Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Switchboard Susan


Feeling playful this morning, listening to Nick Lowe's Labor Of Lust. One of the more fun songs...(and they're all fun on this record!) Hope it brings a smile, to your dial.


Switchboard Susan,

won't you give me a line

I need a doctor, give me 999

First time I picked upthe telephone

I fell in love with your ringing tone

I'm a long distance romancer

I keep on trying till I get an answer

Gimme gimme one more chance

She's a greater little operator

Switchboard Susan, Iet me off the hook

I've been this way

since you give me yourlook

Switchboard Susan, you're all the rage

Come on sugar, Iet's get engaged

I'm a long distance romancer

I keep on trying till I get an answer

Gimme gimme one more chance

She's a greater little operator

When I'm near you girl, I get an extension

And I don't mean

Alexander Graham Bell's invention

Switchboard Susan, can we be friends

After six, at weekends

I'm a long distance romancer

l keep on trying till I get an answer

Gimme gimme one more chance

She's a greater little operator

She's a greater iittle operator

Hey babe, you're number's great

38-27-38

Oh you brlng a smile to my dial

Oh you great, operator's great

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Spice this up, Baby


OK, so excuse me while I talk about how great I am.

Decided it was time to scale back the dining out again, and get back to cooking. So, tonight, it was a homemade, properly spicy arrabiata, with a little parmesan...and a sirloin steak properly pounded and tenderized, lightly grilled, and seasoned with salt, pepper, and just the right amount of olive oil and oregano, then cut into small strips, and tossed together with some penne.

So, here I sit full, fat and happy. Tune in next meal time, for more exciting culinary news.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

It's a ghost town, baby.



This is a picture of things I see in my day to day job. It isn't always pretty.

A big part of my work is financing single family investment homes, and I have to say, it doesn't escape my attention that the post WWII suburban homes thrown up around the inside of 270 aren't holding up so well.

For example, I went to drive by some houses on Monday, and it was depressing. I was in neighborhoods that I'm sure (actually, I'm positive), just 10, 15 years ago were quite nice...and now, they have begun their inevitable slide into complete crapdom. They're not slums..yet. They aren't even BAD neighborhoods...yet.

But, the houses all have that pastel siding, green, blue, and grey, all looking very dull, very washed out, with their inevitable carport with the peeling paint. You drive by, and they almost always have the floor length windows, and the curtains look like crap, and you're supposed to (or at least in my job, I'm supposed to) be able to appreciate their value. And I feel bad. For the people stuck in them, for the people that can't sell, because they are no longer worth a damned thing.

Guys not that far removed from me, that go to work, make their money, and know (or perhaps it is better if they don't realize it?) that every lousy mortgage payment is just more money down the drain, because their piece of the American dream, like the little sub-division they call home is aging, and withering on the vine. What's to look forward to? Retirement? If these people are lucky, they'll get $40,000 to $50,000 out of a house they've been paying on for thirty years-so, no. They're not going anywhere. They'll sit in their houses, watch the renters move in, and make sure the locks on their doors are good.

It used to be that you could hold out for developers to come knock your house down, and at least sell to them-but in the current environment that simply isn't going to happen, Things are so overbuilt, it will be decades before there's an appetite for knocking down little bits of decayed suburbia, with their themed street names, and ever so organized sameness.

I don't like being a misery merchant, but I just got to thinking about it, and it's really heartbreaking. There are thousands of people 40 to 60 years old, scattered through this city (and many more just like it), that are screwed. They work hard, they bought their home, they made their payments, and for what? A bunch of politicians and policy wonks to tell them "Hey, btw-when you retire, we're skipping out on Social Security. Hope you don't mind. Oh, and that sure is a nice above ground pool you've got rusting in your backyard, bet the kids loved that growing up-oh well, later!! Enjoy the house!"

Oh well, at least Merle and Kris will put on a good show.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Not much to add to this


Came across this article from a fellow named Phil Zuckerman, making some astute observations about how it appears Evangelicals hate Jesus. Or at least his teachings. I think he's on to something...sorry folks, this will take an attention span of longer than eight seconds, but it is a worthwhile read.


The results from a recent poll published by the Pew Forum on Religion and Public Life (http://www.pewforum.org/Politics-and-Elections/Tea-Party-and-Religion.aspx) reveal what social scientists have known for a long time: White Evangelical Christians are the group least likely to support politicians or policies that reflect the actual teachings of Jesus. It is perhaps one of the strangest, most dumb-founding ironies in contemporary American culture. Evangelical Christians, who most fiercely proclaim to have a personal relationship with Christ, who most confidently declare their belief that the Bible is the inerrant word of God, who go to church on a regular basis, pray daily, listen to Christian music, and place God and His Only Begotten Son at the center of their lives, are simultaneously the very people most likely to reject his teachings and despise his radical message.

