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Archive for November, 2005

Us and Them

A couple of weeks ago some wise blogger — sorry, I can’t even remember who ** — made this speculation: if one were to take a liberal blog’s Sitemeter statistics showing the breakdown by country of where their visitors are coming from, and compare those statistics to those of any high-ranking rightwing blog with public Sitemeter stats, one would very likely find that the liberal blog gets significant traffic from around the world, while the rightwing blog gets its visitors almost exclusively from the US.

Interesting. Could this be true? Let’s try it, shall we?
I consider myself a liberal, and I do have a blog, so I’ve been told, so last night I took a snapshot of my blog’s traffic breakdown by country:

Huh. Last night only 68% of my visitors were from the US, and Japan, the UK and Canada each accounted for 5% of my traffic. A whole bunch of other countries made up the balance, including Iran and somewhere called Libyan Arab Jamahiriya — no doubt some terrists affectionately checking in with little old librul, Amurka-hatin’, terrist enabler Me.

Next I went to vaunted beacon of wingnuttery and 2004 Time magazine Blog o’ the Year
Powerline [sorry, I don't link to them. If you insist on going there you'll just have to find them on your own]. Their Sitemeter stats are public, of course. Hey, if my blog got over 60,000 hits a day I’d make sure my stats were public too. Let’s see where Powerline’s traffic was coming from last night, same timeframe as my stats.

Well isn’t that interesting. It’s sure a cozy little echochamber they’ve got going, with a whopping 94% of traffic coming from the US. But who exactly is this sinister “Unknown Country” and why do they account for a very unpatriotic and traitorous- looking 3% of Powerline’s visitors? That looks mighty bad, guys. Mighty bad indeed. What’ll the Holy Boy-King say? Tsk tsk.

And there you have it: a perceptive prediction proven. Compare and contrast; then talk amongst yourselves for the remainder of the hour.

**UPDATE: I remembered. It was the always insightful Norwegianity, altho now I can’t find the exact post..

Weep You No More


Weep You No More, Sad Fountains

Weep you no more, sad fountains,
What need you flow so fast?
Look how the snowy mountains
Heaven’s sun doth gently waste.
But my sun’s heavenly eyes
View not your weeping,
That now lies sleeping.

Sleep is reconciling,
A rest that peace begets;
Doth not the sun rise smiling
When fair at even he sets?
Rest you then, rest sad eyes,
Melt not in weeping
While she lies sleeping
Softly, now softly lies sleeping.

Shorter version: There, there. You’ll feel better tomorrow.

I think I need an intervention. Or a major serotonin transfusion. Or a new brain. Can’t seem to find a Pain Exorcist, so sad-sack Elizabethan lutenist John Dowland will have to suffice. Sometimes sad poetry and music, if it’s sufficiently exquisite, actually helps. I don’t know why. And this is all that I care to say about it.

Not Photoshopped

I don’t think I ever anticipated a circumstance in which an unaltered, non-photoshopped photo such as the one below could possibly exist. It’s a wonderful world, ain’t it?

Weekly Spong Fix

Just because I don’t share John Shelby Spong’s religious beliefs doesn’t mean I don’t respect his thought processes and opinions. Hmmm, shouldn’t there be a word for that? Holding an opinion that differs from someone else’s, yet respecting the other person? Oh yeah, that’s called tolerance.

A recent Spong Q&A email:

Robert from the Internet writes:
“When the lights go out and doors are closing, where does one find the courage to look for the way? I know this will sound like a bizarre question but I just finished your autobiography HERE I STAND: MY STRUGGLE FOR A CHRISTIANITY OF INTEGRITY, LOVE AND EQUALITY, and am sincerely impressed by the apparent fact that you found a reason to continue despite an unrelenting opposition. To what do you attribute this courage, drive, resolve, or stubbornness? ”

Dear Robert,
Thank you for your letter and your reason for asking.

I am not engaged in a task that can be defined as “winning” or “losing.” My agenda is to raise consciousness. That can be done in many ways and being defeated is one of them.

In my autobiography, to which you refer, I mention the battle to raise consciousness in my church, nationally and world-wide on the issue of acceptance, justice and celebration of gay and lesbian people. What I describe in that book were indeed the dark days of that struggle. The darkest days of all came when the Anglican bishops of the world gathered in 1998 at the Lambeth Conference under the leadership of The Most Reverend and Right Honorable George Carey who, in my mind, is the least competent man ever appointed to be the Archbishop of Canterbury, and passed some of the cruelest, most ill-informed and most overtly prejudiced resolutions about homosexual people I have ever read. One of those resolutions defined homophobia in such a way as to exonerate these homophobic bishops from the charge of homophobia!!

