Just?
So, I just got back to my place from studying downstairs. I've been reading quite a bit; I'm halfway up to my eyeballs as of yet. Still plenty of steam left.
Anyway, I've been reading a good load about the O.J. Simpson trial--as required for my Legal Philosophy class--and it's been rather interesting. The last line of the reading prompted some thoughts about what is just and morally correct. More so, if some case is judicated erroneously is there ever a time where its justifed to defy the opinion through judicial nullification, etc. etc.
Actually, why don't I just quote the text.
"Can a historically erroneous verdict ever be a legally--and morally--just result? As a Socratic teacher of law, I leave you to ponder this uncomfortable question." - Alan M. Dershowitz (From Reasonable Doubts)
Basically, some argue that O.J. got away with double murder, but the question Dershowitz raises is if it could possibly okay or worth it (he was partially framed, the police work could have been unjustly and racially motivated, etc. etc.)
Well, I wish to go to the basic premise of why we have a judicial system in the first place. It's to punish offenders of the laws, but why do we have laws? To keep order, and keep the citizenry safe.
Legally-
Of course this can be legally justified. If the rule of law is followed in the proceedings, the judicial proceedings that is, then everyone has a fair shake at a fair trial. I believe that our legal system even compensates for issues like racial/gender imbalance in a courtroom body (juries, judges, lawyers) through jury selection, right to choose counsel, and the possibility for appeal. Also even accounting for jury nullification, the trial is still fair. It is an assumed risk that the jury might praise you or screw you over. Would you rather have it another way? No permanent eye-witness can, or probably should, exist...in any case everybody's case is in the hands of the jury/justice/group of justices. To break it down quick: shit happens (and sometimes juries are psycho).
Just-
Gosh, what is just? I wish Socrates were here, haha. Now, let's assume that the person gets off of double murder. Then it is just, because the defendant is innocent until proven guility. I suppose I define unjust as the innocent being proven guility, and everything else as just. Yes, this means that murderers can go free. But, if they commit crimes on top of double murder, they should eventually get caught. Innocent vicitims is the sunk cost in exchange for liberty and fair trials. Though, I pray that my loved ones aren't those trampled in vain by criminals who have walked.
Moral-
Wow, this is difficult to argue. I suppose it could be argued to be moral, if the trial overall has some societal good. As if, the helps maintain the order of law as a deterrent because the trial actually happens. As if, there is some fundamental good in the judicial system functioning, in and of itself. It could concieveably aid the citizenry, even if a guility criminal goes free, because the system yields benefit because it is acting legally and justly (see above).
However, I don't think ethical souls can stomach this defense (which I admit, is threadbare and not deep. To which I say, gimme a break, it's only my blog with a very small readership, if it has one at all)
I see this as undermining the moral value of the legal system if criminals knowingly go free. The system is supposed to find those who are guility, guilty. The system is supposed to make criminals pay. The system is supposed to be a beacon for fairness and truth, and it is simply not honest when guility criminals go free.
It is not fair to everyone for someone else to play the system. It makes the system appear dysfunctional, thereby causing a removal faith in the system as a whole (see, if a witness lies once, all of what he says could be a lie), a removal of faith in the system promotes lawlessness and in turn tarnishes the value of the rule of law...contradicting the purpose of having a legal system in the first place.
So...Legal, Just, but not moral.
But that's just from a pontificating semi-adult college student. Not to mention, he's wearing purple athletic shorts, listening to Mr. Brightside, how blasE. I'm not going to lie, I really just wanted to use the word blasE, even if it doesn't fit in context.
It's such a cool word, na?
Revision about mountains
A revision about my theory of climbing mountains.
In the previous post "So you climbed a mountain, so what?", I concluded that
"The great expanse of western states is unimaginable and truly beautiful. But, I don't think it'll ever be big enough to satisfy the need for knowledge and global culture.
-Note: It sure is fun to explore, especially climbing things"
I would like to make a revision on that statement.
The incredible splendor of the natural world is unimaginable and truly beautiful. But, I don't think those things will ever be big, impressive, or beautiful enough to satisfy the need for knowledge and global culture, in and of themselves.
I make this distincition after spending a night sleeping on one of the dunes at Sleeping Bear National Lakeshore. I was there on a fraternity retreat; we spent time shooting the wind, bonding, and being generally amiable. My brother, Dan-O "Skeet Skeet" Ostahowski (an adventurer if I've ever known one) wanted quite badly I think, to sleep on the dunes for a night. It was late at the time and I said if he went I would go with him. Mind you, that I was banking on the fact that he might not go. (I was all about it at first, but then flinched when some were telling tale tales of "cougar attacks" the year prior).
But, we went. The earth was spinning below me. The sky was like I hadn't been able to see it in many moons. I wished on a shooting star.
And, we began talking...about intelligible--seamlessly with unintelligible--things. It was glorious. It was beautiful. I wanted to take back my childhood and spend more time outdoors. I wished my family had been a nature-loving one, instead of a let's get a hotel and go to tourist attraction types (to be fair, my dad was all about these sorts of things; at least we went car camping once because of him). In a phrase, I felt as if my life hadn't been complete thus far. It was not mixed properly; it had time spent reading, writing, exercising, and that sort. It was not complete with ample time in nature, barely any time until relatively recently.
So, I revise my statement as to not marginalize time spent in nature. Time doing many things is important. Without exposure to pop culture, nature, politics, atheltics, and whatever else life just feels a little incomplete.
Noise.
The television is off. The lights are off. The radio is now off. All that's on is the computer, and at the moment it's less of a PC and more like a notebook.
It's almost quiet. It's an interesting transition. This time last year I was uncomfortable with the quiet (dinner was accompanied by a television, drives were supplemented with a CD or the FM radio, even during showers I listened to 95.5 in the morning.) Now, I like the quiet.
The television seems like noise most of the time. I don't like having the TV just be on in the background...it's an overload to have so many forms of media encompassing all moments of life. I like hearing the sound of my breathing...I actually feel alive. I don't feel dead. The television makes me feel dead. It makes me feel like I'm living life passively. The less TV, the better.
