tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-328949352024-03-13T23:21:30.113-04:00Scott's TakeMy take on stuffScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.comBlogger2058125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-20260711300508300542012-12-17T17:10:00.001-05:002012-12-17T17:12:44.024-05:00After the Shooting in Connecticut, Jokes About Guns from the Pulpit<style>
<!--
/* Font Definitions */
@font-face
{font-family:"MS 明朝";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">panose</span>-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">charset</span>:128;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-generic-font-family:roman;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-format:other;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-pitch:fixed;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-signature:1 134676480 16 0 131072 0;}
@font-face
{font-family:"<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span> Math";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">panose</span>-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">charset</span>:0;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-generic-font-family:auto;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-pitch:variable;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-signature:-536870145 1107305727 0 0 415 0;}
@font-face
{font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">panose</span>-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">charset</span>:0;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-generic-font-family:auto;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-pitch:variable;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-font-signature:-536870145 1073743103 0 0 415 0;}
/* Style Definitions */
p.<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">MsoNormal</span>, <span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">li</span>.<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">MsoNormal</span>, div.<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">MsoNormal</span>
{<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-style-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">unhide</span>:no;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-style-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">qformat</span>:yes;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-style-parent:"";
margin:0in;
margin-bottom:.0001pt;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">ascii</span>-font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">ascii</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">latin</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>-font-family:"MS 明朝";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">hansi</span>-font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">hansi</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">latin</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>-font-family:"Times New Roman";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>;}
.<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">MsoChpDefault</span>
{<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-style-type:export-only;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-default-props:yes;
font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">ascii</span>-font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">ascii</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">latin</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>-font-family:"MS 明朝";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">fareast</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">hansi</span>-font-family:<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">Cambria</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">hansi</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">latin</span>;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>-font-family:"Times New Roman";
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>-theme-font:minor-<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">bidi</span>;}
@page WordSection1
{size:8.5in 11.0in;
margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-header-margin:.5in;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-footer-margin:.5in;
<span style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;" class="goog-spellcheck-word">mso</span>-paper-source:0;}
div.WordSection1
{page:WordSection1;}
</style> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
A day after the horrific murder of 20 children and six
adults in Newtown, Connecticut, one of America’s most secular of institutions,
NBC’s <i>Saturday Night Live</i>, felt compelled to deviate from business as usual
during its regular broadcast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead of
opening the show with its usual comedy sketch, the “not-ready-for-primetime” TV
show began with a children’s choir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Sweetly singing the Christian hymn, “Silent Night.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The next morning, at my local church, the service began with
three leaders making a gun joke from the Pulpit.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I prefer <i>Saturday Night Live’s</i> approach.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/CTbhVlHuONo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The church was holding a fundraiser after the service where
cookies were being sold.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the
opening announcements, the church lay leader joked about someone using a gun to
keep someone else in the congregation away from the cookies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The joke was picked up by the church board
president and then the Pastor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was
stunned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the pews sat the children,
more of them present than usual for the service because it was to feature the
children’s choir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They listened as the
adult leaders of Christ’s church joked about using guns to keep people from
eating cookies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder what lesson
they took away from that.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>Saturday Night Live</i> got it so right.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My church got it so wrong.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As soon as the joking about guns ended, we began the actual
service with a congregational prayer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It
contained this line:</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Restore our fortunes, O God, that we may show everyone we
meet your power to transform the world.”</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The word “transform” jumped out at me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was hard to tell if anyone else was so affected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We read over those lines, monotone, words
said because they were printed on a piece of paper and we had to say them to
get to the next part of the service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How
could we talk about transforming anything with no passion or no comprehending
of the words – especially with 20 six-and-seven-year-olds lying dead in their
classrooms with their little bodies torn apart by three to 11 bullets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>If there ever was a time for us to feel passionate about needing to transform
the world, to do something, to protect the little ones who Christ called to
Him, it surely was this Sunday.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Instead, the only thing out of the ordinary was the cookie
sale and the joke about guns needed to protect the sweets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, as usual, we droned through the words of
prayer printed in the bulletin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
words we spoke were just words to pass over.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But if the words we say in church are meaningless, why say them?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Indeed, why go to church?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
These questions were urgent ones for me, not only because of
the soul-numbing tragedy in Connecticut but also because I have been trying
hard to give church a second (third, actually) chance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve struggled with my beliefs as an adult,
alternately rejected then re-accepting the Christianity of my childhood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During <a href="http://www.freelancetrekker.com/" target="_blank">my recent 273 mile hike in Vermont</a> I
found myself examining my spirituality and asking myself, “why not just
believe?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So when I moved back home to
rural Southern Illinois to live with my mother for a few months before making my next
move to Seattle, I readily agreed to start going to church with her (and I even
joined the choir to boot).</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But, I realized that Sunday after the killings in Connecticut
