While we’re working at home, we can throw in a load of laundry and check on the pot roast. We might have more time for home-cooked meals.
13) We won’t have as much disposable income to waste on junk food and fast food, so we’ll get healthier from eating less garbage.
14) We’ll have to use our legs more to get where we’re going, getting more exercise and thereby helping our hearts and brains.
15) Perhaps cities will be designed with more of an eye towards bike paths and bike friendly byways.
16) We’ll start growing our food locally, giving us more nutritious options (the further food is transported the more nutritional value it loses) with less adverse environmental impact.
17) We’ll have less sprawl, so we’ll all live closer together, making a night together with friends less complicated to plan.
Yes, in order to accomplish these things, we’ll have to change our culture and how we think. Many are hard hit right now because they didn’t have room in their budgets for the extra cost of gas, and they have my sympathy. My hope is that the future is brighter, that we will become less dependent on our cars, that we will have more options, that after we adjust, we find that our lives are better and less complicated. Yes, it’s a dream.
Update: I shared part of this list with some friends last night and they suggested that I am on crack and might want to consider rehab. Particularly considering my overly-optimistic point that the current power structure might ever be ousted. I concede it’s a dream, but I hope nonetheless that we begin to embrace some changes that can result in a stronger community-oriented way of life. Alright, alright, I’ll look into rehab.
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July 3, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
For the last couple of weeks, I have been struggling with a crisis that nearly set me on a path to surrendering this url and removing this website. It may sound trivial when I relate why, but it was enough to leave me feeling a spot of despondency.
It was sparked by a conversation with a coworker that started innocently enough in a discussion about a Bill Bryson book, “A Short History of Nearly Everything.” It’s one of my favorite books because it’s well-written and about one of my favorite subjects, science. My coworker who is reading the book isn’t so taken with it. He doesn’t much like science and admits he’s never been good at it. He shared his opinion that evolution is a philosophy, not a study grounded in any concrete provable science. Really not interested in engaging in a debate over the validity of creationism or evolution, I suggested a book that explains evolution, including defining what “theory” means in the context of science. It explains how the scientific method is used for evolution, as well as other sciences, and is consequently continually tested for its validity. Now, here’s the part that bothered me. He replied “No, thank you. “I’m not interested in science.”
The conversation bothered me on many levels. Principally, I’m troubled that someone who I consider otherwise reasonable and intelligent blindingly accepts science from those who are not experts in science though they may be experts in religion. In our modern age of technology and scientific advances, how does someone so easily dismiss the scientific method in only one field of study, but accept it when comes to flying or medicine? How is that someone who isn’t otherwise a conspiracy theorist, is so easily convinced that scientists are in cahoots around the world to hide and ignore all this proof offered by creationists? If you’re going to be a conspiracy theorist, I mean, hello, let’s start with the first B*sh election.
I don’t think there are many areas in which there is one truth, and I don’t think that science has everything figured out, but as far as truth goes, I think science is as close as it gets. As close as it gets, in an ever continuing effort to get closer. This determination to believe in a religious viewpoint, and the ability of an intelligent person to dismiss science as philosophy has set me off course. If people need convincing to acknowledge the truth, what hope is there for solving world peace? There are an infinite number of stories we can create to describe the world around us, but if we can’t agree to acknowledge where truth is truth and philosophy is philosophy, if we’re not willing to admit where we’re delving into the fantastical, if we’re willing to convince ourselves that it’s a blurry line between reality and a colorful story, we’re doomed and my mission is indeed impossible.
How does one reach people like this? Is it possible? It seems not.
There were also other reasons the conversation bothered me. I wondered when science became political or controversial. While my friend felt comfortable expressing his opinion that his religious perspective was the true explanation of our origins, I felt silenced because anything I said would be treading on religious beliefs and consequently, inappropriate for the workplace. Worse, whatever I might say in defense of evolution may potentially hurt my friend, who is obviously very attached to his extremely conservative literalist viewpoint.
The conversation left me feeling in some ways like I lost a friend. I like my colleague personally, as well as professionally. While I don’t think that a solid friendship requires identical beliefs, the bridge between “science is opinion” and “science is at least somewhat factual” is a pretty steep divide. It leaves few topics open for casual conversation, and that leaves few opportunities to bond and develop a real friendship.
I also felt frustrated and disgusted with living in the South. I miss being in an environment where the default is people who are curious and intelligent and accept science. Sometimes I grow weary of the religiosity here, literalist Christian religiosity that is mutually exclusive with valuing any other field of study or religious point of view. I told my husband in frustration that I was done with living here. I was ready to move back to DC where I could be surrounded by smart people for whom science is not just opinion, where education matters, where the second question someone asks after meeting you is “What school did you go to?” not “What church do you go to?” (Then I remembered what I don’t miss about the North — more on that later.) If someone is going to engage me in a debate, I’d much rather it was about something that matters, like how we can address the problems illegal immigration has created and how to make the tragic conditions better in the countries from whence they escaped, or how to end a cycle of violence in places like El Salvador or most of Africa.