Jesus unambiguously preached mercy and forgiveness. These are supposed to be cardinal virtues of the Christian faith. And yet Evangelicals are the most supportive of the death penalty, draconian sentencing, punitive punishment over rehabilitation, and the governmental use of torture. Jesus exhorted humans to be loving, peaceful, and non-violent. And yet Evangelicals are the group of Americans most supportive of easy-access weaponry, little-to-no regulation of handgun and semi-automatic gun ownership, not to mention the violent military invasion of various countries around the world. Jesus was very clear that the pursuit of wealth was inimical to the Kingdom of God, that the rich are to be condemned, and that to be a follower of Him means to give one's money to the poor. And yet Evangelicals are the most supportive of corporate greed and capitalistic excess, and they are the most opposed to institutional help for the nation's poor -- especially poor children. They hate anything that smacks of "socialism," even though that is essentially what their Savior preached. They despise food stamp programs, subsidies for schools, hospitals, job training -- anything that might dare to help out those in need. Even though helping out those in need was exactly what Jesus urged humans to do. In short, Evangelicals are that segment of America which is the most pro-militaristic, pro-gun, and pro-corporate, while simultaneously claiming to be most ardent lovers of the Prince of Peace.

What's the deal?

Before attempting an answer, allow a quick clarification. Evangelicals don't exactly hate Jesus -- as we've provocatively asserted in the title of this piece. They do love him dearly. But not because of what he tried to teach humanity. Rather, Evangelicals love Jesus for what he does for them. Through his magical grace, and by shedding his precious blood, Jesus saves Evangelicals from everlasting torture in hell, and guarantees them a premium, luxury villa in heaven. For this, and this only, they love him. They can't stop thanking him. And yet, as for Jesus himself -- his core values of peace, his core teachings of social justice, his core commandments of goodwill -- most Evangelicals seem to have nothing but disdain.

And this is nothing new. At the end of World War I, the more rabid, and often less educated Evangelicals decried the influence of the Social Gospel amongst liberal churches. According to these self-proclaimed torch-bearers of a religion born in the Middle East, progressive church-goers had been infected by foreign ideas such as German Rationalism, Soviet-style Communism, and, of course, atheistic Darwinism. In the 1950s, the anti-Social Gospel message piggybacked the rhetoric of anti-communism, which slashed and burned its way through the Old South and onward through the Sunbelt, turning liberal churches into vacant lots along the way. It was here that the spirit and the body collided, leaving us with a prototypical Christian nationalist, hell-bent on prosperity. Charity was thus rebranded as collectivism and self-denial gave way to the gospel of accumulation. Church-to-church, sermon-to-sermon, evangelical preachers grew less comfortable with the fish and loaves Jesus who lived on earth, and more committed to the angry Jesus of the future. By the 1990s, this divine Terminator gained "most-favored Jesus status" among America's mega churches; and with that, even the mention of the former "social justice" Messiah drove the socially conscious from their larger, meaner flock.

In addition to such historical developments, there may very well simply be an underlying, all-too-human social-psychological process at root, one that probably plays itself out among all religious individuals: they see in their religion what they want to see, and deny or despise the rest. That is, religion is one big Rorschach test. People look at the content of their religious tradition -- its teachings, its creeds, its prophet's proclamations -- and they basically pick and choose what suits their own secular outlook. They see in their faith what they want to see as they live their daily lives, and simultaneously ignore the rest. And as is the case for most White Evangelical Christians, what they are ignoring is actually the very heart and soul of Jesus's message -- a message that emphasizes sharing, not greed. Peace-making, not war-mongering. Love, not violence.

Of course, conservative Americans have every right to support corporate greed, militarism, gun possession, and the death penalty, and to oppose welfare, food stamps, health care for those in need, etc. -- it is just strange and contradictory when they claim these positions as somehow "Christian." They aren't.

Manic Man


I have got to do something about me, food, and mood swings!
It is getting worse with age. Used to be that I'd be mildly cranky if I had gone without eating for 5 or 6 hours, but now I seem to contract some form of tourettes. Rather than some kind of lethargy, I spin into some kind of hypercritical maniacal bitchfest. What's weird is, I know it is happening, but honestly can't control it.

Latest occurrence-today. I didn't get around to eating until nearly 1pm, after getting up at Stupid O'Clock in the morning. So I'm having a conversation with a friend of mine, and I just start taking digs. And I know I am, and I know she's getting pissed off, and I can't blame her...but at the same time, I can't stop myself. It's a good thing I choose my friends well, or I'd probably be pretty lonely.

Maybe I should start carrying an emergency Snickers bar with me, before someone shoots me.... It's a thought.

Saturday morning 530


It is scary, the thoughts that go through your head when sleep has been the period between 230 and 4.
And I'm gonna do the world a favor, amd other than whine about lack of sleep, I'm not going to share the bleakness,
So, how about a happy song,
instead?


And lets all hope for a successful nap :-)

NEWSFLASH...
Nap reasonably successful. 2.5 hours gained.
The world now looks marginally brighter. Creation may continue.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Don Quixote rides again


Don Quixote has made a brief return from his previous retirement, but upon assessing the situation, he has decided that there was in actual fact no reason for optimism, and things were indeed as bleak as they had been when he made his formal retirement announcement last March.

Third party reporters have hypothesized that Senor Quixote had misunderstood some pieces of information (as is his wont), and had thought that his previous efforts at chivalrous behaviour had gained some appreciation, and he could contribute to the world being a brighter, better place. But alas, it turns out it was only the world drawing its breath before beginning to laugh at him once more.

His ever faithful agent, Sancho would only comment "El burro sabe mas que tu"