that I had set myself up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I walked into
church Sunday morning hoping to find some sort of grounding, some words or
consolation or spiritual guidance that would help my soul deal with such a senseless
act of violence brought upon our nation’s most innocent during the season of
peace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Surely, I thought, if a tawdry,
secular show like Saturday Night Live can comprehend the need to depart from
the norm the House of the Prince of Peace could do the same, if not more.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I was wrong.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the end, though, it’s my fault.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many churches surely got it right on the
Sunday morning after the killings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
words offered in the vigil in Newtown were good words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Calming words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Spiritual words. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are fortunate they were said.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lucky, perhaps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
error was depending upon a human institution to provide spiritual support and
allowing my expectations to grow from that dependence.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Churches are run by fallible human beings and my church’s
leaders failed me that Sunday morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
realized that, while church or religion may help at times to bring me closer to
God, I shouldn’t depend upon them to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A week earlier we discussed the role of religion in Sunday school
class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Religion’s role, I thought, is to
bring us closer to God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But since
religious organizations are run by humans they simply can’t be trusted to fill
that role.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I trusted my church to help
me find God in the aftermath of one of the most horrific events of violence
that has occurred in my lifetime.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
misplaced my hope.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If transformation is to come, it must start within
ourselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We must examine our
individual role in changing the one tiny part of the world we have control
over, which is what lies within our own hearts and the actions we chose to
take.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For that transformation to occur
we each have to find God ourselves and not allow the quest to be diverted by
the distractions of human failure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
church may at times be able to help in that quest – but I will no longer look
to it as the primary source of my spiritual growth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That has to come from God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>With a little assist, perhaps, from <i>Saturday Night Live</i>, whose clip of
Silent Night I’ve played repeatedly as I try to move past the terrible tragedy
in Connecticut and the callous comments about guns that my church’s leaders
felt led to make just two days later.</div>
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-23279322759486888552012-08-27T07:10:00.001-04:002012-10-30T19:59:47.614-04:00Shenandoah Farewell<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4huJZNvI0bfkWhaZE8n6XF3Hv0b01ahl_3mIGRGsrM70A_tXIY5C_He30q8Za1dUYO5Dk7LDfp5iROxRZkr42ovQg0JJdfQwMhzqagDLJVcxZH6G2GZgrkOVngqLucZO9PAn_/s1600/Deer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4huJZNvI0bfkWhaZE8n6XF3Hv0b01ahl_3mIGRGsrM70A_tXIY5C_He30q8Za1dUYO5Dk7LDfp5iROxRZkr42ovQg0JJdfQwMhzqagDLJVcxZH6G2GZgrkOVngqLucZO9PAn_/s320/Deer.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">An SNP deer lets me take this closeup</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
Shenandoah National Park has been my favorite stomping ground since I first moved to the DC area. My ex and I spent our first mountain trip there and walked on its trails for more than two decades. We were often joined by our two dogs, Ranger and Buster, two perfect trail mutts who bounded between us eager to see what was around the next corner. My ex and I would take long day hikes, finishing around 4 p.m. or so, then head back to the cabin or campsite for a beer or two. I preferred to backpack, which we did occasionally, he preferred car camping or staying in one of PATC’s cabins. We rang in the new millennium in 1999 there. We spent the weekend before my Dad’s death there, our last trip in the park together. In between we soaked up its riches and shared countless happy moments. We saw our first bear in the wild there, not to mention countless deer, a copperhead or two and once a rattlesnake. We learned how to set up a tent after you forgot the tent poles at home in those woods.<br />
<br />
That’s why I had to take a final hike there before leaving the DC area. <br />
<br />
I wanted a simple hike, so I parked at Booten’s Gap in Central SNP with the intention of camping at Rock Springs Hut, summiting Hawksbill Mountain (highest point in SNP) either that afternoon or the next morning.<br />
<br />
It turned out to be one of those hikes that brings to mind the trekker’s adage, “don’t quit on a bad day.” I’ve been on numerous solo hikes over the past year as I train for the Long Trail. This was the first time I felt lonely. Or perhaps it wasn’t loneliness so much as the past clinging to me like quicksand, dragging my spirits down into the muck of regret.<br />
<br />
With my spirits flagging, I decided to camp at Big Meadows Campground, preferring the “luxury” of a campground instead of a hut. It was the right decision. A large campfire, the sound of children laughing from the families camped nearby and plentiful deer wandering the grounds relieved my melancholy.<br />
<br />
As I watched my fire I told myself that I am moving past my break-up grief stemming from the loss of two relationships. “It’s over, it’s over,” I told myself, trying to focus on the fact that in the coming week I would be finally leaving D.C. and my life here and, more importantly, starting my Long Trail hike and eventual move to Seattle. Since June my life has been about ending things. I am about to start beginning things.<br />
<br />
Well, almost. <br />
<br />
The next morning I rose at 6:30 and broke camp at 8:30 (truly, if there is one thing I enjoy most, it’s a hot breakfast outdoors). I hiked the rest of the way to Hawksbill, and summited at 10:07. The day was hazy and overcast. Below me stretched the beautiful Shenandoah in the mist. Flanked by Massanutten and Old Rag. Never one to miss an opportunity for sentimentality, I could see my ex and I still tromping over those trails below, Ranger and Buster joyously bounding at our feet. Looking at Old Rag I remembered the many hikes up its slopes he and I led since 1987, sharing the camaraderie that comes from enjoying the fellowship of a beautiful view gained from a day of steep hiking and a rock scramble.<br />
<br />
My heart full of these memories and images, I climbed down from there. <br />
<br />
It became hard to see the trail ahead. Hikers really shouldn’t cry.<br />
<br />
<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yVCrw52v2kjuczJJMl8YomrTg01Y0MmvaxOOcRWRU6cRNgLE1CY0qtsfYYuO2KyH0cEo3q2Xa_d63GRnWIjHhLDE6U3UgydWm1ZQJYdZEHlFxeauaf950zEawM9JbblX3tEE/s1600/old+rag+view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yVCrw52v2kjuczJJMl8YomrTg01Y0MmvaxOOcRWRU6cRNgLE1CY0qtsfYYuO2KyH0cEo3q2Xa_d63GRnWIjHhLDE6U3UgydWm1ZQJYdZEHlFxeauaf950zEawM9JbblX3tEE/s320/old+rag+view.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View of Old Rag from Hawksbill summit</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
<br />
Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-49668794616776916402012-08-20T08:54:00.002-04:002012-08-20T08:54:56.562-04:00Simpler DaysThe GOP is longing for simpler days when "I am not a Witch" was the defining statement of <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-fix/wp/2012/08/19/todd-akin-gop-senate-candidate-legitimate-rape-rarely-causes-pregnancy/?hpid=z3" target="_blank">right-wing crazy.</a><br />
<br />
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-30063942263385882502012-08-19T20:43:00.002-04:002012-08-19T20:44:03.629-04:00Walking MemoriesMy hike is a month away, but I am already walking. In a sense
walking from my old life into an unknown new one. And quite literally
walking everywhere around this town I've called home for most of the
last 25 years -- Washington, D.C.<br />
<br />
<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0hctbRfv8_ENpXvwxqlnqL6NCo_UmunEt_2u6BkTo0oyCjjEo09Xliz_5oiWbsKsC_UOBe1ZtImAhwJygrMi37l7OBKaRri2cVMMnlEq8Ugy13lNix-Lt_Vu7vaWulrHyA2K/s1600/sunset1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0hctbRfv8_ENpXvwxqlnqL6NCo_UmunEt_2u6BkTo0oyCjjEo09Xliz_5oiWbsKsC_UOBe1ZtImAhwJygrMi37l7OBKaRri2cVMMnlEq8Ugy13lNix-Lt_Vu7vaWulrHyA2K/s320/sunset1.jpg" width="239" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sunset over the Potomac River, from the Potomac Heritage Trail</td></tr>
</tbody></table>
I've always walked a lot. D.C.