Finally, the conversation troubled me because I realized that I wasn’t sure where my own personal line for tolerating differences lie. I tell myself a story that I’m tolerant and open-minded and I often say that I really don’t care what someone believes as long as they keep it out of the public arena, out of legislation and out of the education system. However, the more I thought on the subject, I realized that if I’m honest with myself, I’m not so neutral.
I began asking myself questions trying to clarify my own beliefs, “What if someone believes something fantastic or untrue, but keeps it to himself? Is that okay?” I posed myself multiple scenarios and the one that best answered the question for me was this one, “What if someone is racist, but never expresses the opinion? What if that person behaves just the right way and never reveals his attitudes?”
I don’t want to sound communist or Big Brother, but in fact, it’s not good enough to me. Diverse viewpoints are good when they help us to grow, when they challenge our notions of truth, when they serve to advance us as a society. There are some ideas though that don’t merit further consideration and when there are members of society who embrace them, they collectively hold us back and prevent us from reaching our highest potential. Every time we waste energy debating these topics, it diverts us from solving real problems that require our greatest imagination and full attention. Even if someone never expresses an opinion, the fact that he holds it, even privately, prevents him from fully participating in efforts to advance our society.
I’m bothered that even in writing this post, I worry that I might offend someone, as if we’ve regressed to the 1920s. It’s incomprehensible to me that there are more than two people left in this country outside of some very remote, rural place in Kansas who don’t believe in evolution, that these people are resolutely determined to ignore every fact that science has to offer, stubbornly clinging to a fantastic story so tenaciously that they’re willing to divide our country over the subject, to keep us trapped, moving us away from rather than toward enlightenment, cementing us in the last century.
Our attachment to our beliefs, our refusal to pursue truth with the same vigor with which we pursue religious studies makes the possibility of solving world peace insurmountable and leaves me disheartened. When there is so much work to do, I resent that we squander air time giving more publicity to the frivolous and far-fetched in the interest of being “fair and balanced.” I remember the day years ago when Oprah decided that she would no longer have shows with skinheads or racists. What was the point except to give them undue attention. Perhaps, we too should be more discriminating in how much attention we give to the ignorant, crazy, and politically rancorous. (I include in this category Oprah’s new fascination with the “Laws of Attraction.” As much as I love her, I think she’s lost it.) When there is so much work to do, it saddens me that there are those who aren’t interested in the truth, but are interested in advancing their own agenda at any cost, suggesting uncertainty and debate exists where it doesn’t. We should be especially careful who we trust as authorities and from whom we accept information. The fact that Fox “News” continues to exist probably tells me all I don’t want to know about Americans lack of interest in critical thinking or intelligent dialog. There is enough that divides us already without inventing new causes.
Then with considerable effort, I remind myself about great leaders like Martin Luther King who must have felt the same hopelessness at times, who too must have wondered, “how do you reach these people, how do you change their minds?” Yet, these heroes didn’t give up. It’s a fact that nothing is accomplished by losing hope. We find the answers to the questions that we trouble ourselves to ask again and again using imagination and determination to find solutions. There is so much love in the world. We are as “good” by innate nature as we are “bad.” It is this goodness that we must draw out by giving less voice to those who only sit with their other half, who set out with the express purpose to divide.
So, I don’t have the answers. I may have easy ones about how to solve world peace like “eliminate extremism,” but how to implement it, how to reach those who don’t want to be reached, who don’t want the truth, but want their story, this answer I don’t have. But I will not give up.
At least not yet.
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June 29, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
In case you’re having trouble figuring out how to vote in November, perhaps this can help you.
Enjoy!!
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June 13, 2008 by enchantingsunshine.
I just learned that Tim Russert died of a heart attack today. He was only 58 and just returned from Italy. Italy is supposed to be good for you!
It’s not often that the death of a celebrity feels personal. I was sad when I heard Harvey Corman passed a few weeks ago. I had always loved the Carol Burnett Show. Didn’t we all.
But I felt a special affection for Russert. I loved his style. I loved his persistence. I loved how he wouldn’t let politicians off the hook, held their feet to the fire and didn’t let them skirt an uncomfortable question. I loved his warmth and sincerity. I loved his way of being direct, but always respectful and polite.
What can replace “Meet the Press?” in a world where Fox claims to report news. What sad, sad news.
Update: Here is an interview with Russert from The News Hour. He really was extraordinary.
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