I take that back, TV is cool when it is engadging. When you can connect with it, instead of just being entertained by it. Like Grey's Anatomy. It's a connectable show. Some people connect with Emeril Live. Others connect with Friends or CNN.
Alas, life is moving quickly...faster by the year, it seems. I don't know whether I like it. Sometimes I wish it would fast forward to the age of 27, other times I wish I could stay in a place forever. So...i'm undecided. But, what I have decided, is that it's better with the volume turned down.
A side note--progress is being made on proving the inherent good of love. I hope.
From round the country, and the world.
So. As most people do, I keep track of blog visitors. Don't worry, the only valuable information is the location of where people access my blog from, when they do, and how long they stay, etc. It's pretty standard stuff.
But...what boggles my mind, is where people log-in from.
Like...Denver, CO. I know about 3 people in Colorado...and I don't think any are from Denver. Boulder, maybe. It's kind of cool...especially because its Denver. I want to visit Denver SOOOO badly. Colorado in general. From what I can understand, I think I would love it there. Boulder too...except I don't think I'm wealthy enough, maybe not liberal enough, either.
24Bash II is next week:
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Cacti are around
So, I bring this post from sunny Phoenix, AZ. I'm sitting at "Sky Harbor" International Airport, and I decided a post was in order. I was most recently in Seattle, WA moving my father there.
We drove.
Here is one of the pictures.
So, there is some ethical dillema that has been bothering me quite a lot recently. The homeless.
Actually, let me articulate more. How do you handle/help the homeless on the street? Do you "spare change for a good friend", or "have a nice day" (a shout-out to all my Ann Arbor people). How much do you give a homeless man on the street? Should you give cash, or your Starbucks Latte? What will they purchase with it? Does it help or exacerbate the problem of having homeless people in the first place?
This problem definitely existed in Washington D.C. as well as every other city/town that one goes to. Sometimes I can't even beleive the getups of people panhandling. I don't know who to believe or what to do. Also, my beliefs of the free-market economy come into conflict...bringing this issue to something of a political dillema instead of just a moral and ethical one.
So, from what I understand about free-markets, peoples work and value of work dictate how much they should be paid, which is why Doctors get paid more than people who work as airline baggage handlers. The amount of skills and demand for doctors is greater than that of baggage handlers, so they are paid more. That's simple. So, now look at the average homeless person. The value of their services is slim, if anything at all. So, when adhering to free market principles, it makes sense not to give them any money. Artifically adjusting their wage would lead to surpluses and shortages (however small).
1-strike against helping the homeless.
But, then there is the notion of welfare, noblesse oblige, and helping those who are less fortunate than ourselves. As a well off human being I should try to help others. This doesn't require me to empty my pockets though, I think. I think pure altruism is a bunch of baloney in the long run anyway. (I'll just leave it at that...from the philisophical standpoint that I studied in my philosophy class last year). But, even a nickel or a dime. Or a cup of coffee. Or a candy bar. Surely that isn't too much to spare. And I can still function without difference than before if I spare a bit of loose change. On top of it all, helping others has somewhat of a selfish feeling. So, it appeals to my ego as well as my moral sensibilities. Helping others, its something we learned in Kindergarten, right?
1-strike against balking at the homeless
Okay, then theres the issue of the greater good. This sort of falls in line with free-marketing, but I think its sufficiently different to highlight on its own. What about the greater good? What if the homeless person buys cigarettes, or booze, or drugs. What if giving them a handbill prevents them from getting a job, and keeps them on the track of just getting by. And, theres the issue of...personal safety. It seems like a small risk to mingle with people who could be dangerous in some way shape or form. (Gosh I should like a neo-con). Society is better off cutting the fat, and people have to be held responsible for their actions right?
2-strikes against helping the homeless
And, the final issue on my conscience, what if those homeless are incapable of helping themselves? What if they are disabled? Insane? In poor health? What if they can't get by, and a little leg up will help them? Then it would be in the interest of the greater good to help them. If they were able to rise with a boost, its better to boost them and have them be off the homelessness circuit, right?
2-strikes against balking at the homeless
So...I'm at a stalemate. At least in this discourse.
But...There's something that happend that I think needs some sunlight.
I was in this park in Seattle yesterday, and I was watching some people, virtually all kids playing by this large fountain. This man, comes by on a bike. I think he was selling homeless newspapers (Village Voice-esque perhaps?) to make money. He seemed to only have a bike, shoes, a little bit of clothing, and a duffel bag of supplies. If he had more, he didn't have much more than that.
He asked me to watch his stuff while he went nearby and enjoyed the fountain (this is a really large fountain by the way). And he went. And he was free. He enjoyed.
When he came back, he reminded me about how awesome it is, and now necessary it is to just feel free. And it made sense. He didn't have much, but he was free. He loved himself. He was infinite. He was capable of only loving other people. We had a pretty nice chat. He was interesting. Talking to him was inspiring, not because he was down-trodden, but because he was one of the free-est people I've ever met. (Melanie/Jessi--not that I think you've ever read my blog--, you would've enjoyed this quite a lot, I think).
And...at the end of it. I thought. I might not be giving this guy a dollar, and hes not asking for any. But what's important--for us both--is that were communicating. And regardless of your philosophy on how to help the poor or homeless, we should be comfortable with the issue. Our daily experiences should be at least a little bit more than brushing aside someone begging for change which pretending to listen to an MP3 players (I'm definitely guility of this...it's hard not to do, because its so easy and innocent). Maybe its just our mentality. Maybe we should try to remember that the homeless/poor/eccentric/disadvantaged, regardless of whether we help them, are people too...and if we tried to help them, it would be better if we could look them in the eye and shake their hand.
That guy at the park, I don't know his name. But, he wished me a beautiful day, safe travels, and that he loved me. I cared for him too, i told him that i thought he was a beautiful person, and I meant it. He may not have asked me for help, and I may not have given him any...but after talking to him, as I walked out of the park, I sure wished he had enough to eat that night.
Perfect, it's boarding time. Adios Phoenix, Hello De-troit.
"All my gangstas and all my thugs..."