is a good city to walk in, with ample paths, great scenery and traffic
and parking logistics that make driving a real nightmare . I bike here
a lot, too. When I worked in an office I biked to work. Now that I'm
preparing for my hike I take every opportunity to walk. I go out of my
way to walk. I have a doctor's appointment 10 miles from my home
tomorrow. I will walk back.<br />
<br />
All
this walking gives me plenty of time to reflect on my time here.
Memories good and bad follow me everywhere. My past echoes with each
footfall. I have a connection to that building, that street, that
business. Some memories are so distant I feel connected in fact only. I
know this place was part of my history I thought yesterday, standing in
front of the home my ex-partner lived in when I met him. But I have no
feel for that place anymore. Like a date inscribed on a tombstone it's
just a cold memory scratched in my brain.<br />
<br />
Other places are
warmer, recent, familiar. They still pull me in. Some evoke smiles and
laughter. Yet there's still the sad sense of finality. This part of
my life -- the life I have known the longest -- is coming to an end.
The new part is not here yet and I feel caught between two worlds. The
old one passing and the new one not yet beginning. Walking among shades
of the past, I am a ghost among ghosts.<br />
<br />
And all the while I keep walking. Because walking is what I do now.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-86020688980882544932012-08-18T08:24:00.000-04:002012-08-18T08:25:33.947-04:00Your Children and Chick-fil-AA friend from high school just posted this on her Facebook page. It reminded me of what is most upsetting to me about the recent Chick-fil-A controversy.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnTicetokQT4X2sMc09G6q28HBOaO0jLqpXrD8z5t_dFA8wk4TlqYkq-lkYzqjG95-P3Xqk4EbiJ3mXf_dk37dcHOWO6_MXtCHm5TJQoNWqBzRc6EZweonAMAgGxDa_4zYIlp/s1600/chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLnTicetokQT4X2sMc09G6q28HBOaO0jLqpXrD8z5t_dFA8wk4TlqYkq-lkYzqjG95-P3Xqk4EbiJ3mXf_dk37dcHOWO6_MXtCHm5TJQoNWqBzRc6EZweonAMAgGxDa_4zYIlp/s320/chicken.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
The glee with which so many laughingly and light-heartedly defended the right of someone to say hurtful if not hateful things about gay people and pursue policies that will continue to deny their equal rights.<br />
<br />
The right to say such things is not in question. The joy and mirth that so many expressed in defending that right is. They seem to have forgotten that their joyful anti-gay messages will be heard by small ears. <br />
<br />
"Careful the things you say, children will listen."<br />
<br />
Lost in all of this are the children growing up gay but too scared (some for their lives) to talk to their parents or loved ones. They fear they will be cast out (because they see their loved ones doing it in the things they say and in the politicians and policies they support). These kids will have no where to turn. And so these kids will hide. They will withdraw. They may turn to drugs and alcohol for relief from the crushing loneliness and rejection. All too many will see suicide as their only option in a world where loved ones mock other people who are just like them.<br />
<br />
After all, what future is there in a world where your dreams for a relationship full of love and companionship are demonized and rejected?<br />
<br />
I hope that all those people standing in line to support anti-gay free speech at Chick-fil-A and posting "funny" cartoons about it like this one do not have any gay children or grandchildren. Sadly, I know they do.<br />
<br />
More sadly, those kids are watching.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Gey1PtXYwLI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-67200546851948287512012-08-15T09:12:00.001-04:002012-08-15T09:29:02.561-04:00Love Never Dies**SPOILERS**<br />
<br />
Not sure if the spoiler alert is needed, since I'm uncertain that anyone really cares about Andrew Lloyd Webber's sequel to the <i>Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies</i>.<br />
<br />
Count me among the uncaring. At least, until I caught the performance on PBS the other night.<br />
<br />
The idea of a <i>Phantom</i> sequel seemed to me unwarranted and desperate. Hackneyed. Why not an <i>Evita</i> sequel? (I try to imagine some of the songs: "Don't Rot for Me, Argentina," "Eva, Beware of the Cemetery," "High-Flying, Embalmed").<br />
<br />
And then I found myself actually liking parts of it -- mostly some of the music. Especially the Phantom's big number, "Till I Hear You Sing." Admittedly it's overwrought, melodramatic Webber. But, in my recent state of mind after my last break-up, it works for me (and my recent ex-boyfriend frequently sang to me, albeit without a mask).<br />
<br />
I would have to agree with some of the criticism of the show though. The plot seems contrived and the characters not really believable. In the story, 10 years after the disaster at the Paris Opera House, Raoul and Christine (and their son, Gustave, who is (hint-hint) 10 years old) reunite at Coney Island with the Phantom and Meg and Madame Giry. We learn that the Phantom is actually Gustave's father and then Meg, in a jealous fit, accidentally shoots and kills Christine. And you just don't really care. Too bad Meg didn't shoot that sap Raoul as well, I never liked him. I mean, really, using your girlfriend as bait for a deranged murderer (in the first show)? Betting your relationship in a drunken wager with the Phantom (in the current show)?<br />
<br />
If only, at the end, the Phantom had looked at Gustave and said, "Join me, and together we will rule the galaxy as father and son!" Oh, but I guess that's another show.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HHgABcLtqNE" target="_blank"></a><br />
<br />
Still, I liked the song. What can I say?<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/HHgABcLtqNE?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-40968499966588015712012-08-09T20:04:00.001-04:002012-08-10T09:12:21.806-04:00Take a Hike<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodwSPgs7ACkMjVqBB6Dm2K9X7mAPBlgp7AAwjp1oY-flj5T4DA-iACFYEY5DJbeNBf3hWT2H1BZRcyPf1c2JGkHK8Jxsqr0NiU-kuQwThjYemu_jYxHOqW9ssSdSQi6oFhaIn/s1600/prince_william_hike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjodwSPgs7ACkMjVqBB6Dm2K9X7mAPBlgp7AAwjp1oY-flj5T4DA-iACFYEY5DJbeNBf3hWT2H1BZRcyPf1c2JGkHK8Jxsqr0NiU-kuQwThjYemu_jYxHOqW9ssSdSQi6oFhaIn/s320/prince_william_hike.jpg" width="240" /></a><i>“After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? <br /><br />“Nature remains.”</i><br />