It is never easy to be defeated politically but I met the press in Canterbury immediately after the voting on these dreadful resolutions had been tallied and declared it a great victory. Stunned by this remark, a reporter asked me to amplify. I did so by reminding the gathered press conference that in these negative resolutions the prejudice about homosexuality had been placed at the center of the life of the entire Anglican Communion. It was, therefore, on the agenda of every national branch of this church the world over. What they did not realize, I suggested, was that once a prejudice begins to be publicly debated, it is always revealed to be a dying prejudice. One does not debate a prejudice until the definition undergirding that prejudice has begun to be questioned.

As long as people are convinced that homosexuality is a choice made by homosexual persons because they are mentally ill and cannot help themselves or because they are morally depraved and want to live in this sick and distorted manner, then there is no debate. Only when this definition is challenged does debate ensue. So the debate about homosexuality in both church and state is a sure sign that the old definition is not holding, that a new consciousness is emerging. There has never been a time in human history when a new consciousness did not finally trump the old definition on which prejudice has been based. So there was no doubt in my mind at the Lambeth Conference in 1998, and there is no doubt now as to what the final outcome of this debate will be. It is easy to lose a battle when you know that the war is going to be won.

I grew up in a segregated church in Charlotte, N.C, and lived to see an African American man named Michael Curry be elected bishop in the Diocese of North Carolina by a majority of the clergy and lay people of the Episcopal Church meeting in a diocesan convention. I grew up in a church that treated women as second-class citizens, even calling them “The Auxiliary,” and I lived to see 40% of our clergy become women and to see my church elect fifteen women to be among its bishops. I grew up in a church that castigated and oppressed homosexual people and lived to see a gay priest, Gene Robinson, who lived openly with his partner for 14 years, be elected and confirmed as Bishop of New Hampshire.

To know that history will affirm the minority position you hold today provides me with a great and empowering perspective with which to bear pain and defeat. If the purpose of Jesus was to give life more abundantly, I was always sure that I was walking in his company. It is reconciliation with God not unity among church members that is the purpose of Jesus. An ultimate victory always awaits those who serve the truth. Perhaps it also takes a bit of courage, drive, resolve and even stubbornness

Thanks for asking,

– John Shelby Spong

Cyber Monday?

Apparently today, the Monday after Thanksgiving, now has a name.

The Monday after Thanksgiving has become one of the biggest online shopping days of the year. The theory is that consumers return to work after the holiday weekend with Christmas shopping on the brain. So they start surfing for items they didn’t have time to shop for over the weekend or hot products that already were out of stock.

A faster Internet connection at the office is thought to be the main reason online shopping is more convenient at work. That’s true not only during the holidays. Year round, online sales for Pier 1 Imports are 10 percent higher on Mondays than Fridays — and that’s not due to late-night shoppers, the company says. At Shopping.com, eBay’s comparison-shopping site visited each month by 25 million unique consumers, the busiest time is 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. If it’s any consolation to the boss, workday shopping peaks over the lunch hour.

Well, as names for shopping days go, “Cyber Monday” certainly makes more sense to me than “Black Friday”.

Other than that observation, I guess I really don’t care much if this is a special shopping day or not, because this year, as of today, for the first time ever, my Christmas shopping is DONE.

[smug, insufferably superior smirk]

More Wegeless

Yay! A few more movies have been added to our holiday weekend film festival lineup! But, I have to warn you: just as I was starting to work on these, situations arose that turned out to be [and I know how hard this is to believe] more urgent than Wege-ifying movie posters, so I had to cut some corners in order to get these posted today. Still, even with the necessary shortcuts, I hope you’ll be able to grasp the general idea. So without further ado– Wegeless Part Deux: Speed Wege!

Next, if there’s demand for it: Wegeless 3-D!

Wegeless: The Movie

Here’s the lineup for our annual post-Thanksgiving long holiday weekend film festival. Which one of you maniacal movie mavens out there will be the first to name this year’s theme?

Well he started it, Officer.

You wouldn’t happen to have any Bromo Seltzer, would ya? Oy. I really have way too much time on my hands these days.
[Translation: Anything to avoid NaNoWriMo!]

Coming Soon To a Blog Near You: Wegeless the Movie, Part Deux

Happy Buy Nothing Day!

Yikes. It’s already that time again. The day after Thanksgiving. The single biggest shopping day of the year. The day some people call, for some inexplicable reason, Black Friday. The day that Kmart and JC Penneys and Marshall Field and every other retailer in the country are telling us to set our alarms so we can be at their stores when the doors open at …5AM?! Jeebus H Christ the Baron Krauss Von Espy.