Wants/Personal Update
In the past few years, I have spent many moons thinking about basic human wants. In the past few hours, I think I have arrived at a working set of "wants". I ask, please review them, and comment and discuss...especially if you think I'm missing something. I'm not entirely sure if I am, but please comment. Also, please bear in mind that these categories may be inclusive (or for that matter exclusive) of what you may consider more primary wants. But, the fact that we may use different words to describe the same things is interesting in itself.
List:
1. To have peace.
2. To be loved.
3. To be free.
4. To have purpose.
I think that this is the order, as well. Please let me know if you think that the order is out of whack as well.
Now...the issue is. Knowing what I want, and not knowing how to get it. It's damn stressful. We'll...yes, it is. If I wasn't thinking about it, it would mean I'd become complacent. I'll pass on complacency. 'Live' is an active verb, ("He lived" versus "He was lived."). If you don't live actively, make it by choice. Meaning, if you choose to take a step back and go with the flow, don't let it be a rationalization of inaction. Be strong. Press on. (this was my self-taught lesson of the day--thoughts about self-study are to come later, I'm sure.)
------PERSONAL UPDATE------
I arrived in Detroit Thursday.
I'm leaving for Seattle on Saturday morning. My father and I are driving there because has accepted a job in Washington State. He needs a car there, which in my world means roadtrip. I will be arriving in Michigan late Saturday evening (12th of August).
I leave for school late-week, around the 23rd-24th of August, whatever that Thursday/Friday is.
24-bash's date will be set on the road somewhere. Check your facebooks ladies and gents.
My freshmen tour of Ann Arbor will be announced as well.
Call me while I'm gone?
Media Thoughts - Middle East Coverage
First of all, I think I’m in love with the Washington Post. It’s a great newspaper. It isn’t as comprehensive, and the editorial columnists aren’t nearly as fantastic as the New York Times just as its business section blows compared to the Wall Street Journal (and in general) just as it layout is horrible and I’d almost rather read USA Today because it’s packaging is much more attractive. But, it’s a great all around paper: balanced, adequate, and equally fun and serious. And, I find it to have pretty good analysis and good regard for journalistic ethics and standards.
I was just reading an installment from the Ombudsman (the actual piece, here which was quite interesting, I think) and it triggered one of my complaints of American newspapers. It’s Israel coverage, or rather the consequences of it’s Israel coverage.
Here’s where I reveal my biases on the Israel/Middle East conflict. I must admit, I’m only just starting to keep this issue on my radar; my knowledge on Israel/Lebanon/Gaza Strip/Middle East conflict is miniscule, far less than I need to make a reputable opinion on the matter. However, I’m a fan of stability, and I think military extremism (as it is expressed in the middle east) cannot co-exist with stability. This opinion holds true for Israel and its enemies. I’m not sure I can say that I side with either of the foes, but my gut feeling is that Israel is probably the more right, but definitely fueling the flames of its own fate.
Unfortunately, I find it very difficult to get a good opinion of what is true/false, or right/wrong in regards to the middle east. Coverage of the issue is something I would consider jaded. I think newspapers feel rather restricted to paint Israel negatively. As the Washington Post Magazine illustrated well in last week’s issue, the Israel lobby is extremely powerful. I think it sensible to believe that this power extends to the influence of media and popular culture. They sure are influential on campus.
With this looming negative reaction to posting anything pro-palestine, how are we to expect that newspapers are being diligent in giving a full view of the issue? On top of that, how can I hold a grudge over it? The problem with accepting this though, is how do I go about forming a rational opinion over Israeli affairs?
Yes, I know that I can seek out other opinions, like going to overseas news sources, or talking to people on both sides…but the truth is that’s hard. I barely have time to read the paper, blogs, and other American newspapers. I don’t have enough time or will to become an expert of Israel. That’s what I depend on newspapers for.
I must admit though, I’ve been surprised that I’ve been more or less satisfied with the coverage. The coverage of extremist events have been less than extremist. The coverage has been passionately dis-passionate and seems to have been reported well.
One more point, I definitely think its important to have variety even within a microcosm of the newspaper world (e.g. the varying Op/Ed conclustions between the NyTimes, WashPost, WSJ, LaTimes, etc..) News is hard to report, and there have been many good faith efforts across the globe.
I guess to step down from my stump, and summarize: I wish newspapers didn’t have to pander to an audience. I know that this will never happen (at least short of a revolution in the journalism that makes it much more profitable/cost effective or public outcry) So, a final word. Subscribe to a newspaper, don’t free ride. Write letters to editors. Participate. Back up the talk. (I don’t think I’m being hypocritical, I have a paid subscription to the WashPost and I’ve written letters to newspaper editors, etc.)
Howard Kurtz, a Washington Post Media Columnist, had a nice section in his blog entry about this. I read it in midst of/after writing this post.
A quick question – Did anyone else notice how the WashPost buried Bush’s veto story (the day after the veto) on Page 4? I was cheezed. What was up with that, I thought that was front-page material, easy.
Media Commentary.
First of all, I think I’m in love with the Washington Post. It’s a great newspaper. It isn’t as comprehensive, and the editorial columnists aren’t nearly as fantastic as the New York Times just as its business section blows compared to the Wall Street Journal (and in general) just as it layout is horrible and I’d almost rather read USA Today because it’s packaging is much more attractive. But, it’s a great all around paper: balanced, adequate, and equally fun and serious. And, I find it to have pretty good analysis and good regard for journalistic ethics and standards.
I was just reading an installment from the Ombudsman (the actual piece, here which was quite interesting, I think) and it triggered one of my complaints of American newspapers. It’s Israel coverage, or rather the consequences of it’s Israel coverage.
Here’s where I reveal my biases on the Israel/Middle East conflict. I must admit, I’m only just starting to keep this issue on my radar; my knowledge on Israel/Lebanon/Gaza Strip/Middle East conflict is miniscule, far less than I need to make a reputable opinion on the matter. However, I’m a fan of stability, and I think military extremism (as it is expressed in the middle east) cannot co-exist with stability. This opinion holds true for Israel and its enemies. I’m not sure I can say that I side with either of the foes, but my gut feeling is that Israel is probably the more right, but definitely fueling the flames of its own fate.