<br />
-- Walt Whitman<br />
<br />
I need to take a walk. Have an adventure. Spend some time in the woods.<br />
<br />
Seattle is in my future, as I’ve <a href="http://scottstake.blogspot.com/2012/07/to-sail-beyond-sunset.html" target="_blank">detailed here previously</a>. Until then, I’ve made a few other plans. The focal point of those plans is a hike on <a href="http://www.greenmountainclub.org/page.php?id=2" target="_blank">Vermont’s Long Trail</a>, a 270-walk in the wilderness:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Built by the Green Mountain Club between 1910 and 1930, the Long Trail is the oldest long-distance trail in the United States. The Long Trail follows the main ridge of the Green Mountains from the Massachusetts-Vermont line to the Canadian border as it crosses Vermont's highest peaks. It was the inspiration for the Appalachian Trail, which coincides with it for one hundred miles in the southern third of the state.</blockquote>
<br />
I take this journey for various reasons. The main reason is recovery. After going through what has seemed a prolonged period of loss, which includes the death of my father, the end of a 24-year relationship, the bitter breakup of a new relationship and the loss of my job, I want some fresh air. I need a re-start.<br />
<br />
I go into the woods somewhat battered, but not yet beaten. I seek a better path and a stronger stride. <br />
<br />
My goals for the hike include:<br />
<br />
<ul>
<li>Re-evaluate my life and my career</li>
<li>Take time to discover/reconnect with the spiritual aspect of life that I have neglected for so long</li>
<li>Find the strength to overcome physical and mental challenges</li>
<li>Experience living in nature</li>
</ul>
<br />
And, finally:<br />
<br />
Simply have an adventure – life is short, why postpone dreams until retirement? That old <i>diem</i> needs to be <i>carped</i> before the <i>tempus</i> goes <i>fugit.</i><br />
<br />
After the hike I hope I find myself connected to new goals; more centered spiritually, more patient, self reliant and better able to accept conditions beyond my control. I want to be a better outdoors-man. I hope to simply be a better man.<br />
<br />
I have more things to say about some of these goals as well as how I’m training for the trail, my hopes, my fears and, of course, my equipment. I plan to start a blog devoted to the hike and hope to post updates when I can. My hike will start in mid-September and I’ll be starting the new blog soon.<br />
<br />
But for now, suffice it to say: I’m going. <br />
<br />
<i>“ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, <br />So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, <br />Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, <br />But stretched away unto the edge of doom. <br /><br /> “I should not be withheld but that some day <br />Into their vastness I should steal away, <br />Fearless of ever finding open land, <br />Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.”</i><br />
<br />
-- Robert FrostScotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-12642328740345817582012-08-09T18:53:00.001-04:002012-08-09T18:54:22.447-04:00Health InsuranceI had to talk to a doctor at Blue Cross and Blue Shield of Illinois about my medical history as part of my application process. After 45 minutes on the phone:<br />
<br />
Dr.: "Have you ever had thoughts of suicide or harming yourself?"<br />
<br />
Me: "Not until this phone call."<br />
<br />
I guess they didn't think that was funny. I was denied.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-80509731446573015582012-07-26T08:53:00.000-04:002012-07-26T08:53:04.492-04:00A Question for my Republican FriendsWhy do you support candidates and a party that supports this discrimination? I know many Republicans who seem to have zero personal issues with gays and who have been personally supportive of my relationships; yet they give their votes and dollars to a political party that fights to deprive us of equality. I am forced to conclude that they have made a calculation that the equality of their gay friends is less important to them than other issues. Imagine if the shoe were on the other foot. I can't imagine any of my straight friends remaining friends with me if I supported others who worked to to deny them equal rights and who devalued their relationships.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPk_wrzncNVbzSH0xnpV2Xa-HuLxHJuWKoHAX01SIgXDTjsz_JB40oNSb7uNaLlhkzL6sDoExqh9NPsJv61D9YsiEKPrFbWIUx5hBqSRtBfNjxFeyQu1MuccVaSEW4c-nbjDCa/s1600/sally_ride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="206" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPk_wrzncNVbzSH0xnpV2Xa-HuLxHJuWKoHAX01SIgXDTjsz_JB40oNSb7uNaLlhkzL6sDoExqh9NPsJv61D9YsiEKPrFbWIUx5hBqSRtBfNjxFeyQu1MuccVaSEW4c-nbjDCa/s320/sally_ride.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-72666178981816456582012-07-24T16:15:00.003-04:002012-07-24T16:15:47.822-04:00Common Phrases in Dating through the Years1970s: "What's your sign?"<br />
1980s: "How much do you make?"<br />
1990s: "Can I message you?"<br />
2000s "Sup?"Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-82979519778934504492012-07-23T16:19:00.001-04:002012-07-23T16:22:01.565-04:00Washington Post Muddles Story on Gray Campaign and Public Housing ListThe <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/local/dc-politics/mayor-grays-2010-campaign-had-database-of-public-housing-residents/2012/07/22/gJQAiumA3W_story.html" target="_blank"><i>Washington Post </i></a>broke a story yesterday that the campaign of Mayor Vince Gray had a database containing the names and address of residents of DC public housing:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
The database, part of a cache of documents The Washington Post obtained from former campaign workers, includes residents’ names, addresses and telephone numbers. One of the documents designated “team captains” responsible for reaching out to tenants in specific housing complexes.</blockquote>
<br />
Oooh! Team Captains. Shame.<br />
<br />
I'm not saying the Gray campaign is innocent of any the skullduggery it's being accused of lately. But this story, written by Nikita Stewart and Mike DeBonis is sloppily written in a way that makes it sound like a common campaign practice of keeping lists of people that you plan to contact is in and of itself sleazy. Why, they not only have list (excuse me, "database"), they actually have people ("team captains!") who actually go and talk with them. Don't you realize that sort of thing could get more people involved in the political process.<br />
<br />
