Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Punching Bag Passes





Another Kennedy is gone.  I heard the news on Democracy Now! the other day, and it makes me sad.  Don't get me wrong.  I don't think the man was a saint or anything, I'm just sorry to hear that a good guy is gone.  Sure, there are things for which any politician could be criticized, but, for the most part, he did good things with his time, even if only dissenting from the majority.  More importantly, he intended good things, regardless of how many of these things the rest of his cohorts permitted be done.

This relates to what I recently realized about how one side of the political spectrum so frequently paints the other side as having intentions akin to the worst of those that ever ruled (Hitler, Stalin, etc.).  It is critical that compassionate elements of our populace be cast as hateful and mean.  If they are not, it becomes obvious that those for whom the dollar is savior are the truly hateful and mean.  For example, it's laughable to think that those that support universal health care only do so because they wish ill-will upon others in our country, but insurance companies wish exactly that, since that is what makes their shareholders more money.  It is surreal that those that wish a reasonable standard of living for all are not thought of within a pertinent context.  It is as if the hyperbolists assume history has taught us nothing and that we are doomed to go down the same roads already traveled by those from other countries, during other decades, within different economies, and subject to any number of other confounding influences.  In other words, communism can never become something better, socialism will always be a bad thing, and anarchy can never be improved upon.  Capitalism, however, is considered flawless, and is not held to the same standard, regardless of the horrible things people have done to one another in the interest of earning more money.  If anything, those that whine the loudest about how great dollar-worship is seem bent on going backwards to those "glory days" before the few, meager checks and balances we now have existed. 

Continue to learn and grow.  That is all I wish for my parents, and my brothers and sisters in this world.  I don't care if your goal is to earn millions of dollars, just realize that there are sustainable and humane ways to do that.  As Seth Tobocman's book proclaimed, "You Don't Have to Fuck Over People to Survive."  The extension of this is to define the word survive, which should include not only good food, clean water, solid shelter, and clean air, but theater, literature, stimulating conversation, paint, dance, and one thousand other free and necessary things.  I don't mean to imply that we all need "merely" survive, I mean to imply that there are different degrees of survival, and most of us are reasonable people...until we stop learning and stop trying to see things from new perspectives (don't worry, you can always crawl back into your shell if it gets too uncomfortable).

It is this I harbor after having watched "The Garden" online, yesterday.  Man, what an important movie.  Go watch it and see if it changes your view on property rights.  If nothing else, it will make you think long and hard about setting up a community garden in your own area (if one does not already exist).  Around here, I'm hoping we can get something going on the edges of the West Ashley Greenway, since it is wide enough to accommodate a road, and I'd like to think that getting neighborhood gardens in place would help prevent any future stupidity from making this local treasure into just that...another ribbon of asphalt. 

Also, I watched some of the town hall meeting S. Hoyer did in Maryland on CSPAN last night.  All I can say is that it was like watching a trainwreck...so disgusting was the behavior of our fellow "Americans" that I couldn't look away.  Example of the lunacy:  after explaining how her son and daughter are provided health insurance through the state after losing their jobs, one idiot-in-attendance went on to say the "government" needs to get "out of our business, now!"  Go ahead...watch the downfall of western civilization.  In particular, watch the question from her majesty of the miniscule mind at around 46 minutes:  http://www.c-span.org/Watch/Media/2009/09/01/HP/A/22720/House+Maj+Leader+Rep+Steny+Hoyer+DMD+Health+Care+Town+Hall.aspx