Unfortunately, I find it very difficult to get a good opinion of what is true/false, or right/wrong in regards to the middle east. Coverage of the issue is something I would consider jaded. I think newspapers feel rather restricted to paint Israel negatively. As the Washington Post Magazine illustrated well in last week’s issue, the Israel lobby is extremely powerful. I think it sensible to believe that this power extends to the influence of media and popular culture. They sure are influential on campus.
With this looming negative reaction to posting anything pro-palestine, how are we to expect that newspapers are being diligent in giving a full view of the issue? On top of that, how can I hold a grudge over it? The problem with accepting this though, is how do I go about forming a rational opinion over Israeli affairs?
Yes, I know that I can seek out other opinions, like going to overseas news sources, or talking to people on both sides…but the truth is that’s hard. I barely have time to read the paper, blogs, and other American newspapers. I don’t have enough time or will to become an expert of Israel. That’s what I depend on newspapers for.
I must admit though, I’ve been surprised that I’ve been more or less satisfied with the coverage. The coverage of extremist events have been less than extremist. The coverage has been passionately dis-passionate and seems to have been reported well.
One more point, I definitely think its important to have variety even within a microcosm of the newspaper world (e.g. the varying Op/Ed conclustions between the NyTimes, WashPost, WSJ, LaTimes, etc..) News is hard to report, and there have been many good faith efforts across the globe.
I guess to step down from my stump, and summarize: I wish newspapers didn’t have to pander to an audience. I know that this will never happen (at least short of a revolution in the journalism that makes it much more profitable/cost effective or public outcry) So, a final word. Subscribe to a newspaper, don’t free ride. Write letters to editors. Participate. Back up the talk. (I don’t think I’m being hypocritical, I have a paid subscription to the WashPost and I’ve written letters to newspaper editors, etc.)
Howard Kurtz, a Washington Post Media Columnist, had a nice section in his blog entry about this. I read it in midst of/after writing this post.
A quick question – Did anyone else notice how the WashPost buried Bush’s veto story (the day after the veto) on Page 4? I was cheezed. What was up with that, I thought that was front-page material, easy.
Offspring Alienation Syndrome
I feel terrible. I think I just made my mom really sad on the phone. I don’t know why I do this, or why it continues to happen. Naturally, I wasn’t even trying to be an jack-ass, uppity, or inconsiderate. Is it me? Is it pretty much everyone? Why does this happen? Why does this phenomenon of offspring alienation happen?
Do you know what I’m talking about? Hopefully this doesn’t happen for everyone, but at the same time I hope I’m not alone is making my mom so flustered after most telephone calls. Anyway, this phenomenon is the discomfort when parents/guardians call on the phone, just to check in or talk about nothing, or to nag, or to just chat because they haven’t spoken with their “baby” all day. This occurs everyday, and it happens without fail. If you missed the call you get the “where were you?” If you don’t call back for a few hours then the response is: “Why didn’t you call back, I was worried,” of course in a gleeful, un-alarming tone which is so innocent it’s almost cause for skepticism. It’s that intervention for no reason that seems like such a violation of newly discovered independence and adulthood; it’s indulgence and an easy excuse for ego-centrism it’s almost ridiculous. It’s obviously wonderful to be cared about, but why do I feel so much irritation if it’s coming from mom and dad, and not the best buddy or the girl of my dreams?
I often wonder if it’s because our parents are overindulgent…almost as if it was an extension of their consumerism and boomer mentality. Our parents are prone to succumb to the pressures of an uncertain world, I think, and they babied us because of it. (Especially those of us brought up in the WASPy suburbs) Can they help it? Should I blame them? Parents just want to hear our voices and be a part of our lives—make sure that they remain important and don’t get lost as time passes, their generation fades away and our reaches our prime. Who can blame them for wanting to feel loved? I sure can’t. They set a good example, too. They give love, so they can in turn receive love.
Then maybe its us too. I like being in control of my surroundings. I like customizing things to how I like them. I like trickin’ out the computer with all my favorite apps, just as I like jockeying the radio when I’m driving in the car. It’s almost compulsive how I skip over songs I don’t like or flip through TV channels that are boring. If I create change, I can be on top of it. If I embrace the inevitability of inconsistency I don’t have to answer to anyone else’s orders or requests. In a nutshell, if I perceive that I’m changing my environment, nobody else can. On top of that, there’s the unattractiveness of a constant force shaping our lives. Our parents are always involved, challenging us, molding us. It’s not a ‘pleasant surprise’ when they make their daily cameo appearance…in fact it’s not a cameo appearance at all. They are part of the supporting cast, or the executive producers if anything. When parents call, there is expectation. When there is expectation, there’s a certain amount of control over the environment that is lost. That makes us uncomfortable…our generation has been conditioned on ergonomics and push-button changeability. In other words, when our parents are in our realm, we’re reminded that there are deals that we’re locked into.
But, at the same time that line of thinking seems terribly illogical. Why shut out a close relationship, when close relationships are important and seemingly what people crave most? Why put parents on the back burner when they’re a guaranteed ace-in-the-hole? The only reason I can think of is because the conversation becomes terribly one-sided and the expectation is that we are children to our parents, and rightfully so. Because…we are. That’s unfortunate though, because as children we have this obsession with growing. And in turn, our relationships have to grow too.
And, I think that’s the moral that I’m getting out of this. To have truly deep relationships there is evidence of two things we must learn to do:
Learn to accept and appreciate indulgence.
When close relationships arrive in life, they are bound to become more focused and intimate—I sure hope so, otherwise what’s the point of ‘settling down’? So, to prevent the a similar Spousal Alienation I think it’s important to learn to accept that there could definitely be someone out there who is gaga over you. Cause once ya’ have someone around that’s really great, why pull away from them? Also, having someone who loves you unconditionally definitely seems better than the opposite.
Taking relationships step by step, cherish them, and not spoil them—learning not to go overboard.
This I think, is equally important. It takes two to tango, and learning to stop from pushing someone away is equally important is not pulling away. I think the net effect is wonderful. Two people, committed to a relationship, who appreciate and nurture it. People who love unconditionally, and force themselves to love every minute and not take any second for granted.