Okay, so, DeBonis' article does say that the information "appears to be an unauthorized use of private government information." But the vague way it is written leaves open the possibility that the Gray campaign obtained the data through <i>legitimate </i>means and the piece reads more like insinuation against a legitimate campaign practice and less a piece of good journalism. Campaigns buy data all the time. There are multiple businesses here in Washington (and elsewhere) whose sole purpose is to sell it to them. Even if the data of "public housing residents" wasn't a list available commercially, I could create one by matching a list of DC residents against a list of addresses of DC public housing apartment complexes.<br />
<br />
This point is so muddled by the original article that DuBonis has to go into the comments posted below the article and clarify:<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
The list, to the best we have been able to determine, appears to have been generated internally at the Housing Authority. It included names, addresses and phone numbers for residents, as well as the names of the associated public housing complexes. Both DCHA and Gray campaign officials, during the several weeks of reporting that went into this story, were given the opportunity to explain how the information was obtained or could have been obtained through legitimate means. Neither party did so. </blockquote>
<br />
If the Gray campaign somehow obtained the list directly from the DC Housing Authority that is a horse of a different color. Why DeBonis and his editors found it necessary to omit this specific information in the body of the article isn't clear. By painting with such a broad brush they tarnish what is a perfectly acceptable (and laudable) campaign practice -- reaching out directly to the voters.<br />
<br />
And that requires a database. Not to mention "Team Captains."Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-2604887093287229242012-07-20T17:24:00.001-04:002012-07-20T17:24:57.053-04:00For Aurora<br />Here is a recording (audio only) of Frank Ticheli's American Elegy. It was composed to honor the victims and survivors of the Columbine Colorado shooting. It seems appropriate today. From the program note:<br />
<br />
An American Elegy by Frank Ticheli is, above all, an expression of hope. It was composed in memory of those who lost their lives at Columbine High School on April 20, 1999, and to honor the survivors. It is offered as a tribute to their great strength and courage in the face of a terrible tragedy. Frank Ticheli hopes the work can also serve as one reminder of how fragile and precious life is and how intimately connected we all are as human beings.<br />
<br />
Its a gorgeous piece, worth the time, especially today.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/YIIKdBYfmlo?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<br />Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-5660315680883452002012-07-19T15:30:00.000-04:002012-07-20T08:57:06.272-04:00Zoo the Day“I’m bored.”<br />
<br />
My seven-year-old son spoke the words every parent of a young child dreads. And while they may have sounded like a mere statement, it’s really a command: “Entertain me. Now!” And a complaint: that “entertainment” you gave me to do already? Lame!<br />
<br />
Wanting to be a good Dad and not merely sit my son in front of the TV for another episode of SpongeBob Squarepants (“the adventures of a relentlessly optimistic sponge who lives under the sea” according to the TV guide – really if I had come up with that concept look where I’d be now. Although I suspect the best I could do would be the adventures of a manic-depressive spatula who lives under the sink). <br />
<br />
Wanting to meet his boredom head on, I decided to do something active that didn’t involve toggle switches and waving white hand-held devices at the TV screen.<br />
<br />
I decided to take him to the <a href="http://nationalzoo.si.edu/" target="_blank">National Zoo</a>.<br />
<br />
Perfect! Kids love the zoo! I could picture it: we’d have an ideal father-son day, bonding over our fascination for the animals before heading home, possessing new life-long memories to cherish.<br />
<br />
One challenge: we would have to get there.<br />
<br />
In theory you’re taking the kids somewhere they want to go and where they will have fun. But they will make your life a miserable hell every step of the way while getting there.<br />
<br />
Whoever said the point wasn’t the destination but the journey never travelled with a seven-year-old.<br />
<br />
It’s not so much the physical journey. It’s the psychological warfare along the way.<br />
<br />
As a Dad without a car, this makes getting from Point A to Point B a constant battle. Even when Point A is a smallish apartment and Point B is a place filled with lions and tigers and bears. <br />
<br />
Oh, sigh.<br />
<br />
Although claiming to be bored to tears, he didn’t want to budge. So I used the best motivational technique I could pull out of my father-of-the-year bag of tricks. I bribed him. I promised him ice cream.<br />
<br />
So off we went on our quest. Me looking forward to seeing furry critters and son looking forward to frozen cuisine.<br />
<br />
But first we had to get there. The National Zoo is a mere five miles from my apartment, by Metro – D.C.’s subway system –just nine stops. The Metro station is a two block walk from my front door. Yet for all the protesting you could have thought I asked him to walk the 2,175 mile Appalachian Trail with 70 pounds strapped onto his back in winter through five feet of snow.<br />
<br />
And he didn’t endure the trip in silence. The whole time I endured a steady barrage of withering complaints thinly disguised as questions. Why do we have to take the Metro? How long do we have to wait? Is it always this slow (admittedly these are questions Washington commuters ask everyday). Why do we have to change trains? How come this is not our train? How far do we have to walk? Can’t we take a bus?<br />
<br />
But the most frustrating is the game of slinky. I ask him to walk with me. He does, for a few seconds, then falls behind. I ask him to keep up. And this repeats. I try walking slower, to let him set the pace. He simply slows until we come to a dead stop. And then he gets impatient with me. “Go on!” he says, like I’m the one holding things up.<br />
<br />
Eventually we reach the zoo. I resist the temptation to kiss the ground. Finally, let the fun begin! First, buy him the promised hot dog and ice cream. How hard could that be? The answer: hard, of course.<br />
<br />