As a result of watching this kind of painful pinhead-ery, I'm considering political appointments, again.  I'm trying to get into the Bicycle/Pedestrian Committee, currently.  I filled out applications for the Forestry Board and one of the Park and Playground Commissions, but I think I'd rather dedicate my time to something about which I'm, currently, more passionate and knowledgeable.  Besides, there are just too many stupid things happening, lately.  They just put in solar-powered flashers for two greenway crossings up the road.  Yes, they are nice when I'm carting the girls, but I'm responsible.  I always come to a stop, anyway, to check for traffic.  Nobody else will have to develop that habit, thanks to these new eyesores that were a waste of money (how about resurfacing the severely eroded and buckled section of the greenway that winds through the black neighborhoods in our area, for example?).  As well, and I'll follow up on this one for sure, they just added bumps (rumble-shoulder type garbage) to the white lines on some of the roads we use for our shop rides on Tuesday and Thursday nights.  Again, this will prevent drivers from developing the quite safe habits of staying awake while at the wheel and paying close attention to traffic on more shaded, winding roads.  For riders, it presents an obstacle to quickly getting out of the way of the now-lazier drivers when they stray too close (which they will).  At worst, it is something riders do not see in the dark and/or rain that causes them to lose control of their bicycle and crash on roads that regularly have car traffic traveling at speeds of up to 50-60mph.  Somebody needs to be more involved in helping these road "designers," as they are clearly only considering those in cars when they pull this kind of jackass move.  

As for the media candy section of this entry, see below:

Trials riding isn't really my scene, but I am in awe of this guy's ability (good musical choice, too):  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z19zFlPah-o
This was mildly funny, so I thought I'd throw it in, too (my favorite part is the foggy glasses when he's inside):
Also, check out the latest on the insane happening in Asheville that Garrett clued me to:

Hoping to make another trip to FATS before too long, here, and teaching a Road I course the first week of November.  Off to the doctor with the girls in the morning, and watched about 30 minutes of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 with Andree before wandering in here to finish this, finally.  Have a great night and don't forget to ride tomorrow.  You'll feel better.  Smoking status:  down to 1/2 a day, but only 2 or 3 left in pack.  I'll try to make it a week before buying another...if I do.  The tea tree oil toothpicks are really helping out this situation, by the way.

Watch the babies...watch the cute, cute babies.  The trailer is the summer-modified Tiger from Burley (I'm pretty happy with it, aside from the lack of carrying space for the jogging kit or a leash for towing them around when once we get to the store).  Oh, and the maypop, Passiflora lutea, is growing on the lamppost in front of the house.  I just saw a gulf fritillary laying eggs on it, today, so I'll try to photograph the life cycle.


Sunday, August 2, 2009

Return of the King




Daddy comes home to the castle, as of tomorrow.  Andree goes back to school, so I get to resume full-time parent status.  Things have changed significantly (solid foods, longer times awake, etc.), but I can deal with it, and I think my health needs it.  The stress of the girls pales in comparison to the stress at work, lately.  It's just been a weird month or two since the departure of Joe, Jay, and Carl.  I really respect the guys that replaced them, but it'll suffice to say that it's different, and different is the name of the game with kids.  So, work changes of all sorts (a manager becoming an owner, a second shop opening, and the expected turnover of employees in such a field) are not as easy to cope with anymore, and my health has, predictably, not improved much.

The doctors claim it to be a mono group virus, which means that the exhaustion I've felt for weeks now will, likely, continue for a few more weeks, at least.  Cutting back on the cigarettes and booze isn't cutting it.  I'm going to have to go cold turkey, here, as I'm at my wit's end on this one.  One ride a week is not enough, and my workouts have completely fallen off.  It's killing me.  The worst part is waiting to see if the girls picked it up in the few weeks that I was contagious.  They've been on mom's milk from the beginning, however, so I'm hoping that their immunity is all the experts say it is.

The bicycle status has me motivated.  I just got a Manitou R7 for very little money (they were great about their crash replacement, and it turned out nobody does much, if anything, in forks in the U.S., anymore), an XT crankset, and some XTR pedals on the MTB.  The money is now officially paid back on the Raleigh, and it was worth it.  The beast looks ready for engagement, and Mike, Greg, and I are supposed to go to FATS trails, near Augusta, this coming weekend for an overnight (my first since the girls were born).  The road rig got absolutely swamped last Thursday night in the wettest ride we've done in a long, long time (downpour almost the entire hour and a half).  So, the bottom bracket got removed and the shell faced on this one, too.  Everything looked great inside (Boeshield and a gun-cleaning kit does the trick on the steel stuff), with only a little water.  