I don’t know about ya’ll, but that sounds wonderful to me. Next time, I should have some more patience when talking to my parents on the telephone, my sweetheart—and consequently myself—will thank me for it someday.
NyTimes
I'm quite dissapointed in the Bush administration, and the Republican party.
I'm not even sure they remember what they're "fighting" for.
I think it's about time to stop bullying the New York Times for doing their job.
The WashPost had a nice synopsis of what's going on in today's paper.
There are many things I disagree with the government about, and a lot of things I hold my tongue about. I don't think its smart, respectful, or appropriate to shoot my mouth of being overly critical of an executive that has a tough job, in tough times.
I even am starting to open my mind to other issues that I have trouble understanding the other side on: Gay Marriage, Flag Burning, etc. (Which by the way, are less important issues to be debating in the summer term than say...immigration, healthcare, or foreign policy). But I'm drawing my line in the sand right here--Don't tread on free speech.
Also, the LATimes and the WashPost both published similar stories about the bank records program. I didn't even find the pieces to be un-objective. They were well done, descriptive, and piercing. In my opinion, they were good pieces of journalism.
This seems to me to be a new age of McCarthyism, except McCarthy is now the Executive Branch of the government teamed with House Republicans, and the scare is not communism, but poor poll ratings.
The New York Times is shedding light, bringing the best disinfectant to government action. Free press is crucially necessary to the stability of a democratic populous (note the lower case 'd')...without one, we would be blind to any tyrannies of the government which may arise. Want to know what a society without a free press is like? Go to China. Which I suppose is okay, but from what I've read/heard about the country, it has some serious human rights issues.
But anyway, I don't think these gripes from govt. insiders is about protecting national security...there's no way terrorists are oblivious to the sensitivity of bank records...especially after it's been expressed publicly that were going after the money.
Basically, aside from the hot-air. Think of it this way...free speech is a value instilled by the First Amendment to the constitution. The amendment was created precisely to mitigate a govt. attempt to curb free speech.
Not that the program is illegal, (which I've read it is not), but I think the government should set an example of valuing rights and liberties, especially when trying to build a nation as such.
Our actions abroad should match our actions at home...for saving face, and for principles sake. Hopefully our next mission after Operation Iraqi Freedom doesn't have to be Operation Freedom of the Press.
I'm a proud reader of the NYTimes, WashPost and other news outlets. And, supporting them doesn't make me Un-American, it makes me an active, aware, informed citizen. I think historically, it's much more American to be concious of government and particpate in it then to incubate leaders from criticism, wave a flag, and call it a day. Flags are cool though, despite my views on patriotism, there's one on my desk right now.
For me that flag doesn't stand for a historic war, a party, or a dead president. That flag stands for my freedom to learn, to love, to listen, to speak, and to participate. The free press is an integral part of that process.
Woops.
I apologize for the hiatus, I didn't really enter the blogsphere this week. I realized that I forgot about the weekly This I Believe session. Here it is, I figure that it is better late then never.
9:00 PM --Start to think of a topic.
9:04 PM -- Mind is wandering.
9:08 PM -- Let's Begin
I have a bad habit, sometimes it bad, embarassing, or inappropriate. Usually though, nobody really minds, and I love it. I sing. I dance. But...the scandalous part it, I do it all in public. Furthermore, I do it on the street corner.
And, I'm going to do it again. And again.
It's not a terrible thing because I'm off key (which I am), or that I dance like a horny hooligan (I lost interest in that years ago), but it's just that I do it so publicly. On street-corners, in subway stations, in line at restaurants, everywhere. Most of the time it's unnoticed, sometimes I get a smile or two, and sometimes others get terribly uncomfortable or embarassed. The sidewalk becomes a stage. It's really cool.
And, It's very healthy.
It's an exercise in freedom. It's a challenge to a comfort zone. It keeps me on my toes. It's liberating. It forces me to slow down and breathe. It's time to myself.
Really though, I do it for the sake of being a contrarian. It's a quick jab in the mouth of the stupid side of civilization. Since when did it become so necessary to be formal on the commute across town? Singing on the street has the net-effect of posting a billboard that says 'For crissakes, loosen up."
I think it's silly to feel awkward in a public place when saying 'bless you' to a stranger, or sitting in silence on a plane/metro/restaurant. Why are we avoiding eachother. We're all human, we're all in the same place, we all are wearing clothes...why perpetuate this discomfort with eachother.
This simple notion seems to translate into other areas. Let me put it into the form of a question. Would nations get along better if world leaders weren't so uptight in their daily lives? Wouldn't making friends with strangers expand world-views and foster more understand, fellowship, and cooperation?
I'm not prepared to leave these questions unanswered. To my knowledge, these things can matter a lot. I think constantly improving the atmosphere may go unnoticed in the present, but is invaluable in the future. Societal norms are the sort of things that need chipping away at. They take time, and effort, and collaboration.
Singing and dancing in public is one of the ways I do my part to "make the world a better place", I guess. I believe in it. Think of it this way, If I'm being awkward in public, everyone else doesn't have to. Haha.
Once again, I am putting in a plug for The This I Believe series.
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Just a link to a draft of a poem today.
http://refrigeratordoor.blogspot.com/2006/06/quiet-time.html
The Quiet Time.
The people, were there.
Just like yesterday.
Waiting.
Cue stage left.
Some sat, read, or stayed standing but all
Waiting as the bum-ba-ba-ba-bumba-chicka
Bum-ba-ba-ba-bumba-chicka pattered the rhythm of the morning.
Quickly setting in with the shoes on the weathered low pile orange carpet,
Worn and stained by sneakers, stilettos, and pieces of the city street.
A relic of the 70’s.
And the keeper of the quiet time.
Hold us close and stay with us awhile,
If the city is our home, she is our nanny,
Sneaking us a taste of alone.
Like the chewy sweets and chocolates our babysitters slipped into our palms when our parents weren’t home, and said no.
Her voice, white, pushes my mind off-track as we scoot along together.
