No Ordinary Moments…

I had a rare day where ordinary moments were made extraordinary – and these images in some esoteric, intuitive way describe some of what made it that way. What a beautiful blog. Thank you. http://diesdre.stumbleupon.com/

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Where breath goes when taken away?

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We The Corporations…

Perhaps the Supreme Court decision with the most potential to change the nature of our democracy and the way our country is run is the January 21, 2010 ruling Citizens United v. Federal Election Commission, in which the high court ruled that corporations have the same rights as individuals, and are thus entitled by the U.S. Constitution to exercise unlimited financial influence on elections and other processes of government. This decision moves us dangerously in the direction of becoming an oligarchy. An oligarchy is a form of government in which all power is vested in a few or dominant class.

There is a movement under way to amend the constitution to establish that human beings, not corporations, are persons with constitutional rights. It would also establish that money is not free speech. We must act to guarantee the right to vote and to participate, and to have our vote and participation count. We should act to protect local communities, their economies, and democracies against illegitimate “preemption” actions by global, national, and state governments.

To sign a petition to support such an amendment go to http://movetoamend.org/.

The President’s Speech

As the country appears in danger of a double dip recession with unemployment hovering around 9.1 %, President Obama went before a sharply divided congress to propose a $447 billion dollar plan to get the country’s economic engine humming. The President was at his best as an orator as he forcefully sold his plan as containing ideas that both parties have supported, and demanding that we as American’s rise above the acrimonious debate that has dominated the political landscape for most of his term. Obama is proposing substantive cuts in payroll taxes that fund the U.S. Social Security pension fund – something even Tea Party loyalist will find hard not to support.  The President says that his plan will work without pushing the U.S. further into debt. This is likely to be a point of contention as congress debates the proposal in coming weeks. If congress does not act on the bill, he promised to take it to the people directly.

“This plan is the right thing to do right now,” Obama told legislators on Capitol Hill. “You should pass it. And I intend to take that message to every corner of this country.”

Getting House Republicans on board for any plan he may propose will be difficult at best.  Against such odds, the president framed the proposal as one in which only counterproductive partisan politics would keep the bill from passing .

“The question is whether, in the face of an ongoing national crisis, we can stop the political circus and actually do something to help the economy.”  Barack Obama, U.S. president.

The payroll tax cuts included in Obama’s package account for the lion share of the total jobs plan — about $240 billion of the $447 billion.

In addition, the package also includes:

$105 billion in public works spending, $49 billion to continue unemployment assistance to millions of Americans who are receiving extended benefits, $35 billion in local government aid to avoid layoffs of emergency personnel and teachers, $8 billion to fund a $4,000 tax credit for businesses that hire workers who have been out of work for more than six months.

Obama said the payroll tax cut alone would save an average family making $50,000 a year about $1,500.

White House officials said Obama would formally send The American Jobs Act to Congress next week.

Trusting Too Much Too Luck

Moving to L.A. with my band in my early twenties, we stopped outside Albuquerque for lunch at a greasy spoon Mexican food restaurant. After the meal they brought us fortune cookies. How odd. I was superstitious about fortune cookies and believed that mine was the last one left on the tray. So after everyone else took one, I took mine.

“You have the reckless habit of trusting too much to luck.”

Let me tell you something of what I have learned about that fortune – clearly mine – written on that little slip of paper inside the cookie.

To tell this story, first let me rewind a few years. It was the summer between tenth and eleventh grade. It was hot as dickens. 100 plus temperatures for weeks on end were the norm. But the resiliency of youth makes one somewhat immune to such phenomena.  The resiliency of youth does not make one immune to what consequences one may experience as a result of one’s youthful folly. I don’t mean so much the consequences of each act – but the consequences of established patterns of behavior.  The result can often be the breeding ground for superstition.

For example, when I was about sixteen, I remember being in the car with two friends on the way home from a movie. Someone said “never pass a cop”. We weren’t drinking, speeding or breaking any another law, so why subscribe to something so irrational as “don’t pass a cop.” Well, we did pass the cop. And the cop pulled us over for a broken tail light. It turns out that Carl, who was driving the car, had purchased a decorative Samurai sword earlier that day. It was still in the bag with receipt and price tag. But it was over a certain length, and thus considered a weapon. Carl, who was eighteen, went to jail. Steve and I, still juveniles, were given a ‘complimentary’ ride home by the police. Ergo: never pass a cop.