The next challenges began when I realized I didn’t have much cash on hand. No problem, I knew the zoo had an ATM.<br />
<br />
It was broken.<br />
<br />
No problem, the cafes take credit cards.<br />
<br />
Except, as I soon learned, the ones that do don’t have ice cream or hamburgers or hot dogs on the menu. Those items you have to buy from one of the cart vendors. Who only take cash.<br />
<br />
Really, National Zoo, do you have to make it so hard for a Dad to buy his son a simple hot dog lunch with ice cream? It doesn’t need to be as difficult at breeding pandas.<br />
<br />
A helpful zoo lady told me I could walk out of the zoo and go to a nearby 7-11 which had an ATM. But leaving the Zoo after just enduring the Bataan Death March to get there wasn’t happening.<br />
<br />
I did manage to scrape up some loose change and a few stray dollars to buy one hot dog which the kid declared awful and wouldn’t finish. Meanwhile a swarm of bees attacked his Sprite ruining what little chance of having a fun lunch remained. <br />
<br />
By this time it was around 1 p.m. We hadn’t seen any animals yet (having spent most of our time getting there and trying to figure out how to buy a hot dog and ice cream) and I learned that the zoo was closing at 2 p.m. for a special event (“Brew at the Zoo,” where the zoo is selling beer to help pay for all the exhibits that aren’t open). <br />
<br />
The day might have been lost but for the lions. Oh, the lions. I love the big cats at the National Zoo. There is something about the combination of their grace and power that I find captivating. I’m off to the big cat compound each time I visit like a mouse to cheese. <br />
<br />
And thankfully the cats didn’t disappoint this time. The lions were out, getting fed and feeling feisty. They fought over the raw meat and bones of what I hope was a leg of beef and not the remains whiny tourists who complained about having to pay cash for crappy hot dogs. <br />
<br />
The cats were the extent of our safari, though (unless you count the bees). No interest in the pandas. And the petting Zoo was closing. So, ice cream-less we left. Thankfully I was able to make good (kind of) on my promise as there is a Fro Yo place across the street from the zoo. And they take credit cards. And we at least got to see bears – the gummy bears he put on top of his cup of yogurt.<br />
<br />
Finally, we returned home. Getting there was easier, either from his being full or worn out from the morning battle.<br />
<br />
Once home he happily began playing Legos.<br />
<br />
“Dad?” he soon asked me.<br />
<br />
“Yes?” I answered, thinking he would reward my efforts of the day with a nice comment like saying what a great time he had, or by thanking me for the hard-earned frozen yogurt.<br />
<br />
“Dad,” he said. “I’m bored!”Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-87867098674078665472012-07-10T07:46:00.002-04:002012-07-12T18:54:17.346-04:00To Sail Beyond the Sunset<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnV3ckACCWPwZMju45ibMV4AruV-CZVchDMtHz0XG6s6x0Eo2QC_lTXdEKmlUJuErjtB689nOwvbVA9JMyWD4cmrDlv6i_FxIbvMqBU-xySHhpCboZ8vbwYYsPkm-dsdeSLGpd/s1600/sunset+at+sea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnV3ckACCWPwZMju45ibMV4AruV-CZVchDMtHz0XG6s6x0Eo2QC_lTXdEKmlUJuErjtB689nOwvbVA9JMyWD4cmrDlv6i_FxIbvMqBU-xySHhpCboZ8vbwYYsPkm-dsdeSLGpd/s320/sunset+at+sea.jpg" width="320" /></a>“For my purpose holds <br />
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths <br />
Of all the western stars, until I die.”<br />
<br />
In the past year plus change, I’ve lost my father, ended a 24-year relationship, lost my job, endured a confounding series of medical issues with my eyes that has threatened my vision, and went through a nasty breakup with a new boyfriend.<br />
<br />
There are a lot of items on the positive side of the ledger, but if I’ve ever endured more loss within such a short time span before in my life I’ve forgotten it.<br />
<br />
Funny thing about loss. It tears open holes, but it can also lead to new frontiers.<br />
<br />
Today I set sail on board the cruise ship <i>Freedom of the Seas</i>. I am in the company with my son, my mother, my sister and her family. I can’t think of a better way to recover and reset.<br />
<br />
I’ve put together some new plans that include moving to Seattle in the New Year where my son and his moms live, to start a new career there. Both the promises and challenges of the new beginning excite and scare me. <br />
<br />
But the scariest journey is within. For the first time in my life I am truly alone. That indeed is a new frontier.<br />
<br />
And so, I embark. Here at the mid-point of my life I leave familiar, comfortable shores for the unknown. I hope, as Tennyson says, “some work of noble note may yet be done.” <br />
<br />
Middle-aged I may be, but I am not without hope that somewhere out there is a better world and that I can gain a foothold on its fairer shores.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-35573646205031989452012-06-28T06:58:00.001-04:002012-10-30T17:39:11.710-04:00The Boy on the MetroThe first thing I noticed about the boy on the Metro was his insistence on saying "hi" to other riders. "Sir! Sir! Sir!" he would say until the passerby snapped out of his personal fog to notice. <br />
<br />
The boy (young man, really) was wearing a Washington Nationals polo shirt. A passenger who sat next to him asked (after being enticed to say "hi" back) if he worked for the team. The boy said he did as he asked the man to untangle his ear phone cord from his mp3 player. The boy appeared mentally challenged, although I'm not sure that's the right term anymore. He began rocking back and forth in his seat. But the most persistent thing about him was the way he would demand a greeting from riders walking by when they got on the train.<br />
<br />
At first this was odd. But less odd as I watched. Soon, it was the way in which everyone walking by worked so hard at ignoring the boy that seemed the strange thing. As if saying a simple "hello" would violate their carefully guarded fortress of privacy.<br />
<br />
I work hard to guard my own personal space. It's a matter of self-preservation in a city that bombards you with constant loud and annoying grabs for attention. I can't (or won't) stop to give every homeless person my loose change, listen to every sidewalk appeal to save the planet or focus on frequent Metro announcements that the trains aren't working again or that we should ask people if "that's your bag." Usually I'm shielded in a tightly-wound cocoon of my own anxieties designed to keep my worries in and other people out.<br />
<br />
Like a friendly young man who just wants to offer a hello.<br />