I usually think about love, or politics, or being grown.
There minutes later, I’m there. Hell, I’m already wearing the clothes.
I look down at my shoes, half a pair. Breathe out. Look forward, peer left, resume.
And it hits me…
Notready,notready.Tomorrow,toofast.ButI’malmosthere,nextyear,tomorrow,there,fear.Notstopping,peerleft,resume.Peerright,resume.Fidgetyfidgetyfingersandtheheartbeat.Repeat.Eat.Repeat.AndI’mwalking,feetfeetfeetgo!
And wait.
From the ground up, courage soaks my bones. Glance up, resume. Stage right cue.
And it’s quiet time again.
Minority Experience- Part 1
I’m going to try to break this down for you. Because of affirmative action, immigration, the voting rights act renewal—all of which have minority themes running through them—I’m going to help all the non-minorities out and rap with you for a second. Here is the essence (as I observe, imagine, assume, and have experienced) of being a minority in the United States of America in 2006.*-note that some of these feelings may not be shared by all minorities, the minority experience can vary intensely even between groups that have some stark similarities. Also, note that these prejudices/observations are not committed by all individuals either. However, the fact that they do, or have in the recent past, is notable because when translating across a population their effects and reach are significant. In other words, just because everyone isn’t a bigot, doesn’t mean that the following statements are isolated or even uncommon.
Your ethnic dress is criticized. Imagine if you wore [insert one of the following: Abercrombie, Hollister, JCrew, Tommy Hilfiger, Nike, Adidas, etc.] and someone made fun of you because you weren’t wearing a tunic. “My ethnic dress has been critically called a ‘smock’ before.”
Imagine the world without being able to walk, see, hear, etc.
The previous statement isn’t the kicker. Now, imagine a culture that turns their head away when you walk by. Don’t deny it, I do it too…I’m sure as hell trying not to.
You are harassed, or the victim of malicious commentary in your workplace (this can happen to many groups because or race, gender, disability, etc.) This has happened to my mother because of her race.
Someone tells you to “get out of the country”. (think anti-immigration protests)
Your friends’ parents are surprised to find that you’re not White, or Christian. The looks are easy to spot, believe me.
Say you’re purely in love with someone. Their parents/grand-parents/family aren’t used to being exposed to other races. It may not harm your relationship, but it sure can make ya sweat.
You seem to get searched at the airport, a lot.
You probably benefit at several key moments because you are a minority, and many institutions value diversity (schools, businesses, government)
You feel like your leading a double life because your heritage and your day-to-day life are less than compatible.
You are visually unique. I love it!
You’ve got a different name—really cool, sometimes not so much.
Bi-lingual.
You’re left out (physical, gender, racial, intelligence, socio-economic status, etc.)
You’re in (same factors apply)
You’re not allowed to marry, or the union has arbitrary benefits.
PS- If you’re going to talk the talk about gay-marriage and say that its prohibited, would you walk the walk and make it apply to you, too?
Products don’t seem to always fit you. (Right-handed scissors, bandages don’t match skin tone, makeup and cosmetics aren’t the right color, clothing doesn’t come in your size or fit body type well)
You have to deal with people not taking the time to understand factual evidence your beliefs/history and misrepresent you.
You are not represented proportionally in government.
You benefit from a cultural/diverse upbringing.
You don’t get credit you deserve, or get excessive amounts of credit for something minimal because the action is attributed to minority status.
You have to hide elements of your own identity, because they are “taboo”. Athiesm, agnosticism, for example.
I’m going to leave off on that list there. But, remember there are many positive and negative things that come with being a minority. I recommend re-reading that list and trying to imagine yourself as a minority going through those circumstances.
Now, for the point.
Similar to how it would be difficult for me to make an educated decision about womens’ reproductive rights, it’s similarly asinine for anyone (you, politicians, etc,) to make choice regarding minority issues without consultation with minorities. So, here’s a glimpse.I present these because of the incredibly one-sided conversations I hear when people discuss minority issues. Imagine what you would do if you were a minority and someone took your rights away, or denied the fact that your rights were less acknowledged. Would you be upset? Would you fight? Would you feel like crap?Cause yes, being a minority in America is difficult. You don’t know who you are at times. You’re identity is questioned. If you’re a black male your chances of success are lower. If you’re a woman your pay rate is probably less.I hear the bleachers yelling, everyone goes through that. It’s part of being a teenager. But the difference is, this is a constant in the life of a minority. It’s not just a phase. Believe me, in your group of people close to you, it becomes a non-issue. But not everyone in the country knows you as who you are, they know you as a minority. When in the majority, you aren’t predisposed experience minorities are accustomed to.
Also, it’s not an issue of having differences. We’re more similar than anything. But really, if you treat someone as if they’re mostly different instead of mostly similar, you’ve got some hell coming. From my desk right now, I’d recommend: treat someone as if they’re mostly similar (because they probably are) not the same, when encountered with a difference, try to look for how mutual benefit can be created for those differences, and not dwell on the mutual harm that can be created. Differences are dangerous, but these variations/changes are how progress happens…so we need them.Look for more on this topic, my words will become more focused and eloquent as I’ve thought about it for a longer period of time.
minorities
I’m going to try to break this down for you. Because of affirmative action, immigration, the voting rights act renewal—all of which have minority themes running through them—I’m going to help all the non-minorities out and rap with you for a second. Here is the essence (as I observe, imagine, assume, and have experienced) of being a minority in the United States of America in 2006.
*-note that some of these feelings may not be shared by all minorities, the minority experience can vary intensely even between groups that have some stark similarities. Also, note that these prejudices/observations are not committed by all individuals either. However, the fact that they do, or have in the recent past, is notable because when translating across a population their effects and reach are significant. In other words, just because everyone isn’t a bigot, doesn’t mean that the following statements are isolated or even uncommon.
Your ethnic dress is criticized. Imagine if you wore [insert one of the following: Abercrombie, Hollister, JCrew, Tommy Hilfiger, Nike, Adidas, etc.] and someone made fun of you because you weren’t wearing a tunic. “My ethnic dress has been critically called a ‘smock’ before.”