FATS is one of the best trails I've ever ridden.  We spent around 6 hours out there, and we still didn't get to all of it (we skipped on the Brown Wave trail).  Only one flat for one of us, and no spills, even though it's hard not to bomb through these insanely well-maintained and rolling trails.  We pulled out our stupid caps and rented a hotel for the evening, Saturday, for $100.  We could've camped at a nearby state park for $15, but I bit my tongue since we'd been trying to get this ride (or something very similar) together for nearly 5 years.  It makes one wonder about the depth of this friendship, no?  No matter, I'll go back with Dave or Garrett next time, and I'm sure it'll be tent city.  Besides, there ain't no cell phone or fire alarm mishaps at 6 and 7am in the woods...just the Carolina wrens and pine warblers screaming for sex.

I left the camera at home, as I can't lug the big guy around in the water pack, but I don't think I would've gotten many photographs of interest.  As well, there are videos of the trail system on YouTube, if you're interested.  They were good enough to motivate me to go.  Here's one with tolerable music and that doesn't disorient with shake or bore with footage you don't need to see.  You can check out the others for more of the trails.  There's even one from the same day we were there (about 95 degrees out and not a cloud in the sky...I probably drank around 150 oz. of water, in addition to the post-ride ginger ale and Fat Tire). 


The garden looks good, with the cayennes in the bed with the bells.  The blackeye peas flushed with new foliage and keep putting out new flowers and fruits.  We have a few oxheart tomatoes, now, and the potatoes are still chugging along, regardless of the summer beat down they're getting.  I also planted a little chunk of ginger root, and it put up leaves in about 4-5 days.  I'm not sure what species I've got, but check out this flower!


Who wants to have to make a trip to the store just for this infrequently-needed, but essential, ingredient?  Turns out, it does just fine here.  Next up are the fruit/nut trees.  I thought I found a good place in GA, but there are some seriously bad reviews online that made me think twice.  Plus, their prices and selection were too good to be true.  We're hoping on walnut, plum, and apple, though we may have to go with citrus instead of pomes.   

There was an editorial in yesterday's paper that reminded me of something that keeps occurring to me.  A local politician was praising our state's investment in hydrogen power and other alternatives to fossil fuels.  Fair enough, but it was unfortunate that he was also pushing the job creation angle.  I don't doubt that alternative energies could result in more jobs, but what is the point if we retain the profit motive?  What kind of jobs should we expect?  The jobs will not matter if the same old share holders demand the same old unrealistic growth levels in their investment.  There is a new jet part production facility coming to the area, too, and the local press had nothing but glorious things to say.  Nevermind that this industry hinges on oil availability and is most likely doomed.  I wouldn't be surprised if this facility is gone by the time the girls start high school.  It's time to expand the concept of sustainability to include not just the products an industry is offering, but the lives of those that make the product possible.  It's kind of easy to get hung up on whether something is organic or produced without mercury or with water conservation practices and forget about the people behind the product.  They may or may not be able to purchase the very things they are making to the increasingly demanding standards of an informed consumer base.  This is not an argument that we should go backwards on sustainable product standards, only one that we should identify more with those on the other end of our dollars.  

The spider is an unidentified orb weaver that lives in our metal wind chime on the back porch.  She snagged this blue dasher dragonfly a few days ago.  I wonder how sensitive she is to the noise of the chime pipes when they collide and how this affects her catch success.  She seems to do just fine, as her abdomen is about the size of my thumb tip.  The dragonfly is a Needham's skimmer, I think.  It was having some trouble with the malformed wing, and I'm kind of surprised we didn't see this guy in the web.  It probably wound up in the stomach of one of the many Mississippi kites that we've seen around the house this summer.  They're notorious dragonfly diners.  The old Raleigh is Ohio John's.  What a testament that this thing from the mid-60's that has been all over the world is still rolling fine on original equipment.  A couple of hub adjustments and other touches, and it was ready to roll again.