Telling it like it is

February 3, 2009

Yesterday, Eric Holder was confirmed as the new Attorney General of the United States. Hopefully this means the turning of a page on an interpretation of human rights law which was at once both vicious and cowardly. I will not miss Alberto Gonzales’ vacuous explanations of why we don’t torture and how “quaint” the Geneva Conventions are.

This  brings me to a pet peeve on how waterboarding is often described or defined. In a November 9, 2007 article in the New York Times there was this statement:

The goal of  waterboarding, which has been used in interrogations at least since the time of the Spanish Inquisition, is to create the sensation of drowning without causing death.

Numerous times one will hear or read similar statements such as “simulated drowning,” or  the “feeling that one is drowning,” or as above, “the sensation of drowning.”

From what I’ve been able to understand about this issue, the person is drowning. So, it is more than a sensation as though one’s imagination is getting the best of him.  Nor is it a simulation  of what it “might” be like. No, it is what drowning is like. Those who deny or are uncertain whether or not waterboarding is torture may want to give it try.

I’m so glad Mr. Holder spoke up on the issue of torture during his confirmation. Telling it like it is will be most refreshing.

A wonderful performance

February 1, 2009

Last evening we saw a wonderful performance of George Bernard Shaw’s Saint Joan. In the program notes were comments by the director, Paul Mason Barnes. Included was this statement:

In the year 2009, when religious fanaticism at home and abroad, separation of church and state, and the use of torture as a means to a political end are central issues of our time – and when, as Shaw would have it, the most amount of damage is rendered by the most fearful and least imaginative among us, Saint Joan becomes a transcendent and revelatory play.

Our nation’s policies when given voice to and implemented by “… the most fearful and least imaginative among us, …”  have caused us seemingly unending grief. I sincerely hope that a greater wisdom will prevail as we move forward over the next several years.

But did we have fun!

January 29, 2009

Our family began heading for the lake on weekends during the summer in the early 50s and at a time when drives were long, means of travel was on two-lane roads, and smoke-saturated fabric headliners in cars with no air conditioning often led to intense car sickness. Our clothes were stuffed into cardboard boxes, and we were easily identified as visitors in our wrinkly clothes at Sunday Mass. No running water, an outhouse, a one-room cabin built by our parents.

But did we have fun!  Boats were small, outboard motors were slow, docks were homemade. The days were spent in  bathing suits. When it rained we stayed in and played poker with match sticks for chips. Along our portion of the shore were scattered cabins and a total of 29 kids our age. Several of us had August birthdays. A big fire summoned dozens of people to gather down by the lake for the party. Laughter would linger in the darkness for hours.

One of our “lake gang,” one of the 29 kids, passed away this week.

Just enough snow

January 27, 2009

Just enough snow to brighten the outside while giving an added measure of warmth to the inside. A little freezing rain plus occasional snow totaling 3-5″ is what we’re getting … not such a big problem, but sufficient to keep me from heading south to the prison tomorrow.

Walking in the snow for a few miles got the day off to a great start. Memories of backpacking in Idaho and Colorado were summoned forth as I put on my mountain parka and boots.

We have a half-hearted slope to our backyard, and the neighbor kids are enjoying their school snow day by assaulting the hill with snow boards and saucers. They are always welcome, especially the one who will bring us our Girl Scout Cookie order in a few weeks.

The basement wine rack is staying where I mounted it. Anchoring 2 to 3 hundred pounds to a concrete wall is not my strong suit, and I’ve only filled a third of the cavaties with wine bottles. Not to worry, though. My wife pointed out that the floor drain is only a few feet away. What is she implying?

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What a day!

January 21, 2009

What a day in our nation’s history! I am delighted!

Obama’s speech yesterday has been reported to be good, but not great. Nevertheless, the phrases which resonated with me are:

  • “… we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.”
  • “The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works …”
  • “As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals.”
  • “… our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please.”

A weekend of great diversity

January 17, 2009

This is turning out to be a weekend of great diversity. Last evening we attended a concert by the Saint Louis Symphony Orchestra. Today was time spent in the basement working on a wall cabinet for a 72-bottle wine rack. Tonight bridge with friends we’ve known for44 years. Tomorrow, a internet broadcast of the Minnesota at Northwestern basketball game plus the Eagles at the Cardinals NFC Championship game on TV.

Oh, and getting a load of sweetgum balls off the front yard while we have a break in the weather. It’s really qute a lot of fun.