Imagine the world without being able to walk, see, hear, etc.
The previous statement isn’t the kicker. Now, imagine a culture that turns their head away when you walk by. Don’t deny it, I do it too…I’m sure as hell trying not to.
You are harassed, or the victim of malicious commentary in your workplace (this can happen to many groups because or race, gender, disability, etc.) This has happened to my mother because of her race.
Someone tells you to “get out of the country”. (think anti-immigration protests)
Your friends’ parents are surprised to find that you’re not White, or Christian. The looks are easy to spot, believe me.
Say you’re purely in love with someone. Their parents/grand-parents/family aren’t used to being exposed to other races. It may not harm your relationship, but it sure can make ya sweat.
You seem to get searched at the airport, a lot.
You probably benefit at several key moments because you are a minority, and many institutions value diversity (schools, businesses, government)
You feel like your leading a double life because your heritage and your day-to-day life are less than compatible.
You are visually unique. I love it!
You’ve got a different name—really cool, sometimes not so much.
Bi-lingual.
You’re left out (physical, gender, racial, intelligence, socio-economic status, etc.)
You’re in (same factors apply)
You’re not allowed to marry, or the union has arbitrary benefits.
PS- If you’re going to talk the talk about gay-marriage and say that its prohibited, would you walk the walk and make it apply to you, too?
Products don’t seem to always fit you. (Right-handed scissors, bandages don’t match skin tone, makeup and cosmetics aren’t the right color, clothing doesn’t come in your size or fit body type well)
You have to deal with people not taking the time to understand factual evidence your beliefs/history and misrepresent you.
You are not represented proportionally in government.
You benefit from a cultural/diverse upbringing.
You don’t get credit you deserve, or get excessive amounts of credit for something minimal because the action is attributed to minority status.
You have to hide elements of your own identity, because they are “taboo”. Athiesm, agnosticism, for example.
Long Term Economic plan?
Somebody help me out here. I'm no econ major, nor a self-believed super genius. I need help understanding this issue. But, don't flood me with speculation and "woulda/coulda", if you can help it.
The way I see it, education for the masses should be part of our long term strategy for eliminating poverty. That way, people move out of being forced to work for minimum wage jobs, unskilled/semi-skilled labor jobs are phased out over time, companies upgrade systems to make labor work more efficiently, and people move towards higher paying jobs that they are more qualified for. Then people working in the service sector move to part time, and to people who are not completed with education.
Then, market forces would push the minimum wage up naturally, over time of course, because the pool of workers for the lower end of the wage scale would decrease. Right?
Granted this all depends on not having an influx of workers who are uneducated artificially driving wage levels down. And, this seems like it would need a big distinction between rich and poor.
Or, would increasing the minimum wage lower the amount of low-end jobs and then after some 'growing pains' force people to increase levels of education because of the lack of work at unskilled levels?
Also, education, i think...is a privilege of being a thinking thing. Why not use a brain if we have one.
What I'm really trying to learn about is economic strategies where the rich continue to get rich (perhaps at the cost of a slower rate of increase) and the poor also start to get richer. I feel like someone would've figured this out, though.
Comments? Guidance? Please?
Beliefs- Part 1
I listen every week, via RSS feed a program on NPR that airs every monday. It is called "This I Believe". You may remember it from a previous post. This program never stops inspiring me, and it always pushes my thoughts to the frontier of beliefs and peps me up to write sometime. I'm going to try every Monday night to free-write about a belief, just to see what develops. Maybe I'll figure out something new, maybe it will be crummy. In any case, it's straight from the hip; a few moments thought and then pouring my soul out. Let's give it a try.
PS- I like updating the blog everyday, I wish I could do this all day.
10:35 PM - The thinking begins.
10:35 - Here we go.
Exercising is something I feel strongly about, and feel compelled to do, but certain kinds of exercise seem more valuable than others. I believe in running in the rain, I never miss an opportuntiy-I just did it today.
Running in the rain is always an adventure. The slosh-around-squeaky-sock-action comes after you step into your first puddle, there's plenty of head shaking to spray water from clumped together strands of hair, and probably best of all there's always gawkers. Always gawkers. I espeically like it when drivers of shiny black cars (that probably are not of optimal gasoline effieciency) have that look of pure shock of seeing someone actually outside during a downpour.
I love that running in the rain is challenging. Water drips from clothing, weighing you down and making you push harder. Breath on the way in is a little bit colder and harder to come by, after awhile your ears are bound to hurt-the best part is the rain makes you push harder. I never try as hard as when I'm drenched in cloud juice...running in the rain builds character.
But, let me tell you why I really like it. It's kind of...well, personal.
I feel infinite when I run in the rain. I feel like I'm a part of the earth, like a continuous flowing piece of energy constantly moving my legs, arms, and heart with water blurring the lines between where my limbs and the earth begin. The experience makes me feel like I'm part of a greater whole. Running in the rain is like infinity.
My thoughts drop and drip just like the water, cleaning away confusion just like the windows of very tall buildings being washed by the storm. I feel like I'm free to love, and laugh, smile, and imagine. I understand things a little bit better, like why people die, and why love is powerful, and the allure of thinking for the sake of advancing the wit and knowledge and capacity of people. Not to mention, the chance of kissing in the rain (of course it depends on how much you care about your running companion)
In a world of success, corruption, intensity, duty, and routine running in the rain helps me reclaim my humanity. It's a progression--not regression--to a more natural state, even if I am wearing Nike shoes. The feeling is raw, and robust, and vivid...it's like biting into a wonderful while barefoot in an orchard...it's getting back to how humans have lived for millenia.
Running in the rain. Try it once and you'll never let the opportunity pass you by again.
-Close, 10:52 PM-
Why I am a civil libertarian (and why you should be too)
I read 1984 first when I was in fifth grade. I thought it was creepy. I read it again my junior year of high school, and it persists in remaining my favorite novel. I think it's wonderful. A very excellent story with layers of plot and character development, a chilling satirrical message, and a stinging conclusion.
When I re-read the book with more experience and grasp of government a few years ago, it stung even more. The plot became more believeable and timeless. I imagined Winston's world and it didn't seem completely outlandish.