<br />
I'll continue to keep my shields up against the multitude who demand my attention because they want something from me. But the boy on the Metro taught me that I need to make an exception for those who only want to offer a little dash of friendliness to my day. Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-47519245739470080102011-12-17T07:56:00.008-05:002011-12-17T08:44:03.549-05:00The Closet Corrupts, AbsolutelyA Republican Mayor in Mississippi is the latest GOP anti-gay politician to get caught being gay himself. While preaching his family values he was apparently using public funds to buy gay porn in Canada.<br /><br />The typical reaction of many in the gay community is to want to see him burn with the maximum amount of scorn and laughter heaped on his hypocritical head. Witness some of the comments on this <a href="http://joemygod.blogspot.com/2011/12/lesson-if-youre-closeted-gop-mayor-dont.html">Joe.My.God post.</a><br /><br />I understand the emotion to pillory the guy. I just can't take part in the lynching. As despicable as his behavior seems to be, he too, is a victim.<br /><br />This doesn't mean that I approve or justify the actions of those public officials in the closet who take anti-gay positions (or make anti-gay jokes, or tease, humiliate or even beat up gays when in school as part of their closet smokescreen - it's all part of the same pattern). It's wrong, it's hurtful, it's hypocritical, and on and on. I can condemn these behaviors but I can't bring myself to hate or gleefully mock those found cowering inside the closet. Instead, it's more productive to turn my scorn and anger toward the homophobia and hate that makes the closet seem necessary in the first place.<br /><br />Let's remember what happens in the closet. The closet isn't a passive place where you go to hide and merely wait, a harbor protecting you while you lie calmly at anchor as the storm rages around you. No, the closet forces you to lie and deceive willfully and at times aggressively, to those closest to you and oftentimes to yourself. It is not a place where one finds courage or virtue. It's also a place that many (most?) of us who are gay, at least my generation and older, have chosen to reside for a time. It's a loathsome place, but memories of my time in the closet makes it difficult for me to loathe those still languishing within its narrow confines. The closet creates many victims and a pattern of self-destructive personal behavior that, if carried too far in life, will catch up with you. The Mayor is the latest example. Recent public life is full of other examples of smoldering wrecked public reputations.<br /><br />I don't believe any one should hide in the closet. Coming out is the firmer moral choice and I have great respect for any gay man or woman who has done so, especially at the risk of losing the love and esteem of family, friends and colleagues. But having faced that choice myself and blinked I can understand it when someone else does. Count me opposed to any public official (closeted gay or not) who takes anti-gay actions. Just don't expect me to cheer when the closet finally crushes the unfortunate who sought its illusory safety in world still full of callous homophobia.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-43011383719043671912011-11-28T06:01:00.003-05:002011-11-28T06:17:43.670-05:00Time to Say Goodbye?Dying from cancer gives you time to say goodbye. <br /><br />I've heard this said, and it's true that my Dad's death from cancer was no surprise. Like a well=predicted hurricane we knew it was coming and knew it would sweep him away.<br /><br />But during my Dad's illness we weren't saying goodbye. We were too busy fighting. <br /><br />I don't know what it is like for other cancer patients. For us, there was always hope that each day might be a good one, that there might be some sign that Dad would get a little longer, that he might make it to his 50th wedding anniversary with Mom. When it became clear that wouldn't happen, each day we hoped for a sign he would make it to the family vacation we moved up to make sure he would be able to go. And then it became clear he would be too sick to travel. But with each setback and dashed hope came another one, another milestone we hoped to reach. Perhaps we were foolish but I think hope is the last thing to go.<br /><br />And so each day became a battle, against the pain, against the despair, against the gathering weakness. It became harder and harder for him to eat and so we fought for every calorie. When pain and fatigue seemed to be all that was left we fought for even fleeting moments of connection, conversation, closeness.<br /><br />Even the last time I saw him conscious and I knew it was probably the final goodbye, I couldn't see it that way -- I still thought there was more time, however little time that might be. I was wrong. Dad's last words to me in the kitchen that morning I left three weeks before he died were the last words he would say to me in person. <br /><br />But even then I refused to see it that way. As much time -- two years -- as we had to "get ready," death was still a shock, a crushing finality that can't be understood in the abstract. It's the actual absence that makes "goodbye" a reality.<br /><br />No matter how one loses a loved one, whether from sudden death or lingering illness, it's the time we have together and hat we do with life that matters. No one is ready for that final "goodbye."Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-72365201565274793452011-11-18T11:50:00.003-05:002011-11-18T11:56:21.832-05:00Need a Good Sammaritan? Only the Non-Accented Need ApplyA pilot gets himself stuck in the lavatory midflight and a passenger "with a thick foreign accent" comes to his aid by (at the stuck Captain's request) alerting the rest of the <a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/8898322/Terror-scare-as-pilot-locks-himself-in-toilet-of-New-York-flight.html">cockpit crew.</a><br /><br />Hilarity -- and F-16 Fighter Jets -- ensue as the crew suspects a terror plot.<br /><br />Enjoy the Friendly Skies this upcoming Thanksgiving Season.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-26095601729092292042011-11-18T11:43:00.003-05:002011-11-18T11:46:51.833-05:00Gay Republican Official Comes Out in TexasAnd apparently he's lost the support of at least one endorser who's worried about <a href="http://www.gaypolitics.com/2011/11/18/republican-state-official-comes-out-in-texas/">gay cooties.