Is this the year you finally call “Basta!” and take a stand against creeping corrupting corporation-worshipping consumerism? How about it: Do you have the courage to buy nothing today?

from AdBusters:

And since the UK celebrates BND a day later than the US, you have an excuse to buy nothing tomorrow too!

Come on. Buck up. You can do it. Keep your bucks in your pocket for just one day. Buy N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Food For Thought

Earlier today I surveyed with mixed feelings the aftermath of our Thanksgiving feast: the postprandial wreckage of roasted yams; peas; giblet dressing [and Fafnir cries "Noooooooo!"]; pan gravy; cranberry-orange relish; crudités; rosemary focaccia; pumpkin bread; pumpkin pie; sparkling lingonberry-apple juice; and lest we forget, a 17-lb. turkey that, unlike MN Observer’s, actually was a caged-raised, genetically modified, monoculture bird bought from some megafoods in Eden Prairie.]

It was a lot of food. A lot of food. An almost obscene abundance, even tho we actually cut back this year and I didn’t make anywhere near the amount and assortment of stuff we’ve had at Thanksgivings past. Still, what we ate today was more than enough, so much more than enough for the eight people at the table, even taking into account that two of the people were teenage boys, who capacity-wise should each be counted as 3 people. We have pounds of turkey left, not to mention copious amounts of yams, and peas, and cranberry sauce, and bread. We could feed 20 people easily on the leftovers. A lot of food.

Yesterday on MPR I heard a speech given by Frances Moore Lappé, author of Diet For a Small Planet. Lappé spoke in Minneapolis last week at a fundraiser for the Land Stewardship Project. Her subject was food democracy — how we can work to change the situation we find ourselves in, living in a world where a billion people go hungry each day. It was a great speech, and sent me hustling off to the library to check out some of her books:

Hope’s Edge: The New Diet For a Small Planet

Feeding the Future: From Fat To Famine

You Have the Power: Choosing Courage in a Culture of Fear

and most recently

Democracy’s Edge: Choosing to Save Our Country by Bringing Democracy to Life

From Chapter 1:

Contemporary social critics see America divided—left versus right, conservative versus liberal, religious versus secular. I disagree and even find these framings destructive. They deflect us from the most critical and perhaps the only division we have to worry about.

It is that between those who believe in democracy—honest dialogue, basic fairness, mutual respect, inclusivity, and reciprocal responsibilities—and those who do not. In the latter category are those willing to put ends over means, violating these core principles in pursuit of an ultimate goal.
Antidemocrats here or abroad include those willing to demonize opponents and even to kill innocent people in pursuit of political power, an idealized future, or a superior afterlife.

At home they include members of our own government who allow illegal detention and torture of captives, arm known tyrants, meet secretly with private interests to hash out the public’s business, bar congressional colleagues from hearing rooms, interfere with voting by citizens likely to disagree with them, remove vital information from government Web sites, disguise government propaganda as real news, and employ Orwellian labels to mislead us.2
All are justified by perpetrators as necessary tactics to move us to their idealized future.

In the past two centuries, we human beings have proved to ourselves something vital to our survival: that we have the capacity to make democracy work. Within democracy’s framework of values, we are able to address even our biggest problems by working creatively with – and even gaining from – differences of opinion and culture.

Thus the only real threat we face now is that to democracy itself.

Democracy—negotiating interests by relying on fair play, honesty, and mutual respect—is powerful, I will argue; yet it is also fragile. Democracy can “be easily lost, but is never fully won,” Judge William Hastie once observed.

Social creatures, we humans are easily molded by those around us. Once the bullying begins, once dishonesty appears to succeed, it can quickly avalanche toward fascism, the term I use for a society ruled by the power of wealth and fear.

Glancing back over the twentieth century and now the early twenty-first, we see just how startlingly malleable we humans are. The Holocaust. Pol Pot. Bosnia. Rwanda. Abu Ghraib. Darfur. We see decent people commit unthinkable acts. We see decent people silent in the face of unthinkable acts.

Once acknowledging the potential for brutality in each of us, we become incapable of locating evil in “the other”—in everyone else but not in ourselves. It is, yes, a terrifying thought, but also liberating, for this admission helps us appreciate the power of the culture we ourselves create to bring forth either the best or the worst in human beings.

And from there the survival task for humanity is clear: it is to envision and create institutions, from our schools to our media to our businesses, that foster our democratic selves—people able to feel and express empathy and to see through the walls of race, culture, and religion that divide us, people who know how to exert power while maintaining relationship.

Nutritious. Filling. Food for thought indeed.

Uncanny

Oh, save your outrage, gentle reader. I know exactly what a cheap shot this is. I ought to; I witnessed Jean Schmidt’s display in the House of Representatives the other day.