That book, literally freaked me out because of the implications that an Orwellian world presents. It's not a safe world for challenging people. I'm not a conventional person, I hold unorthodox beliefs. If I lived in Winston's world, Big Brother would have killed me long ago. I see elements of Winston in me.
[Subject Break]
I was reading Friday's Washington Post (forgive me, I know I should finish the paper on the day its released) yesterday afternoon, and I came across an op-ed piece which I didn't think I would enjoy, and I didn't. But in the long run, it did turn out to be worthwhile; I figured out why I'm such a civil libertarian.
I was reading this piece and I was pretty bored. The whole "Stay the course" --> "There is no course" banter has been overdone I think, and I'm trying to grit my teeth through op/eds that touch on this topic.
And I finally realized when I read:
Nobody's sorry, though, about secret CIA prisons or extralegal detention or interrogation by brutal "waterboarding" or an Orwellian blanket of domestic surveillance. After all, we're at "war."
The comparison of the state of civil liberties in the USA didn't seem comparable to 'Orwellian' the last time I thought about it. Until yesterday my under-the-breath jokes of coughcough1984coughcough after discourse about wiretapping seemed like nothing more than jokes.
Now, they seem like analogies.
1. I'm not sure if my phone is being wiretapped, without the requirement of approval by a judge, presidential power. Yes, I make and recieve international calls, so I do have standing --> Fear of cameras/wiretapping/communications monitoring for Winston.
2. "If you're not for the war, you're not for our troops" --> Allegiance to the party and joining the Women's Anti-sex league "just to be safe"
3. The camera that busts Winston and Julia for having sex in the Prole apartment --> cases challenging government intervention in the bedroom (Texas sodomy law struck down Sodomy law in Lawerence v. Texas)
These are all brief comparisons that are unarticulated, but the analogies remain. National Security is great, and I don't mind getting my bags searched at the airport, or at the smithsonian, or at the stadium. But an executive branch culture that doesn't seem to show remorse about civil liberties is something I have a difficult time with.
I'm a civil libertarian because 1984 seems real to me, you should be a civil libertarian because your in the same boat as I am, whether or not you lend any weight to Orwell. At the end of the day, we all place our trust in the government, and have to let them go about their way. We're depending on the government to watch our back and protect us from dangerous entities that are foreign and domestic (nuclear war, 'terrorism', flu epidemics, severe weather, spying, and economic collapse).
As I implied, all this is going on behind our backs, I seriously doubt that we'll be able to react instantaneously to protect our rights and liberties as citizens. The government is massive.
Also, it takes much struggling to reclaim, or gain rights that we have lost. Supreme Court precedent is weighty. The right to vote took hundreds of years to fall, 'seperate but equal' remained for longer than I wish to admit to, the supreme court is now falling a little bit to the right.
You should be a Civil Libertarian because if the cost of losing a right is higher than the cost of being a socially concious citizen. If you feel comfortable conceding some of your rights that's pretty legit, I admire your trust in the system, and think I would benefit by learning from you. But...at least know about it when it's happening.
And finally, I think you should be a Civil Libertarian--out of respect. To turn a war-mongering phrase on it's head...many people have fought for our rights, I think you owe it to them to try to protect them and be stingy with them...otherwise the people that died for them would've died in vain. Right?
One for the little guy
I’m going to take the time right now to advocate for the most underrepresented sense of them all—smell. Think about it, vision and hearing are givens, we think about them every day. People always are conscious of the ‘sights and sounds’ that are around them at all times.
Touch, touch seems to be a big deal, for most of your life too. When growing up, touch is the way that babies explore the world. As toddlers, we continued this trend and grabbed things in our hands and touched them. Dare I say I still remember the way my ‘blanki’ feels? Even later in life, we embrace…hug, kiss, massage, pat on the back, hold hands, have sex. All of that is touching. Touch is clearly represented.
Taste? Umm…food? Everyone eats, with the exception of people who lost their intestines or like have serious digestive problems, and in that case, my deepest sympathies are given. Food tastes good.
That leaves smell. Sure, smelling a rose is a common thing, or grandma’s house…those are pretty token. But as far as senses go, smell is the black sheep. Smell just isn’t as common, or commonly loved as other senses. Smell is difficult, granted. We pass in and out of smell zones and adjust. But, right now the buck stops. I’m standing up for noses everywhere and saying that smell is just as awesome and as important for sensory experience as all the other senses.
First off, smell is very integrated to taste. Our food just doesn’t taste as good if we can’t smell it. Ever had a cold, you probably didn’t taste your food. How unselfish of smelling, it helps out another sense and makes it more effective.
Also, think of how smell can help keep us out of danger, often overlooked. When the rest of our senses are disabled, smell comes in to save the day. Humans can’t see, hear, feel, or taste natural gas coming from the stove…they add a smell to keep us safe. Dogs use smell all the time, to find bombs and bust people for drugs. Is something burning in the house? I don’t know, ‘do you smell something?’
Smell is great. It’s a full body experience. Have you ever had that feeling where something smells so good your entire body tingles? Have you ever hugged a member of your family, and they have a smell that just is comforting? I know if you have a dog you’ve smelled it. I love the way my dog smells (I’m pretty sure he thinks it’s funny when I’m smelling him too).
More importantly though, smell matters with love I think.I believe this because of an experience I had earlier today. I was hangin out with someone and she was packing for a trip, she showed me her perfumes. I smelled one of them, it was pretty nice actually…but I uttered a phrase, and had a mini-moment about it.
“It’s nice, but it doesn’t smell like my soulmate,” I said.
Smell like your soulmate? Wow. What heavy stuff that was on the tip of my tongue. It was kind of crazy, who thinks about what their girlfriend of their soulmate smells like? But it seems so true, I think I partly fall in love with someone as the way they smell (or how something about them smells). Some of my favorite feelings are smells linked to other people.
So respect smell, you might find your ‘one’ with its help. And besides, smell does a lot of really helpful, cool, and useful things.So I don’t mean to say that the other senses pale in comparison to smell, but hey…respect the scent, it’s legit, and it feels good too.