The consequence, as such, was so minor, as to insure we learned no real lesson. Only that a superstitions was established. “Never pass a cop.” Consider another more dramatic misadventure from my high school years. Again, there were three of us. We were traveling in my friend Steve’s ‘custom van’. The van was one of those hideous icons from the late 70’s with a funky paint job, bubble tinted windows and wall to wall shag carpet. It was the coolest ride of anyone we knew. We decided on a road trip to College Station, Texas for a midnight pep rally. Carl was s freshman there while we were still in eleventh grade. As was our M.O.,  we stocked up with an ice chest full of beer and a big bag of pot. By the time we were passing through Bryan, Texas we all drunk and stoned. I was riding shotgun. When the cherry red lights of the police popped on behind us we were thrust suddenly and unexpectedly into reality. When they opened the sliding side door of the van, Marvin rolled out along with the “chink-a chink clink” of over a case of empty beer bottles. As they walked Steve around the back to a squad car for some intensive questioning, the young police officer took his eye off the ball just long enough for me to reach into Steve’s trumpet case and grab the bag of pot, which I stuck out the window and turned inside out into the dry Texas wind gusting along the highway.

For the next two hours the cops scared the hell out of Steve, threatening to take the van apart down the axle, to call his folks, to lock him up and throw away the key. They knew we had pot because of the reek of the van, as well as our considerably over sized novelty bong. Steve broke easily and told them what they wanted to know. And while Marvin gurgled drunkenly I confidently denied all. I knew there was no pot and that they would never find any. The entire Bryan police force showed up for the search. As it turns out, the consequence for driving drunk and underage with no hard evidence for a possession charge, is that they let you go with scarcely a slap on the wist. I’m sure today it would be a different  story – or if we had been black or defiant. But we were polite, good ole’ boys (at least that was our pretense), so they sent us on our way. They even let us keep our beer!

And so what is the misguided lesson here ? It was the superstition that somehow I was immune from consequence if I simply ‘thought on my feet.’ That luck was on my side. That I could wing it and stay out of trouble because I was smart.  In the wake of the myriad decisions, actions and reactions that dot one’s lifetime, I realize now that all my life I was ‘winging’ it – getting off easy, so to speak. I wish now that I had learned some harder lessons earlier in life. Instead, I always trusted too much to luck and laughed off all the near misses.

Now, I find myself a middle-aged man caught in a check mate of consequences, like unpaid debts that finally catch up to the cavalier spendthrift.

I’ve lost more than I can bear to account for to my careless whims and reckless ‘trusting too much to luck’ ways. Most significantly, I will now lose my life. There is no way out of a terminal illness. I cannot laugh or shrug off advanced stage cancer. It doesn’t leave any wiggle room. Advanced stage cancer cannot negotiated with. It may be slowed with excruciatingly unpleasant treatments that compromise one’s quality of life in every way possible, but it’s featured consequence will not be denied. At an earlier stage, if I had paid attention to the evidence that something was wrong, my cancer could have been arrested.  If only I had seen a doctor when I saw the signs. If only… If only my superstitions had me pay more attention to that fateful fortune cookie rather than illusions of invincibility.

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A man may take to drink because he feels himself to be a failure, and then fail all the more completely because he drinks […] English […] becomes ugly and inaccurate because our thoughts are foolish, but the slovenliness language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.

George Orwell

The Hidden Costs of Ballot Measure J

The debate over competing Hotel Tax Clarification Ballot Measures J and K focus almost entirely on their impact on tourists and the nuances of hotel tax code, while failing to consider how they will affect many of San Francisco’s poorest residents.  The City Controller estimates that both measures will generate approximately 12 million dollars in annual revenue for city coffers (J purportedly raises 38 million annually, but The Controller indicates that the amount will be closer to 12 million after “clarifications”).  It is important, therefore, to evaluate the two measures based on other criteria.

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