</a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-58617925254329387212011-11-03T23:13:00.005-04:002011-11-03T23:30:11.245-04:00More CainSeveral commentators and bloggers, notably <a href="http://andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com/2011/11/yglesias.html">this one</a>, are making the argument that the women accusing Cain should be allowed to speak so we will <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> if Cain is guilty.<br /><br />Really, even if the women come forward how will we <span style="font-style: italic;">know?</span> Ultimately isn't it Cain's word against one other persons? While mounting reports certainly make Cain look like he's less than innocent, unless there are pictures or videos or incontrovertible eyewitnesses who saw more than Cain and a female employee leaving an event together, what are we left with except two people with two differing accounts of events 15 years old? Accounts that are being told in the glare and circus of presidential campaign?<br /><br />Look -- I'm not trying to defend Cain here. Sexual harassment is serious stuff. I just doubt the public's ability to make a factually grounded determination of guilt or innocence based on what we know and what we might know if the NRA lifts the so-called gag order. Determining what really happened will certainly be much harder than those who so breezily assume that all we have to do is lift the gag order and then we will instantly know exactly what happened between Cain and his accusers. Maybe we will. More likely we won't.<br /><br />Besides, we don't need to know if Cain is guilty to determine whether or not he is fit to be President. We already know that.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-51906217993948925112011-11-02T09:53:00.001-04:002011-11-02T09:54:22.960-04:00In God We TrustBecause we sure as hell can't trust <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/politics/in-god-we-trust-house-re-affirms-national-motto--yet-again/2011/11/02/gIQAiZRWfM_story.html?hpid=z3">Congress.</a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-23642524427519830172011-11-01T17:45:00.006-04:002011-11-01T20:47:29.838-04:00Politico Should Report the Facts on Cain but isn't AbleI often get the impression the political media is mostly an echo chamber that reports on what it tells itself. It will break a story and then create a narrative for the story to maximize conflict and drama independent of what's really happening.<br /><br />A story in Politico on the <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1111/67307.html">Herman Cain </a>scandal is a case-in-point.<br /><br />Let's take a look at some of the statements in today's story, <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1111/67307.html">"Herman Cain's Sexual Misconduct Allegations: Damage Control Marked By Inconsistencies." </a><br /><br />From the lede:<br /><br />"Herman Cain's presidential campaign enters Tuesday facing a full-blown political crisis."<br /><br />Full blown? How? He's pulling out of primaries? Donors are jumping ship? Staff are quitting in droves and issuing news releases? Mark Block announces it's a bad week for him to quit sniffing glue? Are we reporting here or editorializing? Politico may think it's a "full-blown" political crisis -- but are any outside the media saying this? If so, report that. But don't make it up.<br /><br />"Cain and his spokesperson have offered a shifting and inconclusive series of responses."<br /><br />Note the plural. Later, the article says "But by the end of the day, Cain reversed himself on many of the essential facts of the case." <br /><br />It's true, Cain did initially say he wasn't aware of a settlement and then later reversed himself. While this is not a minor flip-flop, it is one. Not "many." If there's more than that, the Politico story didn't report it. It just stated it without evidence.<br /><br />I'm not saying Cain has done a great job managing this media crisis (and that's where the crisis seems to be isolated now, in the media). But this <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1111/67307.html">Politico story </a>does a lousy job reporting it, by not citing facts or third-party sources to back up its hyperbole.<br /><br />It also would have been helpful had Politico bothered to report what HR experts and employment attorneys have to say about how business handles allegations of sexual harassment, where "settlements" don't automatically mean a determination of guilt. But I don't think comprehensive coverage was Politico's goal here. <br /><br />And finally my favorite part of the story:<br /><br />"Republican super strategist Karl Rove..."<br /><br />Super Strategist? What? Faster than a speeding pundit? More powerful than a local elected official? Able to leap tall bromides in a single soundbite?<br /><br />Just another day of creative writing at Politico.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-92050615010078397292011-11-01T16:51:00.001-04:002011-11-01T16:53:05.975-04:00Why are they Burning the Gays?First Scotland, now <a href="http://www.dallasvoice.com/paris-attack-1093329.html">Texas.</a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-83594464175050044982011-11-01T09:36:00.004-04:002011-11-01T09:44:40.751-04:00We like Michelle Better than Barack. Why is This News?So, <a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/1111/67326.html">Michelle Obama is more popular than the president.</a> And her favorables are higher among Democrats than Republicans. This is news, Politico?<br /><br />Why wouldn't she be more popular? She doesn't make controversial decisions, she doesn't have campaign promises to break of fulfill and she can play the role of loving mother and spouse in the public eye as much as she wants to.<br /><br />Seriously, all the First Ladies in recent times (with the possible exception of Nancy Reagan) have at one time or another been more popular than their husbands. It would be news if they weren't.<br /><br />Of course Michelle Obama is more popular than her husband -- we'd expect that unless she were caught slipping arsenic into the chocolate bars she handed out to the kids at Halloween at the White House.<br /><br />If only the media would stop treating fake news as the real thing. Then, for the first time in my adult lifetime, would I be proud of my newspaper.Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32894935.post-70449840782154716682011-09-24T08:10:00.002-04:002011-09-24T08:11:30.022-04:00Bad Day at Work?At least you didn't misplace a <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/health-science/nasa-satellite-debris-might-hit-us/2011/09/23/gIQA5VmiqK_story.html">satellite.</a>Scotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00287227487916997606noreply@blogger.com1